Sword and Magic and Taxi

Boiling magma is continuously ejected into the air, and the hot red liquid level continues to rise, and then flows out from the three huge inclined holes, leading to the workshop along the magically reinforced grooves, heating furnaces one by one.

　　 The red light fills the crater, but there is one place that never shines. It was a platform protruding from the mountain wall, right above the most surging lava. The hot air forms a whirlwind, and the turbulence never stops. On the edge of the platform, the black shadow between the real and the virtual forms a human form. The tall body absorbs all the light and hope, and a struggling man is clamped in his strong arm.

　　 The man kept struggling. He could wave his arms and kick his feet, but his throat was held tightly, and he couldn't say a word. The flying fists and feet draw arcs in the air, but they can't affect the shadows. The shadow is like mist, it can be destroyed, but it won't be hurt. With the looming deep pleading, the shadows that can never be released and rest will always gather again.

　　 This is the Ring Spirit, a powerful human who wears the Ring of Strength, and is now the servant of the Supreme Ring, Sauron's most loyal adjutant. If he wants to, no living thing can see their appearance, and ordinary materials can't stop their eyes and body. They died, but they weren't dead yet, staying at that critical moment forever, always under Sauron's control.

　　The dark language floated from the dreadful figure of the Ring Spirit, with the power of a vicious curse, and then penetrated into that person's heart. "With destiny as the fuel, with the steam of blood to blow the wind, with the accumulation of flesh and bones to win." Jie Ling said: "Dedicate your life to the great Dark Lord!"

　　 He released his hand and threw the man down. "Haha, I can fly, idiot!" This was the man's last words before falling into the lava.

　　 The lava boiled more and more, and a pillar of fire rose into the sky. The red hot liquid dripped onto the platform and condensed into gray metal blocks. Jie Ling looked around, then turned and left the platform.

　　 This platform is where Sauron made the Supreme Lord of the Rings, and the only place where the Supreme Lord of the Rings can be destroyed. Complex spells protected this place, and the only entrance and exit was under Sauron's vision. More than two thousand years ago, on the slopes of the Doomsday Volcano, the coalition of humans and elves fought him in a decisive battle. Sauron, who possessed the Supreme Lord of the Rings, was unstoppable until his fingers wearing the Lord of the Rings were used by Isiel. The sword cut down. Since his body had been destroyed by the power of Iluvita, he could not keep the entity even after losing the Supreme Lord of the Rings. After the violent explosion, his power fell to the bottom.

　　 He failed that time, but the Lord of the Rings bewitched Isildo, and as he climbed the Doomsday Volcano to the forging platform on this short circuit, it controlled Isildo's thoughts. The human king changed his original plan to destroy the Lord of the Rings and took it as his own.

　　 Therefore, Demon King Sauron has a chance to breathe. He regained his strength while searching for the Lord of the Rings. He commanded his servants to rebuild Baldur, the Tower of Darkness. Now, an eternally burning eye without a lid is suspended above the black spire, looking down over Mordor. The red light is Sauron's sight, and there is always a touch of this red shrouded at the entrance of the Doomsday Volcano forged platform.

　　 "Master, the sacrifice went smoothly." The Ring Spirit knelt in the red light and said humbly. "The two outsiders who broke through the space and came to Mordor have contributed their destiny, and the power of darkness continues to grow."

　　 "I want more!" The high-pitched voice penetrated directly into the soul of the ring spirit, and the black shadowed body couldn't help shaking in the vibration. "There is more, I want it! I want my army, I want to attack!"

　　 "Oh, the king of darkness." The ring spirit stood up and joined the other eight ring spirits. They formed a circle and communicated directly with their eyes to convey consciousness.

"Summon all commanders, war chiefs, and commanders, let the slaves in the south and east move, let all the dark creatures move, and make Mordor great again!" The king’s strongest said: "Build the army of the dark king, build the chariot of the dark king, and we will rule the world!"

　　 The ring spirits acted separately, each summoning the other servants of the Dark Lord to turn Mordor's war machine into operation. The Doomsday Volcano is the engine of this machine, and countless orcs and various dark creatures are gears, levers, and conveyor belts. "We are going to plunder! We are going to turn what we see into ours!"

　　 Such slogans are chanted everywhere in Mordor, and Zhao Mai also embarked on the road to the Doomsday Volcano. The command of the Ring Spirit does not reach the level of a centurion, and even the commander is just a follow-up of the war chief, and has no right to speak. Zhao Mai didn't know any news, but he didn't care about it. Anyway, he was going to see Doomsday Volcano. If the commander stopped him, he would become the commander; if he was stopped by the commander, Zhao Mai would become the commander under the heavy blow of the psychic power and the strong fist of the natural force.

　　 "What if the ring spirit stopped you?" Xiao Hua, who had regained her spirit, sat on the tall back of the grain reserve and asked Zhao Mai's eyes. "You know that the ring spirit cannot be truly destroyed, right?"

"I am a loyal servant of the Dark Lord, how can I attack the Ring Spirit?" Zhao Mai squeezed his chin: "The commander is too close to the Ring Spirit, and the War Chief is a good one~www.NovelMTL.com~ can be controlled. The situation, but it will not be too prominent."

　　 "What if you lead an army to fight against elves and humans? Will you go?"

"To be fair, I am no longer a human being, so there is no psychological pressure to fight against humans and elves, and the beast talents were created by me." Zhao Mai thought for a while, then added: "If it is to fight halflings or Star Elf, that’s another matter. I’m sure to prevent it from happening. But my goal is also very clear. The orcs can win, and Sauron won’t do anything about me."

　　 "Didn't Sauron also be made by you? You should treat them equally!" Xiao Hua said with a smile.

　　 "This sentence is correct, but only if he can still listen to me." Zhao Mai reached out to his back and adjusted the angle of the flagpole. As a centurion, Zhao Mai received a gift from the settlement orcs, his flag and pole. A black foot was painted on a dirty square cloth, stepped on the red paint that was both fire and blood, and three splashes of blood red were used to represent the centurion identity.

　　 Mordor does not have an ID card, and uses various ornaments to mark power, status, and other information. In order to be able to join the locals, Zhao Mai asked Darryl to prepare a full set of identity certificates for him. This flag was one of his choices. In addition, Zhao Mai also has a necklace of fangs, a bracelet of animal bones, and a belt tied around his scalp. These are the original things of the fire crow, and now the winner takes all.

　　 "Don't you want to sacrifice the Doomsday Volcano with the flesh and blood of the traverser? Why did it erupt so quickly?" Zhao Mai was thinking about this problem all the way.