Sword and Magic and Taxi

"You want to go up and see? How about we get up?" Saruman said. -Le-Wen-Small-Speak-www-lwxs520-comcom

"I dare not take this risk." Zhao Mai told the truth: "Among us, you are the one who does not want the Supreme Lord of the Rings to be destroyed. Of course, I believe that even if you get the Lord of the Rings, you will not give it to Suo. Lun, it’s very likely that you are studying it yourself and want to tame the Lord of the Rings. But that situation is also unacceptable. No, you can't go up."

The white-robed wizard stood still, but just nodded: "What you said makes sense, Tverdo, I was like this in the past. But I am different now. I am still in a white robe, who wiped out Sauron. Evil is my mission, and this will not change because of your evaluation. I don’t want the Supreme Lord of the Rings anymore. I just want to eliminate it completely and make sure it won’t harm the world again.”

"If that's the case, you can just wait here." Zhao Mai blinked at the grain reserve and Xiaohua: "On this hillside, you only have your feet to move slowly, so you take good care of him, don't let him He leaves here."

With a scarf tied to his mouth, Zeratul said in a vague voice, "None of us will go up, but why can you go up? Does the Lord of the Rings have no influence on you?"

"I have overcome that influence several times...but I will still be careful." Zhao Mai looked at the foot of the mountain, and then said, "The orc is about to break through the line of defense. I don't want to make any surprises."

After that, he threw away the crowd, walked up the mountain with his hands and feet together, and arrived at the gate outside the casting platform ten minutes later.

The air here is filled with the smell of volcanoes, and the weird smell of various chemicals mixed makes people dizzy. The rumbling sound continued from the mountain, and the heat wave continued. The red light shot out from behind the gate, making the entrance like a shortcut to hell. Here, no matter what the will of the world is, good, evil or worms are suppressed and weakened. Destruction is the theme here, and the end is the name here. Zhao Mai walked in slowly facing the red light.

Sam and Frodo are both here, and they are arguing about something in the middle of the platform. Frodo held the Lord of the Rings in his hand, and the cold silver chain was hanging down, swaying in the hot wind. He lowered his head, no matter what Sam said in front of him, he remained indifferent. Those black eyes looked at his left hand, as if he could see the Supreme Lord Ring wrapped in fingers through the flesh.

"Master Frodo, hurry up and finish this cut, please!" Sam's tears flowed down, but was blown away by the hot wind: "We have been away from home for a long time, we have arrived here, we are... exhausted Exhausted. It's time to let go of this cut and go home!"

The Doomsday volcano made a roaring sound like a machine, and boiling lava sprayed up from the bottom, slammed against the mountain wall, and turned into bright red fireworks. Frodo shook his body, nodded slightly, and walked slowly to the end of the platform. Sam wanted to follow him, but was pushed away by Frodo: "This is my business, my personal business. Go away and get out of here! Only I can destroy it, only me."

Frodo walked to the edge of the platform. The thin, small body seemed helpless in this huge volcano. He lifted the chain out, and the Supreme Lord Ring hung on it, swaying like a Buddha. The tortured halfling only felt that he was alone and alone, and everyone was using him to squeeze every drop of strength in his body. Only the Lord of the Rings can understand his current feelings, only the Lord of the Rings. Frodo looked at the Lord of the Rings, and he felt that the Lord of the Rings was also looking at him pitifully.

"I..." Frodo stretched out his other hand. He wanted to touch the Lord of the Rings lovingly and affectionately at last, just like satisfying the dying man's last wish, like closing the dying eyes of his best friend. His hands were shaking, and his heart was shaking.

"Sauron has been defeated by me," Zhao Mai's voice suddenly reached his ears. Frodo turned his head abruptly and held the Lord of the Rings tightly in his arms.

"This time, even more thorough than last time, Sauron has no physical form, and can only escape to the evil black tower to survive." Zhao Mai's voice was very clear. Even in this boiling crater, his voice still has an earth-shaking momentum. "No one can stop the ring from being destroyed, whether it's Sauron, Saruman, or you, because I won't allow it. Anyone who wants to keep the ring will be defeated by me. So, throw it away, End this cut and enjoy life again!"

Frodo looked at the Lord of the Rings. He seemed to hear Sam yelling, like "Mr. Tverdo, please don't hurt Master Frodo" or something. The halfling thought of Tverdor's mighty power, enough to stop the Angmar Witch King, enough to defeat death, enough to deceive the wise, enough to feed the world, enough to face thousands of horses single-handedly, and enough to defeat the Dark Lord. With such a powerful force and such a terrifying force, even the Supreme Lord of the Rings would be defeated.

Therefore, Frodo said gently "I'm sorry" and threw the ring down. The silver chain and golden ring arced in the air, leaving beautiful light and shadow in the red light of the flame. Frodo suddenly stretched out his hand, trying to grab the chain back, but was hugged tightly by Sam's arm: "Don't fall, Lord Frodo!"

In fact, he also came to the edge of the platform, leaning outward. Zhao Mai stretched his hand to hold him, and easily pulled the two demigods back. "Good risk, fortunately I am here."

Although Zhao Mai was smiling, his expression did not give Frodo any comfort. His eyes still follow the Supreme Lord of the Rings. Every time it rolls and rotates in the air, every inch of it falls, it is deeply imprinted in his mind.

When the fall was over, the Lord of the Rings finally fell into the lava. In an instant ~www.NovelMTL.com~ the silver chain burned to black ash, and the Supreme Lord Ring was still floating on the lava. The hidden dark text appeared in the heat, and Sauron's ambition to rule Che ushered in the end.

"The era is over." As soon as Zhao Mai's voice fell, the Supreme Lord Ring melted into a liquid, and disappeared from the world.

Sauron, who was far in the Evil Black Tower, struggled hard, but it was all in vain. With the destruction of the Supreme Lord of the Rings, he has lost the power to keep him alive. Just like the last breath before dying, Sauron disappeared into the air.

The Evil Black Tower collapsed, and the ground shook. The dark clouds that hung over Mordor were pierced by sunlight, and the orcs screamed and escaped. Toxic gas raged in the Doomsday Volcano, and Sam helped Frodo stumble and ran out. They urgently need to breathe fresh air of freedom and liberation. Only Zhao Mai stood on the platform inside the Doomsday Volcano, paying his last respect to the Supreme Lord of the Rings with his eyes. An idea that began with Mirko, a creation of Sauron, a history spanning nearly ten thousand years, ended.

He raised his right hand, and the light of the Worm Heart Ring was extremely bright. The power of survival can still radiate dazzling light even on the edge of the crater of destruction. The Supreme Lord of the Rings has ended, the only Lord Ring in this world is the Worm Heart Ring, and Zhao Mai is its master, which means.

"I won." Zhao Mai said.