Chapter 811: Trap in a trap
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A knight erged from the shadow. His aura of invasion wasn't rely polluting the ground, but assimilating and corrupting the environnt itself. Even the falling rainwater that fell on him was infused with evil!
Be it knight or mount, a pair of crimson glints that could frighten the soul flickered in the darkness. All who looked into those eyes would have their souls sucked into the darkness.
Indeed, the most fearso dark beings of the Lord of the Rings; eternally formless due to the rings they wielded, and traveling between the realms of reality and shadows.
The most terrifying slaves of Sauron. Darkness followed after them, and the hummings of death sung from their mouths. The Nazg?l, also known as Ringwraiths!
During this period, every single carriage was under siege by unknown forces. All except lody's carriage, it was as though the assaulters were clear on the awkward predicant this newly promoted twilight elf was in. Therefore, not doing anything was the best move, yet foiling the imprisonnt chanisms of her carriage would, in turn, cause the situation to sour.
Amidst the rain and mist, a somber and desolate battlefield brimming with evil. The line of stagnant carriages trapped along a mountain path like a dead serpent. Even the mystical uni-horn stallions neighed in fear and glanced around nervously, stomping repeatedly around with their hooves. Evidently, they would've galloped faraway if not for being straddled to the carriage.
"We, et, again." The Nazg?l spoke with a heartless tone to Elrond's carriage. His voice seed to be reverberating in from a hollow space, resonating deep into one's heart.
"Today, I, Kham?l, Seventh Grand Duke of Núnor, Shadow of the East, loyal servant of Lord Sauron, and Lord of Rh?n, hereby declare; my sword shall taste the blood of half-elf Elrond, his heart sacrificed to the dark one!"
(ED: Kham?l is actually not of Núnorean descent, and is the only Wraith whose na was given by Tolkien, the rest of the titles are accurate.)
Elrond finally erged from the carriage, yet was unexpectedly holding a female's hand.
This female elf appeared exceptionally noble and graceful. In her hands, was a divine staff that seed like a tree branch. However, the process of budding seedlings, blooming flowers, ripening fruits, and even withering plants were endlessly occurring on this 'branch'.
Upon viewing this elf maiden, Nazg?l Kham?l flickered with a crimson glow.
"Galadriel?? Why are you here?"
Indeed, this elf maiden was Galadriel, Lady of Lothlórien!! A pure blooded elf that didn't suffer even after wearing one of the rings of power! One could fathom her impregnable will.
Concurrently, a fair hand reached out to welco the streak of lightning headed for Elder Botehan. Afterwards, the lightning's might was completely exhausted.
A lofty elf with splendid gold hair then trudged out from that carriage and announced.
"How can I be absent from such an event?"
Unexpectedly, twilight elf Glorfindel who should be in Rivendell had surfaced as well!
In this instant, Uruk-hai Lurtz fired off another arrow from his bow.
This was a great bow soaked with fresh blood!
A cold arrowtip whistled in towards Glorfindel like the feasting eyes of a demon.
Though the number of enemies was unexpected, everyone that appeared were all formidable wizards.
As for Uruk-hai Lurtz, an archer who lurked in the shadows while targeting his enemy's weakness, he could stealthily terrorize the entire field.
This was because the most powerful abilities would require incantation casting ti. The incantation process would be the optimal mont for Lurtz to strike fatally.
Lurtz loosed his bowstring with a piercing 'twang' that shook everyone. His arrow carried a dreadfully savage aura as it whizzed in. Once the arrow collided in, it would explode with a potent misma that covered the surroundings. Regardless of being capable of blocking or not, his opponent would be forced to retreat, thereby winning the advantage for Ringwraith that specialized in assassination.
Yet at this mont, amidst the elven corpses on the ground, a certain corpse rolled and suddenly climbed up. The elf corpse didn't make any unnecessary movents, yet his left arm strumd gracefully as if he was playing a guitar. A green glow then shot out and blocked the incoming 'Miasma Arrow'.
Obstructed after rely whizzing in for twenty plus ters, the arrow exploded with a muffled boom before diffusing a hazy, gloomy green miasma that resembled the poisonous fog of Sheyan's 'Curse-mix'. Instead, this miasma ushered in a more intensified threat. Yet the miasma floating around in the empty air offered no effects at all.
