Chapter 650
Counterattack on Mordor
Chapter 650 Counterattack on Mordor
"Frodo... Lord Frodo... wait, wait for me..."
Inside Mordor, on the gravel path leading to Mount Doom, Sam, panting heavily, called out to Frodo ahead.
The closer Frodo got to Mount Doom, the greater the influence of the One Ring became.
At this moment, his face was deathly pale and his pupils were unfocused. He had clearly reached his limit, but he seemed to have lost all bodily sensation, walking towards the end of the gravel road like a walking corpse.
Seeing Frodo's abnormal state, Sam was naturally worried.
Meanwhile, Sam, because of Gollum's earlier mischief, accidentally lost the emergency rations, Lanbas, that the wizard had given him.
Therefore, he had not eaten anything for many days, and he had also exhausted a lot of energy in the spider's nest while trying to save Frodo.
As a result, he is now suffering from hunger and cold, coupled with the exhaustion of the journey, and his condition is not much better than Frodo's.
Even in this situation, he was still concerned about Frodo's safety, which caused him to lose focus and step on a protruding pebble on the side of the road.
Screaming, it tumbled down the hillside.
“Frodo…Lord Frodo…”
Sam, who had just crashed into a rocky slope and was bleeding from his head, looked up helplessly, only to find that his beloved Lord Frodo was still walking forward in the same posture, as if he hadn't heard his screams.
In an instant, feelings of exhaustion, hunger, and resentment welled up inside him, bringing tears to the eyes of this simple hobbit.
"Quack quack..."
Just then, Sam heard a strange, unpleasant laugh. He turned around and saw an ugly "monster" with thin limbs and a huge head clinging to the rocks on the slope.
"It's you!" Sam glared angrily at the other person.
He would never forget the monster who had caused him and Frodo so much trouble on their journey to protect the Ring—Gollum.
I heard that the other person used to be a hobbit, but that doesn't deserve any sympathy.
"Bah, you foolish servant, you will die here, your body will rot on the ground and eventually become a pile of bones that no one will care about..."
Before Sam could retaliate, a string of vicious curses rang out from Gulp's mouth.
He then ignored Sam and chased after Frodo down the hillside path.
“Oh no… Lord Frodo is in danger… He still needs me…” Sam quickly realized that Gollum still had designs on the One Ring.
In other words, Frodo, who now possesses the One Ring, is in great danger.
So, with a bit of self-encouragement, Sam reaffirmed his resolve, slowly got up, and with sheer willpower, limped off in the direction Frodo had gone.
……
"Fellowship of the Ring, you've finally arrived!"
At the narrow pass leading to Mount Doom, a tall figure shrouded in demonic energy blocked Frodo's path.
Beneath the black robe, the man wore nine dazzling rings on his hands.
"Interesting, he even brought a little mouse..." Just as the shadowy figure was about to take the tenth ring hanging around Frodo's neck, he suddenly paused.
Then, turning to look at the hillside to the side, Gollum, who was hiding in the shadows and spying on the One Ring, was lifted up.
“M-Mercy…”
Looking into the empty eyes beneath the black robe, Guru, whose neck was being gripped by Ning Kong, trembled and begged for mercy.
The shadowy figure seemed unwilling to listen to any of this. With a clench of its five fingers, Gulu was instantly crushed into a ball of minced meat that scattered on the ground.
There wasn't even time for a scream.
On the other side, death was happening right before his eyes, but Frodo still seemed not to see it, his pale eyes still staring blankly into the void ahead.
"It's meaningless. Your soul seems to have been completely corroded, leaving you an empty shell. You don't even have the feeling of fear anymore..."
Sauron, the Dark Lord, had initially intended to have some fun with Frodo, but upon noticing the latter's condition, he instantly lost interest and even spoke with a hint of pity.
Yes, the dark figure blocking the entrance to the canyon was none other than Sauron, the Demon Lord.
After learning that his last Orc army had been wiped out by Mike and his human warriors, he changed his strategy.
He wanted to reclaim the One Ring in order to exact revenge on Mike and the human warriors.
The arrival of the person who observed the precepts perfectly filled the gap in his strength.
