"kill!"

With a cold and hoarse shout, a figure wearing black and blue armor, with a strong cold air all over his body, walked out of the portal.

"What a familiar feeling, that's..." Legolas murmured, his eyes fell on the man's hand. Looking at the ring with a cold color, he screamed in surprise: "Aragorn!".

"Clang!" Aragon drew out the sword in his hand, and runes lit up from the sword. He looked at the orcs, pointed at the sword and said coldly: "Destroy them!"

"coax!"

As Aragon finished speaking, the undead legion rushed out of the portal wildly and rushed out like waves. The portal quietly closed when no one noticed it.

The terrifying undead army remained silent, but the killing they performed replaced their language and spread fear into the orcs' army.

In front of the undead legion, this is not war, it is one-sided killing.

There is no sword that can hurt the undead soldier, but when the undead soldier's figure flashed past the orc, a blood-spouted wound appeared on the orc. When the blood landed on the ground, the orc became a cold corpse.

Standing beside Thorin, Aragon split Dann's warhammer with a sword and said to Legolas: "You go and deal with the Ring Spirit, leave it to me here!"

"Okay!" Legolas nodded, flipped his body, avoided Bate's attack, buckled a sharp arrow, aimed at a ring spirit, and shot it out.

Looking at the person who was blocking his front and blocking the attack of Dann and Bet, Thorin said in surprise: "Aragorn! Are you still alive!?"

After sweeping the sword, he separated Bate's sword, and hit the hilt backwards, blocking the smashed warhammer, Aragon whispered: "Well... the teacher woke me up!"

"Kelthas?" Thorin said lightly, and the alertness in his eyes became slightly lighter.

He had just experienced betrayal, and it was inevitable that he would be warned in his heart. After all, Aragon had been bewitched by Soren.

"Damn it!" Dann shouted irritably. He didn't expect that such a strong person would appear at this time. Even if he and Bate joined forces, that person could block it with ease.

Moreover, what's even more terrible is that the undead legions are quickly slaughtering the orc army.

"Bet, go deal with those troops, I'll drag him!" Dann changed his purpose and temporarily gave up killing Thorin.

"Okay!" Bate responded lightly and killed him, which immediately delayed the killing speed of the Undead Legion.

The war continues. If this continues, both the Mordor side and the Alliance will suffer heavy losses.

"Light!"

A sound that resounded throughout the battlefield appeared, and a figure lingered by light suddenly appeared from the Alliance Army.

White robe and white hair, he is Gandalf in white robe!

Gandalf, who had disappeared since he was confirmed to have fallen, appeared again at this critical moment, and accompanied by his shouts, a soft but lethal white light suddenly burst out from him, covering a large battlefield around him.

Under the shroud of light, ugliness, darkness, and filth will be gone and will be transformed into ashes, but courage, glory and justice will be strengthened.

Suddenly, a large area of ​​orcs turned into ashes as if they were burning with flames.

"Gandalff!" Accompanied by a scream of surprise, Saruman, with silver-white hair, fell from the sky with a light of fire, appeared in front of Gandalf. With a wave of his arm, he turned several Alliance soldiers who rushed towards him into torches, and said with an undisguised look of jealousy: "You have been promoted to the white robe!?"

After the words came to an end, Saruman smiled gloomyly and said, "You should thank me for your fulfillment."

"Success?" Gandalf laughed out loud, waved the staff in his hand, and knocked a half-orc who was blind and wanted to rush up to kill him with a staff, and said, "Yes, if it weren't for your depravity, I wouldn't have become a white robe, but I don't want such a promotion..."

"Fallen?" Saruman laughed and said, "I just chose the stronger side and the stronger one!".

"Look!" Saruman raised his hand, looked at the dark magic ring on his fingers with a fascination, and said, "This is power..."

"Coax!" The air was restless, and a ball of jumping flame appeared in Saruman's hands.

"You have lost yourself..." Gandalf also stretched out his palm with a look of disappointment and regret, showing the Fire Ring Naya among the three elf rings on his palm, and said: "Energy, you can get it even if you don't abandon your original self..."

"Bang!" A ball of flame that was also pounding violently also appeared in Gandalf's hands.

Saruman was stunned, then said resentfully with jealousy: "Ailon and the others have actually transformed the Three Elf Rings! Let you also master the power of the elements!"

Unwilling to be angry, Saruman wanted to tear Gandalf away. He spent so much effort to get this power, and even willing to fall and cooperate with Sauron...

But Gandalf, a man who was just a gray robe before, deserves it!

With the anger in his heart, Saruman waved the flames in his hand.

Gandalf's face was calm, and after using the flame to block Saruman's flame, he said, "It's useless for you to be jealous, you have a personal opportunity..."

"You die!" There seemed to be flames in the depths of Saruman's eyes, and then he roared angrily: "Come out! Kill them!".

Accompanied by Saruman's voice, a vicious army suddenly appeared from the horizon and rushed over with a violent aura.

With an ugly appearance as a half-orc, but a much stronger body than a half-orc. Looking at such a creature, Gandalf widened his eyes and pointed at Saruman and said, "You actually use humans and half-orcs..."

"So what!" Saruman interrupted Gandalf with an indifferent look on his face and said, "As long as you can win, it's enough!"

As he finished speaking, Saruman flew into the sky with flames, and a large number of flames ignited with his hands.

Seeing this, Gandalf could only sigh and flew into the sky, took Saruman's attack, and started a battle between flames.

The battlefield below entered a stalemate again with the addition of the powerful orcs.

"Kill, kill!"

Outside the battlefield, a shadow was shrouded in shadow. No, it should be said that the whole body seemed to be a figure composed of darkness and shadows looking at the battlefield in the distance. His eyes were filled with joy.

Killing excited him, death pleased him, he didn't care how many people died, he only cared about the victory of this war...
Chapter completed!