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Chapter 177 Immortal Body, Escape!
The night was getting darker.

In the dark woods.

Morgan stopped decisively, standing in front of a group of chasing black knights alone.

Behind him, when he heard that Uncle Morgan let him escape first, Frodo's face was anxious, and he hesitated for a moment.

Leaving Uncle Morgan alone to face the danger Frodo couldn't do it.

But he also knew that his staying would not only be useless, but also drag the other party back.

"Frodo, run!"

When Frodo was a little behind, Sam cried out at once.

"coming!"

Frodo, who knew the time was urgent, immediately made up his mind, gritted his teeth and responded, then strode after Sam and ran towards the dark forest ahead.

rear.

The extremely fast ring spirits have already caught up.

"what"

"what"

With the rapid approach of the Ring Spirits, the shrill and piercing screams resounded through the forest.

Looking at the humans blocking the way ahead, the ring spirits immediately drew their black long swords, screaming and charging towards Morgan.

With a stern face, Morgan moved quickly in his hands. He took off the longbow and arrow and shot it towards the Ringwraith who was running in front.

"Whizzing."

The two arrows roared away with the sound of piercing through the air.

next second.

Two arrows hit the heads of the two leading Ringwraiths covered by large black robes and hoods.

It's just that the two ring spirits who were hit by the arrow shook slightly, but there was no other reaction.

The Ringwraith who was shot continued to charge forward as if nothing had happened.

The screeching sound grew harsher.

Looking at the ring spirit Morgan who was getting closer and closer, he didn't feel disappointed.

He was already prepared for the arrival and identity of these monsters, and the two arrows just now were just a test.

Mind a move.

Another three arrows suddenly appeared in Morgan's hands.

The longbow was pulled into a full moon in an instant.

Three arrows shot out.

"whoosh whoosh"

The arrows roared towards the ring spirits who were getting closer.

so close.

With Morgan's current archery skills, it is impossible to miss even if he wants to.

next second.

The three arrows hit the head of the tall black horse galloping under the three ring spirits in the front with incomparable accuracy, and the scarlet eyes radiated from it.

"Sorry"

The three tall black horses that were hit immediately roared in pain.

Even if it is a modified evil dark horse, the severe pain of being hit in the fatal eye is simply unbearable for the dark horse.

Just for a moment.

The leading three tall dark horses kicked crazily almost at the same time.

However, the ring spirits who sat on it and were very familiar with the exclusive mounts were still not thrown off their horses.

Although these dark horses have been transformed by the evil, both their physique and strength have been improved to a certain extent.

But they are still horses, and they still belong to flesh and blood.

The fact that the Ringwraiths are not afraid of physical attacks does not mean that their dark horses are also fine.

After being shot in the eye, the black horse kicked wildly, and then fell heavily to the ground one after another.

The three Ringwraiths on their backs were finally thrown off the horse at this time.

Although the ring spirits who followed closely behind the three ring spirits in front would not be able to directly bump into the black horse that fell to the ground and blocked the road.

But the speed was stopped immediately.

The three Ringwraiths who fell to the ground quickly stood up.

One of the ring spirits was tall, covered in armor, and covered in a black robe, as if he was the leader of the ring spirits.

Immediately after he got up, he screamed at the ring spirits who stopped behind him: "Kill that human being!"

"Others, chase!"

A hoarse and thin terrifying voice fell.

Except for the two ring spirits who were also shot to death on their mounts just now.

The other six ring spirits who were still riding on their horses immediately took orders to bypass this place, and continued to chase forward from both sides.

"bang bang bang"

The sound of hooves quickly faded away.

Morgan couldn't help it this time.

There are as many as nine ring spirits in front of me.

He hadn't thought of stopping them all, and it was hard to stop them all at once to buy time for Frodo and Sam to escape.

Now it was up to the little hobbits themselves.

And Morgan himself will meet three of the nine most powerful Ringwraiths under the Dark Lord Sauron.

Among them was the Witch King of Angmar who seemed to be the head of the ring spirits.

The night was getting darker.

In the dark woods.

Three ring spirits shrouded in large black robes walked forward slowly with long swords in their hands.

Looking at the three ring spirits that kept approaching.

Morgan hung the longbow on his back with an unusually calm expression.

Then he reached out and pulled out the high elf sword from his waist.

This sword, which would actively emit a light blue light in the face of orcs and trolls, did not show any abnormality this time.

But even without the light of the sword.

The darkness of night had no effect on Morgan either.

Because for so many years, it may be because of the strengthening of the system, or it may be because of too many night battles.

Morgan now basically has night vision.

