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Chapter 867 The Taste of Victory

"kill!"

With a cold and hoarse shout of killing, a figure wearing black and blue armor and radiating a strong chill walked out of the portal.

"It's a familiar feeling, that's..." Legolas murmured, his eyes fell on the man's hand, looking at the magic ring that was shining with cold color, he exclaimed in surprise: "Aragorn !".

"Clang!" Aragorn pulled out the sword in his hand, runes lit up from the sword body, looked at the orcs, pointed at the long sword, and said coldly: "Destroy them!".

"coax!"

After Aragorn's voice fell, the undead army rushed out of the portal like a wave, and the portal closed quietly when no one was paying attention.

The terrifying undead army was silent, but their literal killing replaced their language, spreading fear into the army of orcs.

In front of the undead army, this is not a war, but a one-sided killing.

No sword can hurt an undead soldier, but when the figure of the undead soldier flashed past the half-orc, a bloody wound appeared on the half-orc, and when the blood fell to the ground, the half-orc turned into a cold corpse .

Standing beside Thorin, Aragorn split Dann's warhammer with a sword, and said to Legolas: "You go to deal with the Nazgul, leave it to me here!".

"Okay!" Legolas nodded, turned over, dodged Bate's attack, set up a sharp arrow, aimed at a Ringwraith, and shot it out.

Looking at the people standing in front of him and blocking Dan and Bate's attack, Sorin said in surprise, "Aragorn! Are you still alive!?".

With a sweep of the long sword, Bate's long sword was separated, and the hilt of the sword hit back to block the falling war hammer. After that, Aragorn said softly: "Well... the teacher woke me up!".

"Kael'thas?" Sorin murmured softly, and the warning in his eyes became slightly lighter.

Having just experienced betrayal, he could not help but feel wary. After all, Aragorn had been bewitched by Sauron.

"Damn it!" Dan yelled violently. He didn't expect that such a strong person would come out at this time. Even if he and Bate teamed up, that person would be able to block it with ease.

Moreover, what's more terrible is that those undead legions are quickly slaughtering this half-orc army.

"Bate, you go to deal with those troops, I'll drag him!" Dan changed his purpose and temporarily gave up killing Thorin.

"Okay!" Bate responded lightly, killing the past, and immediately slowed down the killing speed of the undead army.

The war continues, and if this continues, both the Mordor side and the Alliance Army will suffer heavy losses.

"Light!"

A voice resounded throughout the battlefield, and a figure surrounded by light suddenly appeared from the alliance army.

White robe, white beard, he is Gandalf the White!
Gandalf, who had disappeared since confirming Saruman's fall, reappeared at this critical moment, and with his shout, a soft but lethal white light burst out from him, covering his body A large area of ​​the battlefield is enveloped in it.

Under the shroud of light, ugliness, darkness, and filth will be invisible and reduced to ashes, but courage, honor, and justice will be strengthened.

Immediately, a large group of half-orcs turned to ashes amidst howling, as if they were being burned by flames.

"Gandalf!" Accompanied by a surprised cry, Saruman with silver-white hair descended from the sky with a burst of fire, and appeared in front of Gandalf. Behind the torch, with an undisguised jealousy on his face, he said, "You've actually been promoted to White Robe!?".

After the words fell, Saruman smiled grimly and said, "You should thank me for my fulfillment.".

"Fulfillment?" Gandalf laughed uncontrollably, waved his staff in his hand, and knocked away a half-orc who was blind and wanted to rush up to kill him, and said, "Yes, if it wasn't for your fall, I would I won't become a white robe, but I don't want such a promotion... ".

"Fallen?" Saruman chuckled and said, "I just chose the stronger side, I chose a stronger power!".

"Look!" Saruman raised his hand, looked at the dark magic ring on his finger with a fascinated look on his face, and said, "This is power...".

"Coax!" There was a commotion in the air, and a ball of jumping flames appeared in Saruman's hand.

"You have lost yourself..." Gandalf looked disappointed and regretful, and also stretched out his palm, showing Naya, the Ring of Fire among the Three Rings of the Elves on his palm, and said: "Strength, even if you don't discard it The original self can also get... ".

"Bang!" A group of flames that were also violently beating appeared in Gandalf's hands.

Saruman was taken aback for a moment, and then with a look of jealousy, he said resentfully: "Eron and the others actually transformed the Three Rings of the Elf! Let you also master the power of the elements!".

Unreconciled and angry, Saruman wanted to tear Gandalf off. In order to obtain this power, he spent so much effort, even willing to fall and cooperate with Sauron...

But Gandalf, a man who was only a gray robe before, why should he have it!
With the anger in his heart, Saruman swung out the flame in his hand.

Gandalf's face was indifferent, and after blocking Saruman's flames with flames, he said: "It's useless for you to be jealous, everyone has his own opportunities...".

"You die!" Saruman's eyes seemed to burst into flames, and he roared angrily, "Come out! Kill them!".

Accompanied by Saruman's voice, a ferocious army suddenly appeared from the horizon, rushing forward with a violent breath.

It has the same ugly face as a half-orc, but has a much stronger body than a half-orc. Seeing such a creature, Gandalf widened his eyes, pointed at Saruman and said, "You actually use humans and half-orcs..." .

"So what!" Saruman interrupted Gandalf with a look of indifference, and said, "As long as we can win!"

After the words fell, Saruman flew into the sky with flames, and a lot of flames were ignited in his hands.

Seeing this, Gandalf could only sigh softly, and also flew into the sky, received Saruman's attack, and started a battle between the flames.

And the battlefield below, with the addition of the strong orcs, has entered a stalemate again.

"Kill it, kill it!"

Outside the battlefield, one is shrouded in shadows, no, it should be said that the whole body looks like a figure composed of darkness and shadows looking at the distant battlefield, and a pair of indifferent eyes are full of joy.

Killing makes him excited, death makes him happy, he doesn't care how many people die, he only cares about the victory of this war...

And now, he already smelled victory.

(End of this chapter)