People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

"I do fear."

The wizard did not deny this. He tried his best to maintain the light of the staff and said: "What I fear is not the Nazgûl who are close at hand, but the meaning of their actions."

"They dare to leave their home base of Mordor, and even come to the Misty Mountains less than a hundred miles away from Rivendell. I have to admit one thing, Traveler."

"What you said has been confirmed."

"Sauron has recovered."

Tang Sen just replied: "It seems that you no longer need to go to Dol Guldur to confirm this. Congratulations, you may have saved a life, although wizards do not die that easily."

"Traveller, since you have anticipated this, what should we do now?" Thorin asked eagerly.

Tang Sen gave him a strange look: "Of course it's a fight."

"Those are the Ring Spirits! They walk in the underworld, and the weapons in our hands cannot harm them at all!"

"You're right." Tang Sen nodded in approval: "At least here, there is nothing we can do to get rid of the Nazgul."

He looked at the darkness that was getting closer and closer. The Oaks spontaneously separated into passages, and there was the sound of metal friction coming closer and closer.

"But I'm curious, Thorin Oakenshield."

"We can't hurt them, can they hurt us?"

The dwarves were stunned for a moment.

"Can't you?"

"Don't underestimate the curse you carry." Tang Sen said: "The Ringwraiths are not immortal, but their true bodies are hidden in the underworld and cannot be attacked. Of course, they cannot directly interfere with reality and must rely on the armor made by Sauron. and weapons.”

"And the curse you bear is truly immortal."

Shalin thought thoughtfully: "In other words, although I can't smash them, as long as I smash their armor, they will no longer be a threat?"

Tang Sen nodded: "Yes."

"Is it that simple?" Thorin opened his mouth: "That's the ring spirit that once ravaged the north and caused countless disasters!"

"It is the evil army commanded by the Witch-King that ravages the North, not the power of a single Nazgul."

As Tang Sen said this, the Ring Spirit in the darkness finally revealed its figure.

There were five Nazgul in total, and everyone could see the black armor on their bodies and the Sword of Morgul in their hands.

The area not covered by armor was empty.

Kili and Fili took a step back involuntarily.

A real fear enveloped them, strangling their hearts and making them almost unable to lift the weapons in their hands.

But the other dwarves were not affected. The fear field inherent in the Nazgul was ineffective in front of the cursed undead. Even if their hearts stopped beating, they could still act as usual.

"They are the dwarves mentioned in the intelligence." Pale Oak Azog rode a huge white warg to the side of the Ringwraiths and said in Mordor language: "They were once attacked by our cavalry and were hit by sharp arrows. But not dead.”

"The master is very interested in them."

The voice of the Ring Spirit seemed to come from hell, with a cold and evil aura.

"Bring them back to Dol Guldur"

Azog laughed ferociously, and his ugly face that looked too handsome compared to other Orcs twisted.

"Of course, they will yield in fear and be tied like lambs with the strongest ropes we have."

"When the time comes, I will personally cut off the head of the Dwarf King Durin, just like I cut off the head of your grandfather."

This sentence was spoken in Common Language and was obviously meant for Thorin.

"Bring all the dwarves back intact." The Ringwraith floated closer: "This is the master's order."

The fear aura brought by the Nazgul made the wargs bend down involuntarily. Azog hesitated for a moment and lowered his head to show his obedience.

After saying that, he raised his arm that had been cut off and replaced it with a weapon, and shouted:

"Attack! Charge!"

The Oaks, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly poured into the mountain from all directions like a tide.

The dwarves formed a formation, protecting Donson, the hobbits and Kilifili in the middle.

"Thorin!" The pale Oak rode the white warg to Thorin, who was at the sharp knife position in the formation, and the heavy chain hammer hit Thorin directly.

Thorin held up his shield to block it, and was then thrown away by the huge force, hitting Balin and Sharda behind him.

The formation suddenly became chaotic, and the Oaks accelerated their charge, preparing to break up the dwarves' formation in one fell swoop.

"I'm tired of waiting!"

At this moment, Sarin jumped out and hit Azog with a giant hammer in the air: "Your opponent is me!"

The spiked hammer carried heavy potential energy and hit Azog directly on the chest, causing Azog to take a few steps back and trample down several unlucky Oaks.

The aliens of the dwarves faced the aliens of the Oaks. With the advantage of weapons, the dwarves had a slight upper hand.

The Orcs' charge was temporarily blocked, and the dwarves quickly regained their formation and engaged the Orcs from all directions.

"Attention to the Nazgul!" Gandalf waved his staff, "They are coming!"

The beings who walk in the nether world are hiding behind the Oaks insidiously. They still retain the fighting skills and experience from their time as humans. Coupled with their strange shapes, even if the dwarves are always on guard against them, they cannot escape the warning. A tricky attack from a spiritual angle.

The Sword of Morgul brought up a stream of blood and penetrated directly into the chest of a dwarf.

"Give in to your fear. Lay down your weapons."

The Nazgul's cold words echoed, and the dwarves responded with action.

They launched attacks at the Nazgul one after another, some sparks of metal collision bloomed on the special armor, and some just swept across the opponent's empty torso.

"Your attacks have no effect on me"

The Nazgûl habitually inflicted fear on the dwarves, trying to defeat them without a fight.

This is the fighting method of the Nazgul. Through its immortality and the fear aura it carries, this move is always invincible.

The dwarves ignored him, but smashed his armor harder.

"A pointless struggle."

The Ring Spirit exerted slight force, preparing to draw out his sword blade.

Then he realized he wasn't twitching.

His eyes hidden in the helmet looked towards the sword blade in surprise, only to see the dwarf who had been penetrated through the chest tightly holding the sword of Morgul with both hands.

"Your attack seems to have no effect on me." The dwarf imitated the voice of the Nazgul.

The moon finally emerged from the dark clouds. Under the watery moonlight, the Nazgul saw the flesh and blood of the dwarf in front of them disappear instantly.

The sword of Morgul was held in the pale skeletal hands, and it almost fell away under the strength of the dwarf.

The dwarf didn't mind that the blade of the sword was deeper and inserted into the empty ribs. He came closer, and the eyeballs embedded in the bones met the invisible eyes behind the Nazgul helmet.

"So, what happens next?"