"Power!! What a wonderful feeling!!!"
"From this moment on, no one can resist me!"
"..."
After taking the One Ring from Frodo's neck and putting it on, the Dark Lord was surrounded by an even more powerful demonic aura. At this moment, he had gathered the Nine Rings of Man and the One Ring, and his power instantly expanded, giving him a feeling of omnipotence.
On the other side, Frodo, who had lost the One Ring, finally "came back to life".
With a ferocious expression, it reached out to grab the Demon Lord, wanting to reclaim the Ring.
However, it was clear that all of this was in vain in front of the Demon Lord.
"I should have spared your life, but I heard you have a good relationship with the new human king. So, you can only blame your bad luck..."
The expanding power led the Demon Lord to decide to first recoup some interest from the Light faction.
The hands, now adorned with the Rings, stretched out once more, instantly lifting Frodo high into the air.
As Frodo slowly closed his fingers, just like Gollum had before, blood slowly flowed from his seven orifices.
Just as Frodo's bones were about to be crushed, eight Ringwraiths, also dressed in black robes, suddenly appeared before the Dark Lord.
"Your Majesty, the new King of Men has led his warriors to Mordor. Shall we engage them in battle?"
The eight Ringwraiths knelt on the ground and reported on the situation outside.
"Very well, very well indeed. I haven't even started looking for them, yet they're already walking right into my trap! I'll see if that King can protect the others this time!"
Driven by hatred for Mike, the Dark Lord Sauron disregarded Frodo and led the eight Ringwraiths outside.
"Lord Frodo... are you alright...?"
After the Demon Lord left, Sam, who had been hiding nearby, quickly ran out.
After avoiding the sloshing bits of flesh on the ground, they helped the barely breathing Frodo to his feet.
"The...the...the Lord of the Rings..."
Even though Frodo was already delirious, he was still muttering the One Ring.
"You almost lost your life because of that ring. Maybe we shouldn't have gotten involved in the first place..."
Seeing Frodo's pitiful state, Sam, with tears in his eyes, carried him on his back and continued to mutter, "Frodo, hang in there, I'll take you home now. And never think about the Ring again."
Ordinary people have their own wisdom for survival.
Sam never considered himself special, nor did he understand many profound principles. His desire had always been simple: for himself and his friends to be safe.
As for destroying the One Ring and maintaining peace in Middle-earth, he felt that nothing was more important than the lives of his companions.
Meanwhile, a fierce battle for annihilation was taking place on the outskirts of Mordor.
Just as Mike had estimated, there are not many orcs left in Mordor now, and most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled.
They were quickly surrounded by five thousand elite soldiers from Gondor.
With Aragorn, Gandalf, Legolas, and others leading the charge, the battle quickly turned into a one-sided massacre.
"Die!"
As soon as the Dark Lord Sauron appeared, he unleashed his dark energy, sending the dozen or so Gondor warriors in front of him flying.
For him, who now has very few subordinates to rely on, even some old, weak, sick and disabled orcs are very precious.
Naturally, we cannot stand by and watch them be wiped out by human warriors.
Then the eight Ringwraiths went to Aragorn and the others and held them back.
However, the orcs were already doomed. Even without powerful figures like Aragorn and Gandalf leading the charge, the remaining orcs were still unable to withstand the onslaught of the Gondorian soldiers.
"Demon Lord Sauron, I didn't expect you wouldn't run away beforehand this time!"
Accompanied by a mocking voice, Mike leaped up and landed opposite the Demon Lord.
Instantly, the demonic energy erupting from the Demon Lord was suppressed to some extent.
"The first two times were just because I was careless, which allowed you to gain some advantage. Today, it's still uncertain who will win or lose." Although he could feel that the pressure Mike was putting on him hadn't lessened much, how could the Demon Lord Sauron possibly back down now that things had come to this point?
After all, you can't lose face, can you?
Moreover, he has staked everything on this revenge.
It's even less likely that they'll admit defeat.
"I hope you can still be this stubborn in a moment." Mike manifested his armor of light, holy light shining in his hands, and his posture suddenly became serious.
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(End of this chapter)