"I hope this will be the last battle." Barano said. "Sauron must pay for Minas Ihir."

"I promise you that Mordor will establish a new order after this war." Celebrity's voice was full of confidence and strength. "And completely eliminate the mistakes we made in the past."

Zelin looked at the others and let out a sigh of relief.

He hopes that this will be the final battle, and Celebrity is confident of winning. He is the only one who has challenged Sauron head-on and almost succeeded.

"What do you say, Altariel."

It seemed astonished as to why the demon hunter would ask this question, but after two seconds, the other side still kept the shape of Altariel spread out his hands. "We can definitely win, with the power of the Elf Lord, and the light given me by Lady Galadriel. No evil is our opponent."

Zelin shrugged and motioned that he had nothing to say.

"Now." Celebrity patted his hand on the map. "Let's put an end to Sauron's evil reign!"

The first thousand seven hundred and fifty-six chapters of the transformation of the heart

After sunset, the gates of the fortress of Seregost opened, and the strong war chief wore heavy armor and strode towards the cloudy western sky. Immediately behind it was a tribal guard holding a spear, and the spearhead was erected like a steel forest. Behind them were the berserkers and ordinary soldiers carrying an axe. Orcs riding wild beasts followed on both sides of the troops, and the warriors lined up in four columns were like steel giant snakes, winding forward in the heavy footsteps of the ogres. The soldiers at the end of the team are still gathering in the castle, and the soldiers at the front have disappeared into the distant valley. There was no cheering on the street, no petals sprinkled to accompany them. Orcs, there are never civilians, only fighters who can fight and slaves who cannot fight. When the soldiers marched, the slaves would also follow the army, transport supplies, and become cannon fodder.

The silent viper was slipping out of the cave, rushing towards the prey who knew nothing about it.

Celebrity stood on the gate, looking at the marching army below.

Lightning flashed across the night sky, and a heavy rain was brewing overhead.

"This army will bring me victory."

The Supreme Lord's Ring gleamed on the ring finger of the Elf Lord, making him the only light in the dark sky. The inscription of white light glowed around the ring, which flickered with the ups and downs of the elf lord's chest.

"The seeds I seized will germinate new sprouts today."

The wild tribes in the south and the predators in the east. In the north, the new chiefs summon the remaining desperate tribes to embark on a new journey. One after another assembled orc army marched in order toward the flaming darkness on the western horizon. All these armies will converge into a torrent of steel, rushing all the way to the shadow of the doomsday volcano. Altariel branded many war chiefs in Mordor and ordered them to expand their army and strengthen their strength before receiving new instructions. Some died in duels, some survived and became stronger leaders.

"Sauron will taste the bitter fruit he planted with his own hands."

At the foot of Udon Mountain, the exiles hiding in the caverns went under the gloomy sky and looked at the erupting Doomsday volcano in the distance. Gagolos seemed to be covered with a thick layer of black cloth, the bright moon and stars all faded in front of the powerful evil force, the lava that was thrown across the dark night sky like a meteor, the blood red of the flame was the only color left in the night.

Kanan Forest, sitting among the charred trees, sharpening the blade of Lisa Riel pulled the collar, the cloak of Lorien that Zelin gave to him was tightly attached to the body in the wind, but the creation of the elves was unable to Bring a touch of warmth at this moment. The cold wind is blowing, everything is silent, insects and birds are hung among the grass and branches, and the ferocious beasts also shrink their heads in the unknown cold.

Click—

Lightning flashed across the sky like a sword, and the Norn Inner Sea set off turbulent waves in the squally wind, and the violent waves slapped fiercely on the reef and the outer wall of the castle. Standing at the top of the castle, the ogre lord, the helmet on his shoulders suddenly moved away slowly, revealing the small shadow of the weirdo shrinking inside.

"Let's go back, Ranger." The **** fought a cold war, and said to his companion who named him a certain human. "Let's go back."

This is an ogre it saved from a slave trader. He is low intellect, clumsy, and stupid, but loyal. There is no power, but there is only one of the most useless qualities in Mordor. It is the most useless waste among ogres.

"You're scared, weird," the ranger said dullly. "Why?"

