the end of the heavens

"Jimli, is this okay?" Russell asked.

"It's much better, your lighting technique is really powerful." Jin Li sighed sincerely: "Just now the cold was piercing into my bones, making my teeth tremble, now it's much better, not only is it not cold, it's even..."

Even a little laugh!

Gimli looked at Russell's lighting technique and compared it to Gandalf, wanted to laugh but didn't dare.Offended Russell, he can only eat bark for three meals.

Russell took the lead, and the four of them walked into the crooked cave. This is a passage that runs through Dingmer Mountain. It was built in the last era. It is very spacious. It is colder, but it is well preserved.

The passageway is very dry, with a thick layer of dust, probably because of the undead, there are few traces of life activities, insects, ants, poisonous snakes, bats and beasts, these common creatures in the cave, there is not even a shadow here.

Click!Click!Click————

As the crowd gradually deepened, decayed bones appeared on both sides of the passage, the stone wall was hollowed out, and the bones were neatly stacked inside.And under their feet, countless skulls covered the ground, and when they walked on it, there was a crisp sound.

Jin Li was brave and good at fighting, but he became a ball in the face of the undead. Although he was already a ball, he followed Russell tremblingly, as close to the light source as possible.

Everyone continued to move forward, walked out of the cave passage, and in front of them was a huge hollow.The mountain was hollowed out into a hemispherical square, and in the center was a building like an altar or a cemetery. Seeing this scene, Jinli grasped Russell's hand, breathing carefully.

"Mmmmmm——"

Dull wailing resounded from all directions, and there was a faint green light looming in the darkness, staring at the light and shadow, turning into a skeleton soldier in solid armor.

The translucent body was suspended in the mid-air, and there were more and more undead like this, which were between the virtual and the real, and they were approaching densely, surrounding the four of them in an impenetrable way.

These undead were short-sighted with long spears in their hands, and some even rode on war horses, with pale flags fluttering and fluttering. They surrounded them without saying a word, with many figures, vaguely like bushes under the winter mist.

The Edman alloy knife in Russell's hand was shining brightly, but it was useless. His lighting technique could only illuminate, but could not disperse the undead.

Feeling the sudden drop in temperature, he took out the Sand Eagle and held it in his hand. No matter whether these undead could hurt people or not, he didn't want them to get too close.

More and more undead gathered, but strangely, there was no sound. The only source of sound in the entire square was Jin Li's teeth, knocking cheerfully.

"Who broke into my territory?"

Whispering voices came from the direction of the altar, and the not-so-loud voice echoed in the hollow of the mountain, slowly amplifying into a hurricane-like roar.

The four of Russell looked closely, and saw that it was a skinny green undead. Unlike other undead, he wore a crown and a red cloak outside his translucent decayed body.

【Ding】

[The host contacts the plot character Den Harlow's undead, which triggers the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】

Hearing the system's notification sound, Russell was a little tangled. It was very possible to draw a character card, but whether the undead was worth drawing still needed to be considered.

Wouldn't it be a loss if it's a disheveled dish that doesn't come in handy!

Russell was deserting, and Aragorn confronted the undead leader forcefully: "I am Aragorn, the master you are about to serve!"

The undead leader seemed to be on a different channel from Aragorn. Facing his provocation, he said to himself, "The undead have laid a net of heaven and earth, and this will be your burial place."

"Join us, be part of us!"

The leader of the undead let out a hollow roar, like a horn of attack, and countless undead drew their swords and rushed towards the four of them.

"Is this thing really harmless?"

Russell was hesitant about this. The Sand Eagle swept around, pulled the trigger continuously and fired rapidly, and the magic bullets poured down, breaking up the surrounding undead into smoke.

The bullets have extremely strong penetrating power, and each bullet penetrates a dozen or so undead, until the magic power is exhausted before disappearing.

"Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!"

There was a collective gasp in the square, and the leader of the undead raised his trembling arms and pointed at Russell. His faintly shining eyes reminded Russell of his fellow members of the Fellowship of the Ring. Every time they cooked in a pot, they always had such eyes.

"Kill him and avenge the tribe! Line up, I'll come first!"

The undead leader shouted, drew out his long sword and rushed towards Russell, but in the next second, he was pushed down by the charging soldiers.

"Kill kill kill!"

"Bastard, don't squeeze! Whoever steps on me, I'm your king..."

"Kill kill kill!"

There seemed to be something strange mixed in with the sound of killing all over the sky. Russell didn't care too much. Facing the swarming undead, he raised the Sand Eagle and fired magic bullets.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Bang————

After firing, the Sand Eagle's barrel overheated, and Russell was forced to stop attacking.

At this time, he found that something was wrong. The undead army was all directed at him alone, leaving Aragorn alone.Moreover, after he stopped attacking, the undead also stopped charging, roaring angrily around, but did not move.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way, you idiots!"

There was a little commotion in the undead crowd, and soon, the undead leader pushed away the soldiers blocking the way, strode out, with the long sword on his chest, and angrily shouted: "Wizard, I want to fight you."

Russell and Aragorn looked at each other, and all four of them had the same idea. Is this guy an idiot?

Russell thought secretly, as if he had thought of something, the corner of his mouth curled up: "I can't duel with you, my magic power is exhausted, I want to kill or cut you up."

The undead leader waved his hand: "It's okay, I'll wait for you to recover your magic power and have a fair duel!"

"Forget it, victory is not a battle, for the sake of your chivalry, the four of us will leave now."

With that said, Russell turned and left.

pat!

The leader of the undead passed through Russell's body and knelt down in front of him: "Master Wizard, show kindness and kill me!"

Chapter 394 Then What Are You Standing Out For?

The Lord of the Rings is different from Warcraft. Middle-earth is not Azeroth. The undead are not an independent race in the setting. To be precise, they are lonely ghosts like duckweed.

Saruman and Sauron are both lonely ghosts, not accepted by the superiors, wandering in Middle-earth all day long, until they disappeared.

Sauron forged the Lord of the Rings in advance, and his powerful magic power was not lost, and he condensed the spirit body into shape, and was able to make a comeback.

Saruman couldn't do it, he didn't get the Supreme Lord of the Rings, and he couldn't create his own Lord of the Rings. As a Maia, he wouldn't really die, he would just live a life worse than death.

The undead in Den Harrow are worse than Saruman. Saruman is a god. One day the leader misses him, maybe he can turn around, put on his white robe again, and continue to fight Gandalf.

But the undead of Den Harlow, they can't die if they want to die. They were just ordinary people before they were alive, and they could never be reborn because of the curse.

As long as their oath to Gondor is not fulfilled, they will not rest for a day. They will be full of shame and pain when they are alive. After death, their bodies will rot and their souls will continue to be tortured.

This grind lasts for thousands of years, food, beauty, wealth, power, they have the desire of the living, but they don't have the body and adrenaline of the living, only pain and regret are always around.