Boom, boom, boom!

Accompanied by the thunderous sound of war drums, the orc army outside Helm's Deep launched another attack.

Some of the tree shepherds moved forward with heavy steps. Their height was almost as high as the city wall. If they were allowed to get close, they could easily attack the defenders on the city wall. So when the tree herders gradually approached, the contract

The attackers also began to attack. Although there were not enough long-range enhanced contractors, they still carried a lot of attack props with them.

Rocket launchers were launched one after another, and all flammable and explosive items were taken out!

Fortunately, although these tree herders are powerful, they have a fatal weakness of being afraid of fire. Otherwise, if a large group of SS-level creatures with more than 5,000 health points approached, there would be no possibility of victory at all.

Boom!

There was a loud noise in the sky.

Zhao Futu's whole body turned into a golden sword light and collided with the ring spirit in the sky!

A shield appeared in the hands of the Ring Spirit at some point. With it as the center, it was surrounded by a visible death energy. When Zhao Futu's sword light pierced it, it immediately shook out pieces.

The waves. In the violent collision of energy, Zhao Futu's figure kept retreating, seemingly unable to withstand the ring spirit in front of him.

Zhao Futu's position is getting lower and lower, gradually lowering to the sky above Helm's Deep!

A dark light appeared in the eyes of the Ring Spirit, and the long sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a mass of dark energy. With a sharp whistling sound, it suddenly jumped up from the flying dragon, flew directly in the sky and stabbed his heart.

.No one thought that the Nazgul, who had always appeared as riding dragons, actually had the ability to fly!

"It's now!"

Although there was a slight surprise in the plan, the contractor under the city wall still activated his skills.

——"Dark Confinement!"

A magic circle suddenly rose from the wall of Helm's Deep. A piece of black dark energy formed a mysterious nine-pointed star magic circle, which instantly rose to an altitude of hundreds of meters. It suddenly enveloped the flying Nazgul.

Inside. The dark energy that formed the magic circle in the sky quickly decomposed, and the mysterious rune culture was used as a piece of shackles to imprison the arms of the Ring Spirit, and then entangled with each other to build a temporary prison.

"Stupid humans!"

The Ringwraith made a hoarse voice and swung the long sword in his hand. The dark energy was shattered and a hole was opened in the prison.

Without hesitation, it swung its sword and stabbed Zhao Futu in the heart again, saying cruelly: "You actually want to imprison me through dark witchcraft! This is a provocation to the Witch King of Angmar, the leader of the Ringwraiths!"

——"Three flowers gather at the top!"

——"Psychic shock!"

A real light burst out from Zhao Futu's eyes. Just as the Ring Spirit swung his sword to break through the dark prison, he also pierced the enemy's soul with a spiritual shock. For a moment, the figures of Zhao Futu and the Ring Spirit trembled.

A trace of blood overflowed from Zhao Futu's mouth, but at this moment of opportunity, Zhao Futu successfully launched his finishing move!

——"The power of the dry earth!"

——"The final move! Dark Hell Bliss!!!"

A surging aura surged out from Zhao Futu's body, directly crossing the barrier of space and triggering the violent power of the earth underground!

This is Zhao Futu's only finishing move that can be launched without stepping on the ground. It is also his most lethal skill at present! Along with the trembling sound of the earth, the ground below Zhao Futu cracked into cracks.

Through the gap, hot magma surged out, exploding into the sky like a volcano erupting!

Zhao Futu's figure and the Ring Spirit were enveloped in the hot magma at the same time.

A moment.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the Nazgul in front of him. It was a pair of bone-chilling armor, with no flesh and bones in it.

but!

Zhao Futu could feel the soul in front of him, which was the soul of chaos and evil, the head of the ring spirit formed by the fallen and dead ring spirit. It was looking at Zhao Futu in front of him with its eyes filled with the aura of death.

Bang bang bang!

Like a falling meteor, Zhao Futu's figure and the Ring Spirit fell towards the ground together.

There was a strange distortion in the surrounding space, and Zhao Futu's continuous attacks fell on the Ring Spirit at a speed exceeding the limit of the naked eye. Cracks appeared on the originally cold and solid armor, and the scope of the cracks became wider and wider.

