Chapter 185

Fengyun top.

Wow, wow

It's raining cats and dogs outside.

Under the ruins of huge weathered rock buildings.

The team of six began today's dinner.

In such a rainstorm, let alone make a fire, it's hard to find firewood.

Each of the six laid blankets against the wall.

Then, sitting side by side on the blanket, he began to eat dried meat and drink wine.

Because there's Morgan in the mobile warehouse.

Therefore, there are still a lot of drinks left because they were supplemented in the Black Knight tavern more than a month ago.

On the contrary, there is not much food left.

But don't worry about food. It's easy to hunt with Morgan and Aragon.

It is approaching late autumn.

The cold weather, which could have been perceived, was even colder at this time.

"I really want to have a bowl of hot soup..."

"I'd like to, but the firewood we saw when we came up in such a heavy rain has been wet..."

"Well, merry, what if Morgan's magic equipment were to be decorated with dry firewood like food? Do you think he would?"

"That's a good suggestion, Pippin. Why don't you ask?"

"Well, forget it..."

"Why don't you go?"

"I suddenly don't want soup..."

“......”

A few little hobbits whispered.

Morgan sat back with his pipe in his mouth, looking at the rain not far from his eyes and thinking in his heart.

In the memory plot, the Hobbit team led by Aragon was discovered by the chasing ring spirits because a fire secretly rose above the top of the wind and cloud, and the fire light lit up the darkness.

But Morgan felt that such a huge mountain ruins, even a small bonfire rising in the middle, should be difficult to detect.

Because the ruins at fengfengding are too big.

Of course, under such a rainstorm, it is naturally impossible to make a fire.

Morgan will not use the dimensional ring space to hold firewood, as the Hobbit Pippin said.

What he is thinking now is, will those ring spirits catch up as in the memory plot?

Also, will Frodo be stabbed by the demon cave sword of Angmar, the head of the ring spirit?

Morgan is not sure.

Because in this vast wilderness, if it doesn't rain, you can find a place to rest.

But if it rains, there is only the wind and cloud top around here. There are things here to avoid the wind and rain.

If the ring spirits happen to catch up here.

With the current weather, they are really likely to come up and look for it.

As for the latter, will Frodo be stabbed by the Magic Cave sword.

Morgan doesn't think so.

Because this time not only Aragorn did not leave, but also stronger himself.

In short, there is a possibility that the ring spirits will catch up tonight.

But it shouldn't be big.

The night deepened.

When a few little hobbits on one side snored evenly.

It's still raining outside.

In the dark, only a spark flickered on Morgan's pipe.

Just then.

The sound of the heavy rain suddenly mixed with a trace of other sounds.

Morgan's originally closed eyes immediately opened, and then listened carefully to the direction of the sound source.

At this time, Morgan could also clearly notice a sudden change in Aragon's breathing rate not far from him.

Obviously, the two who didn't sleep noticed the difference.

"Seems to be moving?"

Aragorn lowered his voice and opened his mouth.

"Well, there's something in the heavy rain..."

Morgan looked at the source and focused, then he heard it.

"It's the sound of horses' hoofs. Something is coming towards the top of the mountain!"

Morgan's face changed suddenly, and immediately shouted to the four hobbits, "come on, get up, get up!"

"Frodo, Sam!"

It has been a long time since they left habitun. Even if they were sleepy, several hobbits had the reaction of waking up immediately after hearing the sound.

"What's the matter?"

"What happened?"

Aragon pulled out his waist elf sword and said, "of course those monsters caught up."

"On such a Rainstorm Day and such a late night, except for the haunting ring spirits."

"I can't think of anyone who will travel in the rain at this time."

Morgan nodded and stared at the entrance of Fengyun top. After that, he looked at the four little hobbits and said, "Frodo, those monsters are afraid of fire. Try to get up..."

Before the voice fell, a dark figure quietly appeared at the entrance.

Holding a long sword, he was tall and shrouded in black robes. Who was the ring spirit who was chasing after him all the way from habitun.

First, second, third

Looking at the ring spirit constantly coming out, Morgan was carefully counting his head.

Finally, when the last ring spirit came out, there were exactly seven.

"Two less than when I was in habitun at the beginning?"

"Was he killed by himself or where?"

Even if the whole cloud and cloud top was dark, Morgan could clearly see the seven ring spirits in front of him.

It was the Morgan who had seen twice, the tallest leader of the ring spirit, the Angmar Witch King.

In the dark.