"No, I'm not afraid, buddy." The shrill voice of the weirdo gave a tremor. "How can I worry about the life and death of a human being? No, I'm not afraid, it's too cold."

"Go back?"

"Yes, go back."

Another flash of lightning.

Stormy waves in the Norn Sea.

Patter

A drop of rain fell on the maze-like wrinkles on the face of the Elf Lord, Celebrity raised his hand, and another drop of water fell, hitting his forehead, falling on the corner of his eyes, gliding across his cheeks like tears, gathering To the chin. The sound of the orc's tidy steps merged with new notes, and the raindrops crackled on the ground, bounced between the orc's shoulder armor and helmet, wet the sword, and washed the dust. The iron boots made a long trace on the muddy ground, and the stagnant water in the shallow pit reflected the fierce and determined appearance of the orcs under the helmet.

They are willing to be born and die for the Lord of Light!

"There is only one last step left, Altarel." Celebrity murmured. "Accommodate it and accept the power of the Supreme Lord of the Rings. It will help us defeat all enemies. Mordor will no longer have our opponents. Destroy the enemies blocking the road and send them into the endless abyss."

"I see, Lord Elf."

The ghost of Celebrity, who originally occupied half of his body, gradually covered the rest, and the figure of the elf assassin disappeared under the increasingly bright shadow, like a vine entwined on a tree trunk. Until the end, when Altariel's eyes were around, the elf suddenly opened his eyes like a person about to be submerged in the water, then lowered his eyebrows, and was completely enveloped by the gloom.

On the city wall, only the intact Kellebripeng was left.

The ghost got a new body.

He turned around, looked at the army in the castle square that had not yet set off, raised his arm, and a long sword formed by rays of light emerged. Lightning flashed across the night sky behind, as if cheering for the Lord of Light.

"It's time!" he shouted, his roar echoing in every alley of the fortress. "Go to war!"

"Go to war!" the orc shouted uniformly. "Go to war! Go to war!"

"The war is coming! Death, destruction, fighting for the Lord of Light!"

"War! War!"

There was loud thunder, and even more violent downpours, like whips lashing on the troubled land.

Lightning illuminates the fortress soaked in rainwater, illuminates the puddles on the ground, and the raindrops drip down the window edge and pass in front of the tight cheeks of the demon hunter.

"Zelin?" Virginia sat cross-legged on the chair behind her, looking worriedly at the man in front of her. "They have already set off."

"I see." Zelin had his hands behind him, looking out the window at the army of orcs who had assembled on the expedition.

This is definitely more than a thousand soldiers.

"When shall we follow?" Virginia closed her book, her notebook full of beautiful handwriting. "Shall we go on horseback?"

"No, Virginia." Zelin turned her head, and Virginia's lips lightly opened, looking at him in surprise. She rarely saw him show such a serious expression. "You ride the ghost horse, Lorraine's cloak will protect you from wind and rain."

"Aren't we going to fight?" Virginia asked in confusion, "Everyone else has to fight against the evil here. Why do you want me to leave alone? I'm not a deserter, Zelin. My magic power is running out. But I can release lightning and tongue of fire, and I am not afraid of those orcs."

Zelin sighed and walked towards her. Virginia stood up, raised her head and stared at the eyes of the demon hunter. She was surprised to find that hesitation and doubt appeared in these eyes, which were always full of confidence and determination. This is not like him. Once he made a decision in the past, he never hesitated, even if he wanted to step into the world of the demon **** or the abyss of darkness.

"What's the matter, Zelin?"

The demon hunter hesitated.

"I don't know if this is correct. Up to now, I have never doubted. I don't know how to tell you, Virginia. I have an unknown premonition." Zelin put aside his eyes, in the damp air. Mixed with the bitterness of volcanic ash. "Something bad is about to happen. I hope you can stay in a safe place and wait for me to come back. It won't be long. After defeating Sauron, I will leave Mordor soon to find you."

Virginia pursed her lips, she took two steps back, looked at Zelin seriously, and then shook her head.

"No."

"Virginia..."

"I said, no!"

Zelin closed his mouth.