Start with the Eye of Sauron

"Mude, come back and pick me up!"

With a roar at the black giant wolf below, the truck-like giant wolf threw off the soldiers beside it, and with a sudden pounce, came to the edge of the city wall.

The giant sword was pulled out from behind, Soros leaped forward, onto Mude's back, Mude ran forward crazily, Soros lay on the wolf's back, staring at the soldiers in front of him, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

A general was riding a horse, urging the soldiers beside him to rush up. Soros jumped up from Mud's back, swung the ice in the air, and slashed at the general.

With a chill in his heart, that name turned around reflexively, a figure descended from the sky in the dark night, and quickly enlarged in front of him, ignoring other things, he raised the spear in his hand and blocked it on his head .

The ice fell, and the spear broke in two instantly. Wearing a helmet, Soros cut off half of the general's head.The red and white things splashed out, spraying Soros all over.

Pushing away the corpse that was still straddling the horse, Soros reined in the reins and began to charge towards the soldiers in front of him.

"Kill the soldiers, find Lord Marley, and capture him."

With the night vision function of the eyes turned on, the scene in front of Soros was presented in green form in front of Soros. Soros kept patrolling the surroundings, splitting away the soldiers who were close to him.

The sharpness of the ice was beyond Soros' imagination. With a sword strike, the weapon and armor were pierced like tofu. There was almost no stagnation, and he harvested one life after another.

Suddenly, a fireball appeared in front of him and smashed towards the top of the city wall. Soros immediately adjusted his direction and rushed towards that place.

In the previous attack, the dark creatures hunted down several mages, and most of the mages relied on each other to repel the dark creatures.Soros galloped forward quickly, and he wanted to kill those mages as much as possible.

The superior status of the mages has made them develop a personality that sees people as inferior. Even if they surrender to Soros, this deep-rooted sense of superiority will not change.

It is not troublesome to recruit them, but it is very troublesome to make them abide by the rules.

Soros, who is afraid of trouble, doesn't like these people. He can always find wizards who practice black magic in different places and accept them. With Adele, they obey.

With a wave of ice, the two skeletons beside him were split into a cloud of black air. These things did not distinguish between each other, and only knew that they could not harm their own summoner.

Along the way, Soros chopped off countless round shields, broke countless weapons, pierced through a lot of armor, and came before the mage.

"One day, the prince I've been thinking of will ride a brown horse, stare into orange-red eyes, and hold a long sword to kill me!"

Seeing the cavalry rushing madly towards him in the dark night, the mage felt disgusted, condensed a beam of light, and shot at the man.

An ordinary cavalry, an arcane missile is enough to solve it.

The arcane missile hit the cavalry as expected. What is strange is that after the missile melted, the cavalry did not fall off the horse and died, and even the galloping horse did not stop at all.

In a blink of an eye, the cavalryman came to the mage, and the mage's hair stood on end. He raised his staff and released a fireball at the cavalry in front of him.

The two soldiers around were hit together, screaming and rolling in the snow, the cavalry in front of them was still fine, the long sword was swung down, and the gray staff made of pine was cut in two.

"how can that be!"

The mage screamed in fright, Soros sneered, and stabbed forward with the long sword in his hand without fancy.

The mage's life was easily harvested, and the three mages around attacked Soros one after another, and the spells in their hands began to throw towards Soros indiscriminately.

A purple shield appeared on Soros, and the ice danced a beautiful sword flower in the air. In this snowy night, the image of the cavalry straddling the horse and holding the sword was deeply imprinted on the minds of several mages. heart.

"This guy knows black magic!"

The three mages finally noticed something was wrong, and together they threw out all the offensive spells they could release.

Soros' shield was blasted, so he raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

The spell in front of him was completely disintegrated by a burst of powerful airflow, and the three mages were directly blown from the ground to the sky by Soros's air cannon, flopping and falling like birds with broken wings.

"Shadow Bolt!"

Three purple arrows flew out of Soros' hands, piercing through the bodies of the three mages, and the mage who fell to the ground was already a corpse.

All the surrounding soldiers surrounded them, mages have always been their key protection objects, four of them were broken in one meeting, how could they bear it?
The four weapons kept coming towards Soros. Swinging the ice, Soros entered a defensive state. With his full proficiency, he was not afraid of any weapon attack.

After a burst of ping-pong-pong, the surrounding soldiers soon realized that only half of the weapons in their hands were left. Soros carried the brown steed, kicked away the two soldiers standing in front of him, and quickly rushed out of the encirclement.

Seeing the soldiers surrounding him once again, Soros' eyes turned cold, and he released an air cannon towards the ground.

A large flake of snow fell from the snow below him, and all the surrounding soldiers were shaken away and fell far away. The road ahead suddenly opened up, and Soros' sight continued to wander again.

"There are too many people, it is not so easy to find that old fox."

Soros galloped all the way, constantly looking for the trace of Marley, the time passed by every minute, and slowly, he became a little anxious.

I have to wait 10 minutes to return to the edge of the city, and then quickly enter the city. Before that, every minute of time is very precious.

Soros had been familiar with the weight of the ice after dancing in the hall all night. His arms were already covered with tiny scars, and his body had a few bruises.

The surrounding soldiers couldn't break through the defense on his body, the mithril armor was invulnerable, even the ice couldn't be cut through.

Suddenly, a general appeared in front of him again. Soros patted his horse and ran straight towards the general.

The general suddenly turned around, slapped his horse off his horse and charged Soros with a spear, shouting loudly, with momentum like a rainbow.

After only one round, he fell to the ground, and the long sword pierced through his chest, depriving him of his vitality.

Soros withdrew his long sword, reined in his horse, and killed two surrounding soldiers who wanted to attack him. He got off his horse and led him to turn around. A warrior with a sword, wearing ermine fur, and a gray beard appeared in front of him. , surprised him.

"Is this the corner meets love..."