For him at night, there is no other difference except that the colors are not clear enough.

The three ring spirits kept approaching.

Morgan also walked forward slowly with the elf sword in hand.

The distance between the two parties is rapidly narrowing.

Finally, Morgan took the lead.

"charge!"

The moment the special skill was activated, Morgan's body speed immediately increased with the long sword in hand.

Like a gust of wind, the Ring Spirit suddenly rushed towards the front.

The Three Ring Spirits had apparently never encountered such a situation.

Holding a long sword, Morgan suddenly appeared in front of the leader of the leading ring spirits, the Witch King of Angmar.

Not only the Witch King of Angmar raised his head immediately to express his surprise.

In the eyes of the two ring spirits behind him, it must be the same in his mind at this moment.

But there was no expression on the Nazgul's face.

At this moment, in front of Morgan, the head of the ring spirit was dark and empty inside the wide black hood with nothing in it.

"Dragon Power!"

The moment he jumped into the air, Morgan, who was already very familiar with the use of special skills, activated the skills again.

At this moment, the huge energy crazily gushing out from the limbs and skeletons of the body instantly poured into the hands.

next second.

Morgan held the elven long sword with both hands and slammed on the long sword that was hurriedly raised by the leader of the ring spirit, the Witch King of Angmar.

"boom!"

There was a violent metal crash.

In the pitch-black forest, the sparks that exploded suddenly were dazzling.

The long sword raised hastily in the hands of the Witch King of Angmar was slammed into it by Morgan's powerful sword.

With Morgan's strength at this time, plus the two special skills of "Charge" and "Dragon Power".

With his sword, there are only a handful of melee fighters in the entire Middle-earth world who can receive it head-on.

Not to mention the rush.

The incomparably huge power almost instantly made the sword in the hands of the Witch King of Angmar unsteady, and was smashed to the ground in response.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining strength of the elf's long sword was still there, and the long sword in the hand of Angmar Witch King, the leader of the Ringling Spirit, quickly slashed on the opponent's arm holding the sword.

"click"

The ear-piercing sound of metal tearing suddenly sounded.

Morgan slashed down with the sword in both hands, and an arm made of full metal armor was chopped off and fell to the ground.

"what"

The Witch King of Angmar, whose arm had been severed, immediately retreated with a piercing scream.

The other two ring spirits behind him finally came to their senses at this moment, and immediately swung their long swords and rushed towards Morgan.

"Bang bang."

There were two loud crashes in succession.

Morgan blocked these two attacks, and immediately turned over and retreated violently.

at this time.

The Ringwraith of the Witch King of Angmar, whose arm he had just chopped off, suddenly let out a piercing scream.

Then, Morgan saw that the severed arm that fell on the ground immediately flew straight towards the screaming Witch King of Angmar as if it had heard a call.

The opponent took over the armored arm in the center space, and then put it on the broken arm.

next moment.

The severed steel arm was perfectly connected to the arm of the Witch King of Angmar.

Morgan, who watched this scene, was immediately speechless.

He just used two special skills in succession to cooperate with the attack. The consumption is not small.

Although I have already prepared for the horror that these ring spirits are not afraid of physical attacks.

But seeing the other party, it was so easy and simple to connect the severed arm intact.

Morgan still felt a little unacceptable: "How the hell do you fight?"

But the ring spirits don't care about the feelings of the humans in front of them.

The leader, the Witch King of Angmar, quickly shook the connected arm, and then reached out and pulled out a shorter black rapier from the black robe.

"kill him!"

The Witch King of Angmar pointed at Morgan with a black rapier in an extremely angry manner, screaming and roaring.

The other two ring spirits immediately rushed forward again brandishing their long swords.

Looking at the three ring spirits who attacked again.

Morgan didn't intend to continue fighting these monsters this time.

Since physical attacks are ineffective against them.

Then try a mental attack instead.

Seeing the three ring spirits rushing forward, Morgan launched a special skill again: "Psychic Shock!"

At this moment, a spiritual energy invisible to the naked eye quickly gathered and condensed. Following Morgan's thoughts, it was immediately divided into three smaller strands, and then shot straight at the three ring spirits attacking ahead.

next second.

Regardless of rushing to the forefront, the Witch King of Angmar.

The other two ring spirits were still following closely behind.

They all stopped at this moment, and then let out a shrill scream.

"what"

"what"

The three ring spirits hugged their heads at the same time and screamed in pain.

It was a very uncomfortable sound to hear.

This moment became extraordinarily harsh.

Not far away, Morgan's complexion changed, and he immediately covered his ears with his hands.

