Kapitel 471: Doomsday Battle (3)

Redakteur: Atlas Studios

What was Sauron? Wesley wasn't sure about that. Human? Alive or dead? Or something else? Wesley was curious, which was why he asked.

Soren looked at Wesley as he came out, and he knew that this man was not simple. He had easily killed seven of his Ringwraiths, and his background was very mysterious. He had never heard of who this guy was or where he came from.

The two of them met in the middle of the two armies and looked at each other. Soren was too tall, and he was wearing a huge black armor. He was actually the same height as Wesley on the horse, but Wesley had no intention of riding into battle. After all, the horse might not be able to withstand the power of the two of them. He jumped off the horse and patted the horse's neck. The horse walked back obediently, and Wesley drew his sword.

Both sides stared at each other, but neither made the first move. Soren was tall, but in Wesley's opinion there were too many flaws. He would not lose in strength, not to mention his own speed. This body was his own, enhanced.

Sauron was the first to lose his cool. He slashed down with the huge sword in his right hand, and the huge sword slashed at Wesley with the sound of the wind. Wesley, on the other hand, calmly and gently turned sideways. The huge sword brushed past his face and then cut into the ground in front of him.

The giant sword was a third of the way into the ground. If it had been aimed at an ordinary person, they would not have been able to block it. But Wesley was not very worried about that. He turned slightly and exerted force with both feet. At the same time, the blade of the sword burst into flames. There was a flash of shadow, and Sauron's right rib armor was cut, and the flame attached to it.

Soren's armor was broken, and there was black gas gushing out. Wesley took a few careful steps back, but the crack was trying to close, but the fire was there to resist it, and at the same time the black gas was being burned away by the fire.

"Roar…" There was a trace of pain in Soren's roar, and Wesley showed that he understood something about it. No matter what Soren was in the past, he is not any life now, like a kind of demonic energy, the demonic energy that lives on the Lord of the Rings. He is not so much the Lord of the Rings, but part of the Lord of the Rings, and the Lord of the Rings is only in Soren's hands, so both of them are complete.

Other life forms would only be able to live a little longer if they wore the ring. In addition, wearing the ring could make them invisible, but other things were useless. The stronger a life form was, the more likely it was to be tempted and corrupted by the ring. This was the influence of demonic energy, which Wesley now understood.

With a buzz, the meteor hammer was swung by the furious Soren and spun a few times above his head, then smashed towards Wesley with great force. Although Wesley was wearing Elven King armor, he was still agile and jumped back to avoid it.

Wesley managed to dodge it, but the morningstar still hit the ground. The huge impact cracked the ground, and then the remaining force spread along the ground, sending a cloud of dust flying.

Wesley shielded his eyes with his left hand to prevent himself from entering the sand, and at that moment, Sauron swung his great sword across. Wesley's ears heard it clearly, and he had a clear impression of it in his mind. He swung his sword directly to block it, and with a bang, the sound of metal on metal shook everyone's eardrums. Wesley had no leverage in the air, and with the force of the impact he was deflected, but he did not lose his center of gravity.

He flipped over in the air to maintain his balance, and then his body slid a few meters away. "Not bad, it's a little interesting. Your intelligence is still quite high, but that's all." Wesley said after standing still. The orcs were very frightened. Their master was an invincible existence in their impression, but now the other party can actually fight evenly, and they seem to be evenly matched.

The Alliance, on the other hand, was more surprised than surprised. They were very surprised that Wesley was so powerful that he could compete with Sauron, who was wearing the Ring. This subverted their understanding, something that had never happened in all these years.

Wesley waved his sword and strolled toward Soren. Soren was a little nervous. He didn't know how strong Wesley was. He had used all his strength, but he didn't seem to be affected at all. He could still balance in the air and not be blown away and then hit the ground hard. Everything was different from what he thought.

They closed the distance again. Wesley observed Soren. He was thinking about the position of the attack. It now seemed that Soren had changed the form of life. If the Ring had not been destroyed, Soren would not have died. And the Ring could only have been destroyed by Mount Doom. But no one said it could only be destroyed. It could have cut them off. Wesley smiled at the thought and then moved.

There was a blur and no one saw it clearly. Only Soren could feel the power passing out of him. He glanced at his finger and the finger with the Ring disappeared and the Ring left him again.

"No…" He shouted unwillingly. His armor began to contract and squeeze like the middle. He lost his strength again and Wesley had a ring in his hand.

"Lord of the Rings?" Gandalf shouted in surprise when he saw Wesley raise the ring. All the Union soldiers and generals and kings cheered after being surprised. Wesley raised the ring to the sun and looked at it carefully. It did have some charming colors, but that was all. It had no effect on him.

Suddenly remembering that Aragon and the others had never trusted him, Wesley smiled happily again. Then he slowly put the ring on his left middle finger.

"No… Wesley, don't do this. We should destroy him." As expected, Aragorn shouted in horror. The others were equally nervous. They were afraid that things would happen again.

Wesley happily brought the Ring to his middle finger bit by bit. Then he clenched his left hand into a fist, leaving only his middle finger behind. "Do you think it looks good?"

Everyone was stunned. Why had Wesley put on the Ring and not disappeared? Everyone knew the function of the Ring. After wearing it, one could become invisible and disappear in front of everyone. Wesley wagged his middle finger. He knew that no one in front of him knew what it meant, but he was still happy.

"Doesn't it look good? Then forget it." Wesley took down the ring and put it in his internal space. The ring lost contact with Middle-earth. The Magic Eye began to fluctuate and was no longer stable. The tower where the Magic Eye was placed began to collapse, and below it was the remaining orc army.

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