Sword and Magic and Taxi

Vera hid in Velinor from a distance, handing over half of Arda, and Mirko cast his power on this land, so everything here was distorted and sickened, looking ghastly.

Zhao Mai left the blue water and stepped onto the black rocky land full of spikes and barbs. This ground is not for creatures to step on for support, but will gnaw on the soles of creatures' feet until they slowly chew and swallow their flesh and blood. The creatures created by the goddess Yavana, the beautiful creatures that eat plants, lick the salty bitter water in the crevices of the rocks in vain, because this is the only food they can get. They were scarred all over, scrawny and wailing death.

"This disgusting ground!" Zhao Mai stepped on forcefully, releasing the natural force, purifying the influence of Mirko with the power of the spell. The vegetation began to grow wherever he went, and the herbivorous animals smelled the fragrance of the grass, and came one after another. They received the treatment of the natural force and slowly regained the vitality of life.

Zhao Mai walked inland, leaving a green corridor behind him. This corridor will still be corrupted and affected by Melkor's power, but at least temporarily provides shelter for creatures. More and more rabbits, deer, horses, and sheep gathered behind him, walking all the way, and the grass became less and less available. Finally, they fell into hunger again and began to chase the force of nature, hoping to eat more. In the end, these animals tried to bite Zhao Mai and get vitality directly from him. As a result, Zhao Mai's ecosystem collapsed.

He transformed into a ghost, and the cold of death scared these creatures. They fled in all directions and returned to the rugged rock and thorns. This phenomenon attracted the attention of the Balrogs, who had huge shadowed bodies wrapped in black smoke, circling double horns, red eyes and nostrils. Far apart, Zhao Mai and Yan Demon discovered each other.

"This is the land of Morgoth! Maya, either join in surrender, or die!" The Balrog walked towards Zhao Mai with heavy steps. The earth trembled at every step, and the sharp rocks were blown into pieces and flew to Burning in the air. Where the Balrog walked, lava flowed everywhere, and after cooling it turned into rough rock. It changed its arms from the shadows, holding a flame sword in its hands. The dazzling orange-yellow light shone, and the shadow of the Balrog's body became blurred accordingly.

All the Balrogs were the angels who followed Mirko during the great movement, either Vera or Maya, so Zhao Mai said: "Don’t be kidding, you just broke me, I just reply It's just to Villino, where is the death?"

However, as a Balrog, he no longer tells the truth or learns, only destroys and executes Mirko's orders. The huge flame sword slashed down diagonally, and the blade was twice as tall as Zhao Mai. But by now, how could Zhao Mai, who had already had rich combat experience, been hit by a straight slash? He spotted the opponent's offensive, not retreating but advancing, leaning sideways and following the direction of Balrog's arm to penetrate its shoulders and armpits. There is the source of the Balrog’s power, the slowest and least threatening place. Zhao Mai raised the lightsaber, turned on the maximum power mode, let the drill bit of the energy blade pierce the armpit of the Balrog, and then rotated and cut it to remove its entire arm.

The wound of the Balrog was dark red lava, which quickly cooled to black, and then was wrapped in shadow. It roared angrily, the shadow rolled and twisted, and a dark red whip appeared from its other hand. The speed of the flame whip is faster, and the angle of attack is more tricky, as if you have your own thoughts and life. Zhao Mai waved his lightsaber to block, originally to cut off the long whip, but unexpectedly, after the two collided, the whip was just bounced away and was not damaged.

"Not cut off? Is this a whip made of pure energy?" Zhao Mai was very interested. He didn't kill the Balrog immediately, but used his flexible combat skills to dodge and delay so that he had time to observe the Balrog's weapons. He slowly discovered that Balrog’s whip is not made of any burning material, but the concept of “burning” and the corresponding energy are entangled with each other. The reason is similar to that of a strange ghost combining the two powers of freezing and destruction. The ice weapon is just more refined.

The flame demon kept swinging the whip to attack, because he couldn't take Zhao Mai down, so he kept yelling in anger. "It's so noisy!" Zhao Mai decided to end the fight. While the Balrog opened his mouth, he made a javelin of ice and threw it in. The flame demon didn't care, it believed that its own flame could melt everything!

Then it exploded... Zhao Mai knew what would happen to high fever and freezing, so he started running out early and opened the barrier of psychic powers. In the continuous sound of explosions, the flame demon's body made of shadows exploded from the inside out, and unrestrained flames and smoke spread all around. The flame quickly cooled down, and in the end, only a thick haze was left over Zhao Mai.

"This smell is still wrong." Zhao Mai spit out the smog and waved his hand to attract the wind to disperse it. The smog dispersed, but the earthquake came. The ground in all directions continued to bulge, and black smoke spewed from cracks in the cracked rock, twisted and gathered, and then was cremated and ignited, turning into more than a dozen flame demons, enclosing Zhao Mai.

"We are the Barlow Flame Demon of Morgoth! We are your doomsday!" The flame demon roared in unison, drew out the long whips of flames, dancing like a big net. The flames emerging from them surrounded Zhao Mai, and the rising black smoke covered the sky and blocked the sun, and even the air was blocked. As for the ground under his feet, Zhao Mai has clearly noticed that under the fragile crust is lava flowing wantonly. The flame demon sealed Zhao Mai in the middle, preparing to destroy and devour him.

"Don't be so loud, okay, it's noisy!" Zhao Mai drew his ears and shook his head: "There is a powerful Saruman beside him. The biggest advantage is that he has trained a pair of ears that others don't believe in anything. You guys. If you have anything, just call it, don’t shout, I can’t hear my song anymore."

"Maya, this land belongs to Morgoth!" a Balrog shouted with a high weapon ~www.ltnovel.com~ majestic and majestic: "You will stop here, you can't move forward!"

"Hey, how do you know that I was just about to say this line?" Zhao Mai looked around at the Balm with a lightsaber and a javelin in the ice. He moved his neck and suddenly rushed up.

The flame whip seemed to block all directions, but Zhao Mai was always able to penetrate through the gaps that were not tolerated and launch a counterattack. His posture is weird, but when he thinks about it, he feels very reasonable. Although in order to make it difficult to grasp, Zhao Mai's approach is not the most efficient and straightforward approach, but it is a balanced offensive and defensive approach. The Balrog kept getting hurt, then fell, and then fell down one after another. It didn't take too long for Zhao Mai to eliminate the nine Balrogs that surrounded him, only losing some physical strength and some divine power.

Dark clouds are rolling in the sky, mixed with various extreme weather phenomena. Zhao Mai had seen this kind of astronomical phenomenon, and knew it was Mirko. Sure enough, Mirko appeared in front of Zhao Mai in the image of Beta, stepped on the collapsed and melted corpse of the Balrog barefoot, and approached Zhao Mai with a smile.

"Myron, you are here. You have shown your strength. These former Maya and now Barlow are not your opponents. No Ainu can underestimate you!" She announced: "From today, You are my adjutant, manage everything except me!" (To be continued.)