The distance is not far.

At this time, the four hobbits obviously also found the terrorist figure attacking in the dark, and their faces changed greatly one by one.

"Wow..."

Morgan pulled out the spirit sword and watched the ring spirits walking together walk slowly into the heavy rain.

Soon, Aragon and Morgan, holding the long sword, stood together.

Two to seven!

Behind you.

Several little hobbits also immediately reacted, thought of what Morgan just said to make a fire, and immediately looked around.

But there is no dry wood in a small shelter from the rain.

There is nothing but some withered and yellow leaves piled up in the corners.

Several hobbits were in a hurry.

Ahead, in the rain.

Morgan and Aragon also met the enemy together for the first time.

"You left me right."

Morgan grinned at the approaching ring spirit and opened his voice.

Aragorn nodded, "OK!"

The voice fell, and the seven ring spirits rushed up with a scream.

Aragon rushed to the left.

Morgan welcomed to the right, and the leading ring spirit was the Angmar Witch King.

"Mental shock!"

Morgan did not hesitate to launch a special technique. An invisible spiritual energy quickly gathered and condensed into a needle and shot away at the Angmar Witch King directly in front.

At such a distance, mental attack is extremely fast.

In an instant, the running Angmar Witch King stopped and immediately held his head and screamed.

This time, he was on guard against the sword he fought with the human in front of him for the first time, but he didn't notice it.

Although it's no use even if he's prepared, because he can't prevent it.

"Ah..."

The Angmar Witch King was in great pain, holding his head and screaming.

Last time, Morgan's mental shock was divided into three, and he was able to deal with three ring spirits.

The power of the Angmar Witch King, who is immune to physical attacks, can be imagined.

Although the Angmar Witch King reacted very quickly, he stopped to hold his head and was about to retreat.

But it's still a little late. The prepared Morgan attack has arrived.

"The power of the dragon!"

In an instant, the huge energy from all parts of the body poured into the hands in an instant.

Morgan quickly rushed forward, holding a sword in both hands, and fought to cut at the Angmar Witch King.

The damage of spiritual attack to spiritual life is almost higher than that of physical creatures, which is comparable to critical hit.

The Angmar Witch King covered his extremely painful head with one hand and was about to retreat.

At this time, Morgan attack followed, and the Angmar Witch King had to hastily raise his long sword again to block him.

"Bang!"

A loud noise.

The long sword in the hand of Angmar Witch King was instantly split by Morgan, and his whole body was staggered by Morgan's powerful sword.

Morgan waved his sword again, ready to cut into the head of the Angmar Witch King.

At this time, the attack of the ring spirits behind the Angmar Witch King also arrived.

Morgan's sword completely cut off the head of the Angmar Witch King. He wanted to see if the other party would die.

But Morgan is also waiting for another sword.

At this time, there was no need to choose. Morgan quickly changed his action from cutting to kicking.

He stepped forward and kicked the shaky Angmar Witch King to the ground. Morgan's elf sword met the ring spirit sword attacking nearby.

"Bang!"

The two swords hit each other and immediately burst into sparks.

Morgan's strength at this time has reached LV7. The strength of each sword is far beyond ordinary people, even if the opponent is Jieling.

Higher than the opponent's strength, if the other party does not have more exquisite skills or other abilities to make up.

Will be quickly suppressed, so as to accumulate advantages by the other party until finally defeated.

This is the ring spirit in front of us.

When the two long swords touched each other, Morgan knew clearly that the strength of the ring spirit was far inferior to himself.

The incoming ring spirit was immediately cut back by the sword, and Morgan, who had the upper hand, was about to come forward.

At this time, the third and fourth ring spirits attacked.

Two long swords came from two different directions.

Morgan immediately lost his pursuit, waved his hand to split a sword and dodged a sword.

Then quickly retreat back to avoid the possibility of being besieged.

There are constant clashes here.

There were also fierce battles not far away.

Aragon is waving a long sword against the three ring spirits. Although he does not have an advantage, he is not likely to lose at all.

rear.

The four hobbits had gathered all the dry leaves together to make a fire.

But there were too few leaves. The four hobbits knew that Morgan would attack the monsters with fire, but this leaf was far from enough.

These fallen leaves can only be used to light a fire. If they burn up, they will be burned out soon.

Just when the four were anxious to get angry.

Frodo took off his coat at once.

"Come on, come on!"

"Sam, fire!"

Seeing Frodo's action, the other three hobbits immediately reacted.

