How to break into a ring

Mordor is shrouded in thick black clouds, there is no sunlight here, and crimson lightning appears in the sky from time to time.

——Is it really okay to fly in this kind of weather?

Although for Fay, there is not much difference between the ring spirit special mount flying beast and the half-orc wolf ride.Because these creations cannot go against Melkor's will, but this flying beast is a little too panicked, so it flies crookedly.

The black cloak is airtight, and even though the body that gathers the dark power can support the weight of two hundred catties of the full armor, it still feels like the whole body is covered with a thick layer of cotton wool.Fay would rather sit on the back of the flying beast and be blinded by the strong wind than being locked in an "iron cage".

It turns out that the Ringwraiths are so miserable, no wonder the Witch King of Angmar would rather betray Sauron and ask for a body.

The face of the Nazgold was nothingness, and Fay could only lower his body as much as possible, hoping that the flaming eyes on the Balado Tower would not look in this direction.

I don't know if it's due to the contagion of nervousness. The wings of the flying beast Fay was riding were stiff, not to mention the balance, and it couldn't even fly smoothly. Several times it almost bumped into the cliff of the Shadow Mountain Range.

With such a clumsy appearance, it's hard not to be noticed!

The magic eye on the top of Balado Tower immediately turned to this side.

Fay knew it without looking up. Because "gaze" here is not a description at all, but the real light!Like a lighthouse... no, like a searchlight.

The gravel-like barren ground, and even the shadows cast by the rocks, were clearly illuminated.

Fay is not afraid of Sauron - how could Vera be afraid of a demigod,

He just didn't know Sauron at all, and all the blank parts of his memory were related to Sauron, which made him very depressed.

Melkor has failed time and time again in this world, and he is still unrepentant, but at least he has learned his lesson. No matter how proud his character is, he will think things through carefully. Before his true intentions are revealed, Melkor doesn't mind giving up some unimportant things. dignity.

Now this habit continues in Fay.

As long as Sauron can be brought down smoothly and everything in Mordor can be taken over, it doesn't matter even if he pretends to be the Nazgul and kneels down to Sauron first.

Now, in order not to reveal his identity, Fay made a decisive decision and quietly called all the flying beasts in Mordor.

This is not an order, so there is no power fluctuation, but all the flying beasts inhabiting are forced to fly into the sky, scurrying around like headless flies, some swooping down, some flying sideways, and some simply bumping into each other.

The entire sky of Mordor was in chaos, and the attention of the flame demon eye was immediately distracted.

Fay breathed a sigh of relief, and urged the flying beast that wobbled even more to continue on its way.

He looked up and found that the Witch King of Angmar was also a little flustered by the flying beast that suddenly went berserk, pulling the reins desperately.The Ringwraiths had no faces, but Fay was sure the Witch King of Angmar must be looking terrible right now.

"To the south...there is Minas Morgul in front of you."

The Witch King of Angmar only had time to finish his sentence. The flying beast he controlled seemed to be drunk, and suddenly fell headlong. The falling speed was terrific. Grabbed the ground and flew over.

Fay followed its falling arc and saw a city standing on a black rock.

This should have been a majestic and majestic white city. The whole block of marble is more than 20 meters high. The center of the city is a pointed white tower with a semi-circular bottom, and the top is constantly rotating.The long and narrow arched windows are neatly arranged on the building. The window frames were once decorated with beautiful silver, but now they are all black and gloomy.

The city gate is like the black throat of a giant beast, and it is now tightly closed.

A pale green light came from nowhere, reflecting the entire city.

As soon as the Witch King of Angmar fell down, a group of half-orcs came out from nowhere inside the lifeless city wall, and ran over in a panic.

Fay also forced the flying beast down and stopped at the corner of the city wall.

The half-orcs with weapons cowered around in the distance, as if they didn't dare to approach the Ringwraith casually.

Fay pulled down the cloak to cover his face as much as possible, left the flying beast and walked into the city. He felt that the Witch King of Angmar was too unlucky, and the other abnormal flying beasts did not have a "crash" accident.

In fact, the truth comes from Melko's idea of ​​summoning the creation: to make some trouble for Sauron, so that the magic eye will not stare here.

—It's a pity that Fay doesn't know.

His whole body of armor rattled and rattled, and the movement of stepping down the steps of the city wall was extremely stiff.

There was only one hole in the square under the city wall, and at least one entire row of buildings had been crushed and destroyed. The body of the unlucky flying beast was still twitching, one wing had been broken, and black, smelly blood was gurgling.

The Witch-king of Angmar is gone.

"Master Nazgu, this..." A half-orc cautiously approached Fay.

"Drag away!" Fay said curtly, trying to hide his face under the cloak.

The half-orc called several tall trolls, ready to drag the corpse of the flying beast away.

Fay looked around, a little speechless.

——Could it be that he got into Mordor smoothly like this?And temporarily have a proper identity?

It is not known whether the betrayal of Sauron was the idea of ​​the Witch King of Angmar alone, or the joint decision of the nine Ringwraiths.Fay hoped that it was the latter possibility. At present, it seemed that only other ring spirits would expose his identity.Because the orcs all lowered their heads, they didn't dare to look at Fay carefully. As for the trolls...they don't have such a high IQ.

