Infinite Movie World

Chapter 1486 Summoning the Balrog
Boromir laughed loudly and said, "Surrender? Surrender to a group of undead monsters? Stop dreaming, Witch King of Angmar, do you know who I am? I am the son of the Prime Minister of Gondor! My name is Boromir, this name , is still named after the beloved son of Isildur, the founding monarch of the Kingdom of Arno!"

The Witch King of Angmar frowned and said, "So what? In my opinion, you are just an ordinary human being!"

Boromir snorted angrily, "So what if I'm just an ordinary human being in your eyes? I still won't surrender to something like you! If you have the ability, just rush in!"

The Witch King of Angmar said coldly: "Human, I have given you a chance, but you didn't cherish it!"

Boromir took a deep breath towards the city, "Hey, I don't want your bullshit opportunity! Come on! Let me see what you are capable of!"

The Witch King of Angmar snorted angrily, and then put away his Devil's Nest Sword.

Boromir observed intently, and then laughed loudly: "What's the matter? Helpless? Otherwise, you surrender to me and call me Grandpa Boromir, maybe I can forgive you... recognize your grandson !"

All the Rohan soldiers on the wall burst into laughter.

Although at the beginning, the Witch King of Angmar showed strong fighting power, and their city walls rumbled with a single sword strike, but with this sea of ​​fire arranged in advance, the soldiers of Rohan felt that they were very powerful. safe.

The Witch King of Angmar ignored the sneering voices of the Rohan soldiers, but condensed his own dark magic and muttered words.

Immediately, a black flame appeared in his palm, and when the black flame was as big as a basketball, he threw the black fireball directly into the sea of ​​flames.

"Ancient Balrog, heed my call, and use your true fire to burn this false world!" Angmar Witch King shouted loudly.

Boromir was taken aback at first, but he didn't see anything unusual in the sea of ​​flames, so he laughed loudly, "Witch King Angmar, your dark magic doesn't seem to be working! Eh? I suddenly I found out, didn’t you have 9 ring spirit kings? How come there are only 6 left including you? Wow! Those three were wiped out by the dragon slayer, right? Hahaha! Lord Dragon Zhe is really powerful, he can not only retreat under your all-out pursuit, but also kill three of you, hahaha! Awesome!"

The Witch King of Angmar still ignored Boromir, but continued to shout loudly in the language of monsters: "Ancient Balrog, obey my call, use your true fire to burn this hypocritical world! Come out! "

Immediately afterwards, the black fireball exploded in the sea of ​​flames, and the original orange flames were all dyed into a black sea of ​​flames!

Boromir was taken aback. "Wait! What's going on here?"

"My lord! Look! There seems to be someone in the sea of ​​fire!" A subordinate reported loudly.

Boromir said in surprise: "How is this possible! How could there be anyone in the fire!"

"Really! I really saw a figure!"

"I saw it too!"

"Wait! That figure is growing!"

In the sea of ​​flames, an elemental creature with black light was growing rapidly. At the beginning, it was only more than one meter high, but soon, it grew to a height of more than two meters in the flames, and then it became three. More than one meter tall, more than four meters tall, and finally, he grew to five meters!
And the flames around him were basically absorbed.

"What is this!?"

All the Rohan soldiers on the city wall were terrified, and even Boromir opened his mouth wide in horror, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"This, this should be just dark magic, don't be afraid, everyone!"

Although he told the soldiers not to be afraid, he didn't know how to respond.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized how dangerous the Witch King of Angmar and the Ring Lords were - enemies that only dragon slayers and lesser gods could deal with, and as an ordinary human, he could really only Just procrastinate as long as possible.

"Who is calling me?" The five-meter-high submerged monster growled in a voice so low that it made people want to vomit.

The Witch King of Angmar said loudly: "It's me, the Ringlord of the Demon Lord Sauron, Angmar!"

"The Demon Lord Sauron?" The ancient Balrog sneered, "We don't know any Demon Lord Sauron. We are the servants of Lord Morgoth. After Lord Morgoth left, we went deep into the ground, waiting for his death." Summoning! Who are you to dare to summon me Balrog Garden!"

The Witch King of Angmar quickly said: "Please calm down, everything we have done is to welcome the return of Lord Morgoth! Demon Lord Sauron is the fragment of Lord Morgoth's soul, otherwise I will not summon you Magic! To help us is to help Lord Morgoth!"

Balrog Garden said in a deep voice: "If this is the case, then I can help! There is only one time, Balrog does not like to be summoned by anyone other than Lord Morgoth. We are the purest people in this world. Elemental creatures, we make up this world, we are this world! You can't summon us at will!"

The Witch King of Angmar immediately said: "Yes! So far, the great Balrog Garden!"

Balrog Garden asked: "So, what do you want me to do?"

The Witch King of Angmar pointed to the towering city wall of Canyon Town and said: "This group of lifeless humans are preventing Lord Morgoth from returning. They turned the outside of the city into a sea of ​​flames in an attempt to delay our time."

Balrog Garden said in a deep voice: "No one can use flames, we are the noblest and purest creatures!"

Saying that, Balrog Garden took a deep breath, and then spewed a mouthful of fire towards the city wall of Canyon Town.

Boromir hurriedly shouted: "Quick! Get the fireproof cloth!"

"Yes!"

The Rohan soldiers hurriedly hung the fireproof cloth prepared earlier on the shield, and then raised the shield high to resist the flames.

Some of the slow-moving ones simply hid in the tower, and some slow-moving ones were directly engulfed by the Balrog's real fire, turning into a burning man running around.

"Help them put out the fire!" Boromir shouted.

"The fire is burning too fast! It's too late!" A captain shouted eagerly.

Boromir gritted his teeth, "Kill them, we must not let them infect other people!"

"...Yes!" The captain shot and killed his soldiers with tears in his eyes.

Such an approach is very cruel, but if it is not done, the entire army will be in chaos.

"What the hell!" Boromir roared angrily, "The Witch King of Angmar must be blamed for this! Shoot the arrow and kill that Balrog!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)