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Chapter 100 Your attack is invalid for me
"I do fear."

The wizard did not deny this, he tried his best to maintain the light of his staff, and said: "What I am afraid of is not the Nazgul who are close at hand, but the meaning represented by their actions."

"They dared to leave their old lair of Mordor, and even came to the Misty Mountains less than a hundred miles away from Rivendell. I have to admit one thing, traveler."

"What you said has been confirmed."

"Sauron has recovered."

Tang Sen just replied: "It seems that you don't need to go to Dol Guldur to prove this anymore. Congratulations, you may have saved your life, although the wizard didn't die so easily."

"Traveler, since you have anticipated this, what should we do now?" Thorin asked eagerly.

Tang Sen gave him a strange look: "Of course it was a beating."

"That's Ring Spirits! They walk in the Netherworld, and the weapons in our hands can't hurt them at all!"

"You're right." Tang Sen nodded approvingly, "At least here, we have nothing to do with the Ringwraiths."

He looked at the darkness that was getting closer and closer. Those Orcs spontaneously branched out a passage, and there was the sound of metal friction approaching from afar.

"But I am curious, Thorin Oakenshield."

"We can't hurt them, can they hurt us?"

The dwarves froze for a moment.

"Can't you?"

"Don't underestimate the curse you are carrying." Tang Sen said: "The ring spirits are not immortal, but their real bodies are hidden in the netherworld and cannot be attacked. Of course, they cannot directly interfere with reality, and must rely on the armor made by Sauron and weapons."

"And the curse you bear is truly immortal."

Shalin was thoughtful: "That is to say, although I can't smash them, as long as I smash their armor, they won't be a threat?"

Tang Sen nodded: "Yes."

"It's that simple?" Thorin opened his mouth, "That's the Nazgul that once ravaged the north and caused countless disasters!"

"It is the evil armies of the Witch-King who ravage the North, not the power of a single Nazgûl."

As Tang Sen said so, the ring spirit in the darkness finally revealed its figure.

There were five ring spirits in total, and everyone could see the black armor on their bodies and the sword of Mogul in their hands.

The area not covered by the armor is only empty.

Kili and Fili took a step back involuntarily.

It was as if a substantive fear enveloped them, choking their hearts, making them almost unable to lift the weapons in their hands.

But the other dwarves were not affected. The fear domain that the Ringwraiths possessed was ineffective in front of the cursed undead. Even if their hearts stopped beating, they could still act as usual.

"They are the dwarves mentioned in the information." Pale Ok Azog rode a huge white wolf to the side of the Ringwraiths, and said in Mordor: "They were once attacked by our cavalry, and they were shot with sharp arrows. but not dead."

"The master. is very interested in them."

The voice of the ring spirit seemed to come from hell, with a cold and evil aura.

"Bring them back to Dol Guldur"

Azog grinned grimly, and his ugly face, which was too handsome compared to other Orcs, distorted accordingly.

"Of course, they will succumb in fear and be bound like lambs with the strongest ropes."

"At that time, I will behead the dwarf king of Durin with my own hands, just like I beheaded your grandfather back then."

The words were spoken in the Common Tongue, apparently intended for Thorin.

"All dwarves. Take them back in their entirety." The Ring Spirit drifted closer: "This is... the master's order."

The ring spirit's aura of fear made the warg crouch down, and Azog froze for a moment, lowering his head to show his obedience.

After speaking, he raised the arm that had been cut off and replaced his palm with a weapon, and shouted:

"Attack! Charge!"

The Orcs who had been waiting for a long time suddenly rushed to the mountain from all directions like a tide.

The dwarves lined up, protecting Townsend, the Hobbit, and Kili Fili in the middle.

"Sorin!" Pale Orc rode a white warg to Thorin who was in the formation of the sharp knife, and the heavy chain hammer directly hit Thorin.

Sorin held his shield to block it, and was thrown into the air by a huge force, hitting Balin and Sharda behind him.

The formation suddenly became chaotic, and the Orcs accelerated their charge, preparing to break up the formation of the dwarves in one fell swoop.

"I'm tired of waiting!"

At this moment, Sharin jumped out directly, and threw the giant hammer at Azog in the air: "Your opponent is me!"

The spiked hammer smashed directly on Azog's chest with heavy potential energy, causing Azog to back up a few steps and trampled down several hapless Orcs.

The dwarf's aliens faced the Orc's aliens, and with the advantages of their weapons, the dwarves had a slight upper hand.

The Orcs' charge was blocked temporarily, and the dwarves hurriedly regained their formation and engaged the Orcs in all directions.

"Watch out for the Ringwraiths!" Gandalf waved his staff, "They are coming!"

The existence walking in the nether world hides behind the orcs insidiously. They still retain the fighting skills and experience of being humans. Coupled with their strange shapes, even if the dwarves are always on guard against them, they cannot escape the warning. A tricky attack from a spiritual angle.

The sword of Mogul brought a bloody flower and directly penetrated into the chest of a dwarf.

"Give in to your fears. Lay down your arms"

The cold words of the Nazgul echoed, and the dwarves responded with action.

They launched attacks towards the Nazgold one after another, some of them burst into sparks of metal collisions on the specially made armor, while some just swept across the opponent's empty torso.

"Your attacks are ineffective against me"

The Nazgul habitually inflicted fear, trying to keep the dwarves from falling without a fight.

This is the fighting method of the ring spirits. Through the immortality and the fear aura it carries, this move has always been invincible.

The dwarves ignored him and smashed his armor harder.

"A pointless struggle."

The ring spirit exerted a little force, preparing to draw out his own blade.

Then, he discovered that he had no tics.

His eyes hidden in the helmet looked towards the blade in surprise, only to see that the dwarf who had been pierced through his chest held the Mogul sword firmly with both hands.

"Your attack seems to have no effect on me." The dwarf imitated the voice of the ring spirit.

The moon finally emerged from the dark clouds. Under the watery moonlight, the Nazgold saw the flesh and blood of the dwarf disappear instantly.

The sword of Morgul was held in a pale skeletal hand, and under the strength of the dwarf, it was almost out of hand.

The dwarf didn't mind the deeper blade, and inserted it into the empty rib. The whole person came closer, and the eyeballs embedded in the bones met the invisible eyes behind the Nazgold's helmet.

"So, what's next?"

(End of this chapter)