End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

"Despicable, shameless, shameless, sycophant..."

While Russell was reading, he looked at Gandalf. Saruman summed it up very profoundly and hit the point.

Of course, Gandalf is full of bad things, and Saruman is not a good bird. When this guy curses Gandalf, his voice is louder, which is also the kind that can be heard clearly in the whole Middle-earth.

Gandalf didn't care about Saruman's insults. Everyone in Middle-earth knew Gandalf's character, and no one would believe the evil wizard who colluded with the demon king Sauron. Therefore, the more fiercely Saruman scolded, the more majestic and upright his image would be.

"Saruman, you are already crazy, hurry down and accept the surrender, at least you can preserve your last dignity." Gandalf shouted loudly, the strong light on the staff bloomed, appearing majestic and inviolable.

Saruman's eyes were stinging, and he couldn't help but shed tears. He was so angry that he lowered his voice and roared: "Damn gray robe, you have no right to judge me!"

"Saruman, you and I both know what it means for me to advance to the White Robe..."

"It means nothing!"

Saruman interrupted sharply, the white staff touched the ground, and a frenzy of magic power visible to the naked eye erupted, leading to the black tower under his feet. In an instant, the magic runes on the surface of the black tower shone brightly, and the cold air permeated Isengard. Under the amplification of the black tower, the range and power of Saruman's spells doubled directly.

Click! Crackling————

The cold air spread from the black tower, and the bone-piercing low temperature made the flood freeze instantly, and even the water vapor in the air turned into ice slag and fell down.

Thick frost was covered, and in the blink of an eye, Zeguo turned into an ice field, and every place exuded a chill that made people want to avoid it.

The treants headed by Treebeard were froze by the cold, their jaws chattered, and they were trembling and unable to speak.

Gandalf raised his staff, and the omnipotent lighting spell protected them from being frozen by the cold. He jumped off Treebeard and said, "You guys, stay away and don't get close. Saruman refuses to surrender and intends to die with us."

us! ?

Are you sure there are 'we'?

Russell curled his lips and followed the members of the Fellowship of the Ring to leave, but Gandalf grabbed his wrist tightly just after taking two steps.

With great strength, his skinny palms were like iron hoops. Russell struggled twice, but he didn't break free.

"What are you doing, let go, I don't want to disturb your fair duel!" Although Russell struggled desperately, he was dragged under the black tower by Gandalf, who had no strength.

"Russell, I need your help." Gandalf said bluntly: "Saruman is exhausted, but his strength cannot be underestimated. Sauron is eyeing him in Mordor. I can't take the risk of being injured to duel with Saruman. "

Analyzing this passage, the general meaning is that I, Gandalf, is stronger than Saruman, but he has the move of dying together. I am not a person who is afraid of death, but Middle-earth needs me, and I cannot die!

Russell: "..."

As if to prove himself, Gandalf shouted loudly, swung his staff and bombarded the stone wall of the Black Tower.

The omnipotent lighting technique dispelled the shield set by Saruman, and white light shot out from the tip of the staff, spreading along the runes, rendering the small half of the black tower white.

This attack was not blind and reckless. Gandalf planned it ten years ago... Ahem, just when Gandalf was talking to Saruman, he suddenly noticed the fatal weakness of the Black Tower.

After a few crisp sounds of glass breaking, the magic runes slowly peeled off, and the black tower also became dim, losing its previous splendor.

"Gandalf!"

With the sound of thunder, Saruman jumped down from the top of the tower, with a staff in one hand and a long sword in one hand. Accelerated by gravity, the long sword carried unrivaled power and slashed at Russell and Gandalf heavily.

Saruman with the sword...

It's normal, he is also Maiya, his arm strength is astonishing as Gandalf's, and he walks in a melee style that doesn't give soldiers a chance to survive.

The strong wind hit, and the long sword rose to ten meters against the storm, and the magic power twisted into a wind blade with amazing cutting power.

At the critical moment, Russell and Gandalf rolled over like lazy donkeys, dodged the jump from the sky, and patted the dust on their bodies together after getting up.

"It's dangerous!" X2

Rumble!

Saruman landed on both feet, falling from a height of 60 meters without slowing down, and the impact he carried made the ground tremble.

"Gandalf, this is a battle between me and you, a duel between the white-robed mages, let the irrelevant people go away." Saruman pulled his feet out of the ice, swept his long sword, and white flames flew all over the sky. Melt the ice to create a large hole.

"I'm afraid not. You are not fighting me, but the entire Middle-earth continent. Russell is qualified to join." Gandalf drew the long sword at his waist, and his white robe danced without wind.

Russell: "..."

If you want to say that, I am really not qualified to join this duel!

"Hmph, it's still so annoying to be full of great truth." Saruman sneered, brandishing his long sword and fighting Gandalf.

The battle between the two white-robed mages was very interesting. On the surface, it was a melee battle combined with swords. In fact, spells were integrated into their every attack, and it was not just a pure competition of brute force and swordsmanship.

"Saruman, your betrayal has caused the loss of life in Middle-earth, and countless people live under the shadow of war, but you still have a chance to atone for your sins, tell Sauron's next plan, save them, and save yourself."

"Delusion! If I tell anyone, I won't tell you. You don't want to step on me to gain fame."

"Don't be so obsessed!" said Gandalf righteously, and thrust his sword between Saruman's legs.

"I'm not obsessed, I just don't want to tell you!" Saruman dodged sideways, and stabbed Gandalf's staff at the back... 20 cm below.

The two old men were chattering while talking, Russell nodded secretly watching from the sidelines, Saruman was indeed powerful, even if he was deprived of his status as a white robe and his strength was greatly reduced, he could still come and go with Gandalf.

These two old men are top mages who can hammer and blast Balrogs in close combat!

Finally, when Gandalf gave his eyes for the tenth time, Russell moved. He took out a piece of soap from behind his buttocks and threw it at the feet of the two old men.

"Look at the soap!"

[Item card: very old soap (****, the enemy who loses it will pick it up)]

Intervening in the battle between two melee mages is an act of courting death. If you are reluctant to use a character card, you can only use an item card or a skill card. Russell checked, this card is the most suitable.

It just so happens that Saruman's strength is not bad, and it is used to test whether "the enemy must be picked up when he sees it" is really 100% successful!

Slap!

A piece of pure white antibacterial soap fell to their feet, Gandalf and Saruman were both stunned for a moment, and the next second, the two of them dropped their staff and long sword as if possessed, and rushed towards the soap together past.

Because the soap was closer to Saruman, he picked it up before Gandalf. Just when he was wondering if he was suffering from Alzheimer's, Russell drew his guns and swept away.

Jingle! !

The magic bullet was spread out by the shield that automatically emerged from Saruman's body. Russell had already guessed that the magic bullet would not be able to hurt the Ringwraith, and it would certainly not be able to hurt the stronger Saruman.

The bullet was just a tentative feint, magic power erupted under Russell's feet, and with the Adamant alloy knife in his hand, he rushed to Saruman, and the long knife slashed towards his neck.

Saruman was at a loss while holding the soap, and when he sensed the fatal crisis, he secretly thought it was over, and subconsciously let go of his hands.

The soap rolled down at Russell's feet. He paused, dropped the Aldelman knife, bent down to pick up the soap, and stuck his butt high.

Russell: "..."

Fuck it, it’s dead, TMD is also effective for me!