Sam immediately took out the ignition tool and lit the dry leaves.

The moment the fire was lit, all the ring spirits on the battlefield immediately looked at it.

"Kill them!"

The Angmar Witch King, who had recovered from the mental shock, hid behind his back and immediately shouted at the four hobbits.

Soon, two ring spirits left Morgan and Aragon and walked towards the hobbit.

"Come on, take off your clothes!"

Frodo took his coat and lit it. He looked up at the two tall ring spirits approaching quickly and shouted, "Uncle Morgan!"

"Bang!"

A sword was cut in front of the ring spirit's chest, and the ring spirit was immediately cut back, but there were no other scars on the other party except the black robe.

Morgan's long sword meets another ring spirit again.

At this time, the ring spirit who was split back and stood firm rushed up again.

"Bang Bang..."

On the top of the wind and cloud, the sound of fierce steel collision kept ringing.

The rain was changing, but no one noticed it at this time.

"Uncle Morgan..."

At this time, Frodo's voice immediately alerted Morgan.

He turned his head and saw the two ring spirits go straight towards the four hobbits, and his face changed.

"The power of the dragon!"

For a moment, great power surged madly from all parts of the body to both hands.

Morgan shuffled, turned and slashed with his sword.

"Click..."

There was a sharp noise.

The ring spirit rushed from the side was cut off by Morgan's reverse and instantly cut off his head.

"Bang Bang..."

The black hood immediately flew up with a round thing, then fell to the ground, made a dull noise and stopped moving.

At this time, the cold wind blew, and the black robe hood was blown up, revealing the terrible and dark oval steel helmet below.

"Bang!"

The ring spirit whose head was cut off fell to the ground immediately.

Morgan didn't care to analyze whether the ring spirit was dead or alive.

He turned and rushed to the ring spirits of the four hobbits behind him.

"Charge!"

Morgan ran like the wind behind one of the ring spirits.

The attacked ring spirit quickly left, realized that the enemy was coming in the rear, and turned around immediately.

But Morgan had jumped up with the great habitual force of the charge and chopped down with the a sword in both hands.

"Click click..."

The spirit sword was cut down all the way along the shoulder of the ring spirit, and a large spark immediately blew up.

Although Morgan was powerful at this time, the armor specially made to receive the ring souls was too hard.

Morgan's blow can cut off the relatively thin arm of the ring spirit.

However, if you want to break the armor of Kaijie spirit, you can only do it with the blessing of the special skill "dragon power".

Just like the ring spirit in front of him, he was directly chopped to the ground by Morgan's sword, and his chest was still intact.

"Ah..."

At this time, another ring spirit screamed and rushed up with a long sword.

Morgan immediately turned sideways to avoid the sword. At the same time, he quickly moved behind the other party, and a sword was fiercely cut on the back of the attacking ring spirit.

"Bang!"

Although he couldn't really hurt the other party at all, this sword will soon cut off the ring spirit. He stumbled and almost fell into shit.

At this time, the ring spirit who had been knocked down turned over and stood up again.

Morgan ignored it and rushed to the campfire lit by the four little hobbits with their coats.

Rushing to the fire, Morgan had two slender torches wrapped in greasy cloth out of thin air.

Because last time I realized the good use of fire against the ring spirit at Bako Boli ferry.

These are two torches. He bought them in Bree's Black Knight tavern a month ago to prevent this situation today.

"Bang Bang..."

The torch wrapped in oily cloth immediately burns fiercely when it touches the flame.

Two torches lit up quickly.

At this time, the two ring spirits rushed again with long swords.

Morgan held a sword in one hand to stop the ring spirit's attack, and the other hand immediately stabbed the ring spirit in front of him with two torches.

"Wow..."

The robe on Jie Ling's body is really a little unusual. Even if he is wet, Morgan still catches it.

"Ah..."

The ring spirit who was lit with a robe immediately screamed back, and hurriedly took off his robe.

When he finally took off his robe.

Another ring spirit attacking Morgan was also ignited, and then quickly retreated back with a cry of pain.

"Aragon!"

When the two ring spirits were repulsed, Morgan immediately roared and threw a torch in his hand at the besieged Aragon.

He held a sword in one hand and a torch in the other to meet the ring spirit who attacked again.

ten minutes later.

The wind stopped raining on the top of the storm.

On the wide ground.

The ring spirits disappeared.

Only Morgan and Aragon were left holding torches and panting in front of the entrance.