Fay walked towards the White Tower in the center of the city.

This was once a prosperous city in the Kingdom of Gondor. The statues of the human kings have long been toppled. The crowns and scepters have been piled up as broken stones by the roadside.

A pale flower blooms in the city, its petals shimmering, beautiful as crystal, but full of evil.They grow so vigorously that they can be seen from any corner, and some have been pulled out and piled up on the street to be burned.

The flames were a strange green color, the smoke twisted and deformed, and it gave off a foul smell.

Minas Morgul is like a ruin long ago, and the walls and towers that stand now are like a scene from a nightmare.If Mordor really conquers mankind, Middle-earth will be shrouded in darkness and fear. There will be no sunshine, no hope, and all cities will become like Minas Morgul.

A person suddenly stepped out from the shadow of the collapsed statue.

The palm out of the robe was covered with white bandages, under the hood was brown skin, and a pair of dark eyes looked over deeply: "It's a pleasure to meet again here, Fay..."

"Gosol?"

Fay said subconsciously, and then he felt dizzy, which passed quickly, but this slight change still aroused Fay's vigilance.

"Your name is very familiar." It must belong to Melkor's memory.

"It hasn't been long since the journey together in the wasteland, have you forgotten my name?"

"I've never really 'know' you, so how can I say I've forgotten it." Fay's affection for Gothol has long since turned into doubts, especially when the hobbit put on the Lord of the Rings, he saw Gothol Er stood under the eyes of the flame demon in Barado Tower: "A Haradrin, who can gain Sauron's trust, and appear in Minas Morgul again, you really amaze me."

"I'm the one who should be surprised." Gorsol touched Fay's heavy armor with his bandage-covered fingers, and quickly retracted. "It's so bizarre to appear here in the clothes of the Nazgul."

"The most interesting thing, isn't it that you recognize me when I'm dressed like this?" Fay stared at him coldly.

Gosor was not nervous, and even his expression didn't change much: "Don't underestimate the warlocks of Haradrin, we occupy a large area of ​​land in the south, and we have been at war with Gondor until Mordor re-emerged... I suppose you know the Kingdom of Gondor, descended from the Númenoreans."

Before Fay could answer, Gosor said mercilessly:

"Ah, I forgot that you acted like you knew next to nothing about Middle-earth on your way through the wasteland."

"..."

"Faye, you're a strange person, or—"

"Shut up!" Fay looked at Gosor angrily.

"Let me try to guess, you came to Minas Morgul with the Witch King of Angmar..." Gosor took a step forward and approached Fay.He whispered, "Do you think that eye on the tower would be interested in finding a human being that the Ringwraith did not tell him?"

"Human?" Fay's mood suddenly relaxed.

He realized that he didn't need to care so much about Gosor. How powerful a Haradrin warlock was, he was just a human being.Other races don't need to do anything, they can happily watch human beings die.

Moreover, Gorsol's words clearly implied that he had a disagreement with the Witch King of Angmar, probably because Sauron's number one subordinate didn't like each other.Maybe the Ringling fell down in embarrassment just now, and Gesol was also playing tricks.

[Put away your messy guesses, maybe you don't know anything, but you just saw that the Witch King of Angmar brought me to Minas Morgul, and you think my existence is valuable. 】In the face of powerful people, it is more convenient to speak directly with stronger strength.

Fay thought seriously, anyway, cheating one is cheating, and cheating two is no different.

——He doesn't mind making a good-sounding promise again, whether or not it will be fulfilled anyway.Dark Lord Melkor has the final say.

The Witch King of Angmar's wish is to "live" again.Guessor's motivation is easier to guess-human life is short, even if Mordor rules the world, how long can this Haradrin warlock live?

Once power and territory are obtained, it is difficult to give up, especially if you lose to death.

【what do you want?I can make you live as long as the Witch-King of Angmar, if you are willing to pay. ] Fay found that Gorsol didn't show any surprise at all, which made him very dissatisfied and had a foreboding.

"I would give anything..."

Look, that's it.

Before Faye was done laughing, he heard the bad turn.

"...just to gain your trust, but you feel that everything about me is worthless, and you take back your trust again." Gosol's pupils are dark black, very strange, and nothing can be reflected in them.

Fay didn't even realize that Gorsol was getting closer.

Gosor approached slowly like this, and finally reached out and grabbed Fay's black cloak wrapped outside. Because Fay didn't wear a helmet, he easily bent his head and bit his soft lips, and the cold and firm words disappeared indistinctly. Between lips and teeth: "So, this time I just want 'the power to defy you'! My Vera."

Fay's pupils suddenly shrank.

Because of the last four words, he couldn't even take care of the current embarrassing situation.

Sauron? !Damn, turns out Gorthor is Sauron...how did he come back to life without the ring?

"Boom!"

What broke the weird and stiff atmosphere were Orcs passing by, and Trolls dragging the corpses of flying beasts.The things in their hands were thrown all over the place, and they all looked at a Haradrin and the Nazgul on the streets of Minas Morgul in a daze... Ugh!

Where is the Witch-king of Angmar?

Ah, yes, the Witch King fell from the sky riding a flying beast, and then disappeared.

What happened today is too incomprehensible.