The screeching sound died away quickly.

Morgan's single-target mental attack skill "Psychic Shock" seems to have significantly weakened its attack power because it was divided into three parts.

At the same time, the three ring spirits who held their heads in pain also quickly returned to normal.

Only this time, facing the human beings in front of them, the three ring spirits who had recovered from the "spiritual shock" hesitated.

Immediately pick up the long sword weapon that fell to the ground.

The Witch King of Angmar, who was the leader, began to retreat slowly.

The human beings in front of him, whether it is the strength shown by cutting off their own arms before, or the strange attack ability just now.

It made him realize the extraordinary strength of the human beings in front of him.

Their main task is to hunt down Baggins of the Shire, so as to obtain the Master's Supreme Lord of the Rings.

Now that Baggins has run far away, there is no need for him to continue fighting with the humans in front of him.

What's more, the opponent's strange attack just now can make him feel extremely painful.

He didn't want to continue this meaningless fight.

"go!"

Thinking of this, the Witch King of Angmar turned around decisively and ran back.

The two ring spirits on the side immediately followed.

Watching the three ring spirits go away quickly and disappear into the darkness.

Morgan didn't have the slightest intention of catching up.

The Angmar Witch King Ringwraith headed just now showed a powerful ability of physical immunity comparable to that of an immortal body.

Morgan felt that the sword in his hand could not kill the opponent at all.

As for his special skill "Spiritual Shock", it might be able to severely injure the opponent, but it is equally unlikely to kill the opponent.

Because he remembered the plot in his mind, he seemed to remember that the other party once said that he would not die at the hands of any man.

Regardless of whether this rumor is true or not.

Morgan didn't intend to fight hard with the other party.

With the strength shown by the Witch King of Angmar, it would be useless for him to slash the opponent's countless swords.

And the opponent only needs to cut himself with a sword.

He will be in danger.

Because he recognized that the slightly shorter black rapier sword that the other party took out behind him was the extremely evil Devil's Cave Sword that appeared in the memory plot.

Morgan did remember, also in the memory plot, that the Witch King of Angmar stabbed Frodo with the Morgul sword.

The evil of that sword cannot be cured by ordinary medical methods.

In the end, if it weren't for Eldron, the elf lord of Rivendell, who is proficient in medical skills, Frodo would not have survived at all.

If the three ring spirits didn't retreat just now, he was ready to run away.

"call"

He let out a long breath.

Looking at the three ring spirits that had disappeared.

Morgan raised his feet and walked towards the three fallen black horses in front of him.

Soon, I stood in front of the corpse of one of the tall black horses with great interest.

After a quick observation.

Morgan turned and strode ahead in the direction from which the hobbits, Frodo and Sam, had fled.

The night grew darker.

In a tall and dense crop field.

Two short figures were quickly shuttling through the dense forest of crops that were much taller than them.

"fast"

"Frodo!"

"This way!"

The rapid voice rises and falls.

Two nimble figures walked through the tall corn forest.

These two were, of course, Frodo and Sam.

After Morgan alone blocked the group of black-robed knights chasing after him.

Frodo and Sam ran forward as desperately as they could.

Fortunately, in this piece of Hobbiton land, they have lived for countless years.

They are familiar with every piece of woodland, every hillside, and even every field ridge here.

Even if it's pitch black.

This also prevented the two from being caught up by the black knight behind them.

But also because it was dark.

When the two left their familiar Hobbiton far away.

The speed of the two hobbits also slowed down rapidly.

"Quick, Frodo"

In the tall and thick corn grove, Sam, who was leading the way, kept making noises.

"Wait, Sam"

"take a break."

"I can't run anymore."

Frodo said weakly and sat down on the ground, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he gasped for breath.

Sam turned his head and looked at Frodo behind him, who immediately walked quickly behind and listened carefully, but he didn't hear the sound of anyone chasing him.

Only then did Sam breathe a sigh of relief, and also sat down on the ground.

"call"

"call"

Sam gasped and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Immediately, he took out the water jug ​​in his backpack, and instead of drinking it himself, he handed it to Frodo who was beside him.

"Grumbling."

Frodo took the kettle and took a few swigs.

Then pass it to Sam.

Sam just started drinking.

"I don't know how Uncle Morgan is doing now?"

Frodo wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, and asked worriedly, "Is there any danger?"

Sam put down the kettle, wiped the water stains on his mouth, and then said, "Don't worry, Mr. Morgan will be fine."

Before the words fell, a sound of horseshoes suddenly came from a distance behind.

The expressions of the two changed instantly.

(End of this chapter)