Start with the Eye of Sauron

"Saruman, the master has entered the land of Modo."

The orc in iron armor came to Saruman and conveyed the news to him. Saruman nodded, he waved his hand, the orc beside him agreed, and quickly began to execute Saruman's order. plan.

Putting away the tents, there is no daylight in the land of Modo, the clouds are dense, and there is only the orange light that is different from the sun in all places. Looking at the pitted Govoros Plain in front of him, Thranduil tried his best to look into the distance, and the huge black The outline of the volcano appeared in front of his eyes.

"The giant eye is still nowhere to be seen. The disappearance of the giant eye has been a great help to our success this time."

Gandalf looked at the plain ahead with satisfaction, and let Thranduil give the order to march.

A group of people started to walk on this potholed plain, which was supposed to be the place where half-orcs lived, but now they couldn't see any trace of half-orcs.

The vast plain was empty for a while, and the air was filled with a pungent smell. Those invisible volcanic ash particles were continuously being inhaled by everyone.

"This is really not a good place."

Thranduil sighed. If people live here, ordinary people will definitely get sick constantly. Only those filthy creatures can regard this place as a paradise.

Soros was riding quietly on the horseback. He could feel the surge of Modo language in his mind. Soran was extremely excited at the moment and didn't want to stop for a moment.

"I will help you realize the agreement between us. You don't need to provoke me. It should be yours, and it will definitely be yours."

Soros thought to himself, Sauron, who refused to stop, finally returned to calm.

Infected by Sauron's emotions, Soros faintly became a little excited. It would be a lie to say that he was not excited. He has now reached the border of Modo, and the black city given to him by the system can rise from the ground at any time.

No one noticed Soros' strangeness. In terms of hiding emotions, Soros has been a leader for so long, so he can naturally control it tightly.

Legolas and Gandalf guard Soros on the left and right, leading him silently to the tall black volcano.

Legolas didn't say anything about the uncomfortable environment in front of him. He focused all his attention on Soros. When he came to the land of Modo, the control of the Lord of the Rings would become extremely powerful. , he was afraid that something would happen to Soros.

Walking on the road, Gandalf was very puzzled. There was not a single orc on the plain. Even if they did defeat Azog, the current situation was still a bit strange.

"Didn't those dirty things escape back to Modo? This is simply impossible."

Thranduil slowed down his marching speed and was extremely vigilant. The Black Volcano was right in front of his eyes. No matter how slow he was, he could reach it within today. Nothing could go wrong.

Soros was riding on horseback, whistling, and the melodious melody floated in the team. He was the only one who was so leisurely at this juncture.

This action reassured Gandalf that Soros was not bewitched by the Lord of the Rings, otherwise, he would not have whistled, but would have picked up the Lord of the Rings and shouted my precious!

Finally, the group came to the bottom of the black volcano, a steep black volcano that was still spouting a lot of thick smoke. Thranduil led the surrounding soldiers and climbed up cautiously.

It is difficult to tell the time in the Modo boundary, and it is now approaching dusk. Listening to the huge thunderstorm, Soros and the others walked step by step towards the entrance of the top of the Black Volcano. . .

"Master, you have finally come to this place. Don't worry, your plan will come true soon."

Holding the white staff, Saruman looked at the group of elves marching hard on the black volcano with frenzied expression. They had already been quietly surrounded by countless orcs.

Behind Saruman, a large number of orcs showed their fangs, their bodies were covered with armor, and their blunt knives were tightly held, ready to wait for Saruman's orders at any time.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I can't wait."

Saruman looked at the crystal of true knowledge, his eyes never leaving it for a moment. . .

Looking at the elves around them with dark faces, as if others owed them millions, Soros only felt a little funny. Is he carrying the Lord of the Rings, or are they carrying the Lord of the Rings?

When the ring-bearer approaches the land of Modo, he will be affected by the Lord of the Rings, and he will feel more and more that the Lord of the Rings is extremely heavy on his body. After reaching the black volcano, he will even feel that the thing can crush him to death alive.

Gandalf looked at Soros with a puzzled expression. He was absolutely certain that the ring hanging around Soros's neck was not ordinary, but the supreme ring that truly enslaved all living beings. Otherwise, the Ringwraiths could not have been wiped out so easily. It is also impossible for Soros to have the power to rule the darkness.

Soros in front of him is still very relaxed, not only can he walk and run, but he can also jump?
Is this reasonable?

"The Lord of the Rings is really dead, can any of you help me get it?"

Looking at the group of people beside him, Soros held back a smile and glanced at them.

Thranduil was so angry that he rolled his eyes. If he hadn't cared about his image as the elf king, he really wanted to run over and beat Soros up.

Just kidding, is that something anyone can take?

"This mortal has such a tough mind. I am afraid that none of the elves can do this."

Legolas looked at Soros who was talking and laughing happily, and was too shocked to speak.

After crossing the mountainside, after the sunset completely fell into the mountain, the night came as expected. A group of people who were marching above the boundary of Modo finally arrived at the entrance of the Black Volcano at night.

Seeing the simple stone entrance in front of him, Thranduil heaved a sigh of relief. Their mission was finally about to be completed.

"King Soros, this is the end of our journey. Throw the Lord of the Rings into the black volcano. You will be the eternal hero of Middle-earth. Now, please."

Two thousand troops gathered at the entrance of the Black Volcano. Seeing Thranduil's gesture, Soros strode into the entrance of the Black Volcano.

The heat wave is rolling, and the emotions in my mind are extremely complicated, sometimes excited, sometimes scared.

After walking through the not-so-wide corridor, Soros came to the corridor where the blazing magma was rushing.

The oncoming heat wave made Soros unable to open his eyes. Holding the Supreme Ring on his chest, Soros took it out and tore it off.

Looking at the excited Gandalf and Thranduil in front of them, they were telling Thoros to quickly throw the Lord of the Rings into the magma below.

Soros smiled softly, he raised his head, and bursts of blasphemy, Modo words began to pop out of his mouth. . .