Start with the Eye of Sauron

Mordor, the plains of Govoros.

The crystal of true knowledge in his hand kept rippling with bursts of light. Saruman clasped his hands tightly on it, closed his eyes, and felt the message that Sauron wanted to convey to him.

"Enter... Modo."

"Hide the army and lie in ambush beside the black volcano..."

"Your master is about to show up..."

Saruman respectfully bowed towards the crystal of true knowledge, and a moment later, a huge orange-red eyeball disappeared above the crystal of true knowledge, and what was released instead was the figure of a young man.

The young man had already arrived in front of Mina Tiris Fort, and the people around him were all looking at him with suspicion.

The old alliance seems to no longer exist. . .

"Your Majesty, please be wronged. After this matter is completed, the people in power of our major races will apologize to you."

Holding a black cloak, Gandalf came to Thoros and presented it.

The black cloak was woven only from black cloth, and the top and bottom were integrated. Several cipher texts written in Elvish language were engraved on the top of the cloak. Holding it in his hand, Soros felt the huge energy in his body stagnate slightly. There is a way to use the magical energy on my body again.

Seeing the group of people surrounding him, Soros twitched the corners of his mouth. The people in front of him were terrified of him.

Putting the cloak on his body, Soros frowned slightly. He could feel that not only could he not use magical energy on his body, but even his perception was blocked.

He could no longer get in touch with the dungeon, and even holding the black bracelet, he couldn't sense Adele's presence.

"King Soros, I have wronged you. The destruction of the Lord of the Rings is of great importance, and no mistakes can be tolerated. Afterwards, my elves will definitely give you some compensation."

Looking at the polite Thranduil, Soros nodded slightly, and got on the horse without changing his expression.

The only ones with him this time were Thranduil and his son with two thousand elves, and Gandalf beside him.Aragorn had to stay and manage Gondor, and he couldn't leave to accompany him to the land of Mordor to destroy the Lord of the Rings.

After crossing the Paliano Plain and directly crossing the Misty Mountains, the land of Modo is behind. After entering Modo, pass through the black soil-filled Govoros Plain and enter the black volcano to completely destroy the Lord of the Rings.

Only when the Lord of the Rings is destroyed can the people of Middle Earth live and work in peace.

At least, that's what people in Middle-earth think.

"Let's go."

Thranduil gave an order, and Soros followed the 2000-strong elf army and began to march towards Modo mightily.

Now that Azog is dead, even if there are half-orcs in Modo, they are just a group of scattered defeated soldiers. Without a commander, they certainly cannot come to resist the well-dressed elf army with enthusiasm.Now that Soros has lost all his mana and cannot summon dark creatures, he is naturally at the mercy of others.

Thranduil silently touched the dagger pinned to his waist, and pressed the handle.

Last night, the elf king used Gondor's resources to forge two silver daggers for himself. These weapons are soft, but they are excellent weapons against werewolves.

He and Gandalf each made one for Nicholas, and three arrows with silver arrowheads were mixed in his quiver.

All in all, seamless. . .

Along the way, Soros didn't behave differently than usual. He seemed to accept everything in front of him very calmly, without any resistance to what he was about to do.

Gandalf and Legolas were by Soros' side, and the two of them can be said to follow Soros inseparably now.

Soros didn't make any unusual moves, which made them silently breathe a sigh of relief.

Even if it is tied, Soros has to be brought to Modo!

Above the sky, the dark cloud-covered land is getting closer and closer to him, and the orange lightning with thick arms is constantly floating down from the dark cloud, making the entire Modo land seem extremely horrifying.

When they came to the Misty Mountains, everyone pulled the horses and slowly started the arduous march.

The snow has melted, and the halfway up the Misty Mountains are full of wet stone walls. People and horses step on it, and it is easy to slip. Every step, you have to choose your own foothold.

The road to Modo is bumpy all the way, and now everyone's attention is still tightly fixed on Soros, for fear of making any mistakes.

"Being able to directly attract the attention of all the celebrities in Middle-earth is not in vain for me to travel through time."

Soros looked at the people following him with a playful smile on his face. Some of the guards beside him almost slipped and fell to watch him.

"Focus on the road and be careful of the rough road under your feet. I am a king, and what I promise will not change."

In order to look at Soros, an elf soldier fell into disgrace. Soros sighed helplessly and told them.

Gandalf waved his hand, signaling that everyone needn't be so nervous, and the guards turned their attention away from Soros.

"Your Majesty, I really admire you for having such achievements at your age. Even without the Lord of the Rings, you will still be the lord of the wasteland, and no one will disturb your rule."

Gandalf was leaning on crutches. Compared with the elves walking crookedly, he walked on the ground as if walking on the ground. Looking at Soros's slightly impatient face, he walked over and made friends with Soros.

"The Kingdom of Angor is definitely not a country that can be oppressed. On the wasteland, I am the master. If someone shakes my rule, I will not show mercy."

Soros looked at Gandalf and smiled. He has no energy in him now, but his words are still full of momentum.

After becoming king for a few months, Soros finally changed his temperament.

Having no disagreement with Soros on this issue, Gandalf smiled easily and followed Soros.

Arriving at the top of the Misty Mountains, Soros raised his head and looked at the sky. The dark clouds seemed to be pressing on his shoulders. The orange sky and the thunder like a ball of light were extremely spectacular.

The road down the mountain was even more difficult. A group of people stumbled to the foot of the mountain, pitched their tents, and prepared to set off to enter the border of Modo the next day.

The land in front of him had changed color, and Soros stood silently. On him, in the Supreme Ring, the deep Modo language became clearer and clearer.

Sauron's burning desire was about to be fulfilled, and Sauron couldn't wait. . .