The 'corpse' wiped its face……revealing the dashing face of Prince Legolas like that of the morning sun. He smiled and announced.
"My father has returned to his kingdom, yet how could his son miss out on such an interesting event?"
All of a sudden, several figures erged from the falling rain and enshrouding mist. The few figures were extrely familiar. They were none other than the contestants who entered this world with Sheyan and Reef.
The reserve-duty Growth-Hunter MT nad Mo Yi and his confidant Shuren. The two plus Yerna who suffered under Sheyan before. They barely managed to assemble a party, yet from the looks of it, their hand in this matter didn't seem miniscule.
Deducing from the current situation, this so call Elrond's expedition to the Undying Lands was actually a decoy.
The culprits who plotted against Elrond previously probably knew of his injuries as well; knowing that if he couldn't return to the Undying Lands within a short period of ti, he would undoubtedly perish in Middle-earth. Hence, the optimal ti to strike was during Elrond's journey to the Undying Lands after leaving Rivendell.
Evidently, Elrond had noticed that point too. Hence, his original intent was to bring along most of the elves of Rivendell along with him. However, Sheyan's stirring with regards to lody had unintentionally greatly aided the culprits who assaulted Elrond.
Forced into such desperation, Elrond could only bring a few elves to et the embrace of his enemies. Yet it seems like Mo Yi's group was pretty talented as well. They managed to convince Elrond to set up a trap in a trap, using himself as bait to lure out his foes. From the looks of it now, this plan was quite an exceptional success.
Prince Legolas, the two Elf Elders, Galadriel, and Glorfindel. This was an incredibly frightening combination. Without a doubt, this assembly would still occupy crushing superiority against Nazg?l Kham?l, Lurtz, and a few other dark wizards.
Still, Nazg?l Kham?l and Lurtz didn't appear to harbour intentions of fleeing. Especially Lurtz, whose eyes flashed with cruelty and coldness. He fished out a leather wine pouch from his waist, and gulped down the contents. Dark-red alcohol leaked out from the corner of his lips and trickled down onto his hairy chest.
Nazg?l Kham?l abruptly released a wild and conceited laughter.
"Wonderful, truly wonderful. You have all arrived, yet today, all shall perish, none shall bar the way of Dark Lord Sauron when he sweeps through all of Middle-earth. Co now, for the Witch-King of Angmar!"
Galadriel scoffed in response.
"Shaless boasting! Should the Witch-King of Angmar reveal abnormal movents, then Gandalf and Saruman would've notified us at first notice. I just received the whispers of the wind three hours ago, one of the human kingdoms was assaulted by the other seven Nazg?l. The shadows of the Nazg?l covered that glorious city. Even the fastest Silver Unicorn would require 15 days to gallop to the Misty Mountain."
Yet at this mont, roars of laughter erupted from Nazg?l Kham?l; sounding like a rusted blade scratching against a whetstone.
"Indeed, nothing you said is wrong. My fellow Nazg?l are indeed offering the honor and darkness of our lord to the human kingdom. Alas for you, faithful ones of a high-god are on our lord's side. A deliberate plot to create seven dark dinsion arrays. With the aid of a high-god, yes, my fellow Nazg?l shall co. Your flesh will return to dust!"
At this mont, seven terrifying pillars of darkness shattered the haziness of the foggy rain, soaring straight up to the sky!
Those seven terrifying pillars of darkness ford a perfect circle with Nazg?l Kham?l. Monts later, the seven pillars of darkness gradually concentrated together, as the eight nefarious ringwraiths assembled as one!
A sinister yet abstruse voice whispered through the atmosphere from all corners, seemingly carrying vile diabolical curses from hell.
"I am Dwar of Waw, my sword desires to sever your breath."
"I am Dawndeath Jí Ind?r, lover of elf blood."
"I am Akh?rahil. Galadriel, your hair will beco ornant for my saddle."
"King H?arm?rath will bring terror to your souls."
"Your skulls will beco a part of , Ad?naphel the Quiet Avenger!"
"……"
(TL: The nas and inspiration of the Nazgul ca from the Middle-earth role playing ga)
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