It got bigger and bigger. Finally, a hole appeared in the solid armor, and a dark atmosphere emerged.

Boom!

The ground shook violently, and a shock wave spread.

Taking the location where Zhao Futu fell as the center point, the area within a radius of 500 meters seemed to have been swept by a typhoon, with flying sand and rocks shattered into pieces!

A pit more than ten meters deep emerged.

Zhao Futu's figure was kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily.

In front of him was a pair of armor that was already in tatters, with cracks all over it. A lot of black aura could be seen escaping from it, making a shrill howl and spreading in all directions.

——"Soul Exile!"

Sudden!

The armor that was so dilapidated that it was almost turning into a pile of scrap metal started to move, and a faint dark light appeared in the eye socket.

Zhao Futu's body that had just stood up suddenly became extremely stiff, and the fist he waved had almost reached the eyes of the Ring Spirit, but he just stood there motionless, as if he was a flesh and blood puppet.

this moment.

Zhao Futu's vision was strangely distorted, the scenery in front of him became gray, and the surrounding space seemed to be curved!

He could see the ring spirit in front of him slowly picking up the sword and stabbing his heart. But he couldn't feel his body, he could only feel the hazy and light state of his soul, and the feeling of being beaten.

The feeling of being enveloped in a dead and gray world. He could not move at all. He could only silently watch the long sword in front of him getting closer and closer in this gray-white twisted world!

"Are you going to die?"

"I've been able to hold on for so long! Am I going to die here?"

A moment.

Countless pictures appeared in Zhao Futu's mind, and finally he settled on the long sword that was getting closer and closer in front of him, and he let out a faint sigh.

Prepare to accept your final fate!

But.

What no one expected was that when the Ring Spirit raised his sword, the weapon in his hand condensed a dark light and stabbed towards Zhao Futu's heart.

A tall and plump figure suddenly rushed over!

He knocked Zhao Futu away from him without hesitation. Then he shouted and raised the heavy oak stick and struck it at the Nazgul in front of him.

——"Ghost Blade!"

A green light condensed on the heavy oak stick, and after hitting the Nazgul, it was immediately knocked away. The Nazgul's body was shattered in mid-air, turning into metal fragments and falling down all over the sky. But a handle

The long sword that emitted a dark light also stabbed the figure's abdomen, leaving a blue-black mark at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Eight cats!?"

When Zhao Futu's body regained consciousness, he rushed over with a leap, pulled up the figure that had knocked him away, and approached the city wall of Helm's Deep.

bump.

Zhao Futu's face was extremely complicated, and he stared at the eight cats whose face was getting darker and darker in front of him. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he couldn't.

They once fought side by side!

Among all the contractors who have fought with him, Bamao seems to be the most slippery one.

But what he didn't expect was that in this situation, he was the first to rush over and save himself, and blocked the fatal sword for himself.

"He was stabbed by a Nazgul weapon!"

"The curse of the Morden is constantly eroding his soul! Frodo also suffered such an injury, and he must find a high elf to resolve it! Otherwise, the curse on the sword will gradually pull him into the ghost world!"

"No one can save him at that time."

The elf prince in the original plot rushed over quickly. He stretched out his hand to look at Ba Mao's injuries. He said solemnly: "The curse on him must be lifted within twelve hours! If Gandalf is here, there may be a way to prevent the injury.

deterioration!"

Just a few breaths.

From the position where the wound was stabbed, a dark blue blood vessel appeared on Bamao's body, and his figure twisted for a while. Then he turned into a fat human again. As the dark blue traces gradually spread, his

The heartbeat gradually became weaker, and the pupils kept rolling, seeming to be in great pain. The dark blue marks quickly spread to the face, making it look deathly gray.

"I can only help him suppress it temporarily!"

The elf prince put his hand on the wound, and with the mysterious elf language, a glimmer of light emerged.

"call!"

After a while.

The elf prince retracted his hands. The dark cyan marks on the eight cats seemed to fade a little, and their breathing gradually stabilized.

But the next moment!

Bamao's whole body trembled violently and twisted, large amounts of black blood overflowed from his mouth, and increasingly dense dead gray marks appeared on his face. Wisps of dark aura overflowed from his body,
To be continued...