The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I can't stay, my people still need guidance. Gondor is a strange land to them. I can only entrust Lisa Riel to you. Please also help if you encounter problems in Lisa Riel. Her."

"You don't need to tell me, Queen. As long as I'm still in Mordor, I will pay attention to the situation in Kanan Forest. Once I leave here, I will also trust this matter to someone who can trust me."

"Thank you." Marvin's mouth moved, as if she wanted to say some words of thanks, but in the end, she really couldn't find any words to describe, she just lowered her head. "Thank you."

Part of the Dendan Ranger covered the evacuation of the Norn tribe. After solving the orcs in the Kanan Forest, Aragorn immediately went to the east without stopping, and took the remaining people to Solband to attack the orcs' slave market. The Dengdan Ranger's combat effectiveness far exceeds that of ordinary people. They are not many in number, but they are extremely brave. But Aragorn and the other rangers can’t stay in Mordor. The Dark Lord still doesn’t understand what has defeated his army. The Dundan Rangers seem to be unwilling to reveal their identity. Even in the daytime, they are dressed in thick Thick cloak. The safe passage originally planned by Zelin was from Norn to Udun, and then through the mountains next to the Black Gate, where Talion's followers could pick them up. But Aragorn rejected this idea. The Udon region is in Gogolos, at the foot of the Doom Mountain. The evil eyes of the Evil Black Tower will sweep across that area.

They must avoid the gaze of the evil black tower.

In any case, the problem of the Norn was completely resolved. With Aragorn, it was only a matter of time before the Gondor prisoners of Solband were rescued. At that time, the rangers would take them to retreat.

Although the reinforcements found were different from what the Demon Hunters had previously expected, the Dengdan Ranger's effect was not much worse than that of a Gondor army. They are hidden, fast, and silent, just as they used to protect the northern wilderness in the dark.

When Zelin returned to the towering giant tree, it was not a wild beast waiting there, but a young dragon transformed into Kanan.

"What is it this time?"

"Quick! Too much time has been wasted!"

Kanan's voice was restless, and the young dragon lowered his head, waiting for Zelin to climb on his back.

Suddenly, a cloud of black mist crossed the sky, and went straight to the north. When the black shadow passed the forest, the air that was originally hot due to the flame suddenly dropped a few minutes and became extremely cold.

Zelin knew what it was.

"Jing Ling?!"

"The undead head north, evil will rise in the shadows under the doomsday volcano, fast, must chase, fast!"

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The black smoke erupted from the doomsday volcano obscured the sky.

With the whistling of the wind in his ears, Zelin lowered his body and lay on the back of the wyvern, holding the spurs protruding from the back of the wyvern’s neck with both hands to prevent it from being thrown off in the tumbling air current. The turbulence in the sky was like a weave. The net, facing the mask towards Kanan's incarnation, the young dragon spread its wings, sometimes glide down, sometimes soar into the sky, and sometimes hit its head into the gloomy dark clouds in the sky. The cold air in mid-air made the demon hunter tighten the collar of his cloak, and the cold wind lifted his hood, causing the cloak to rustle behind him.

Riding on the wyrmling's back, the view of the Gogolos Wasteland was unobstructed. The gloomy volcano stands in the northeast with a chilling aura, and a lot of thick smoke is emitted from the top of the mountain. Under the strong wind, it drifts to the west and thick black clouds emerge from its side, covering the whole area. Piece of land. The young dragons spread their wings and flew, avoiding the smoke clouds erupting from the volcano. The foot of the volcano was covered with potholes and mines, and the wasteland appeared black, like a grassland burned by flames, leaving only bare rocks. Near the volcano, you can see the cobweb-like branches of the fire, which is a terrifying river formed by lava breaking through the ground.

Before the wyrmling descended, the demon hunter had already seen the target.

The terrifying pit is located to the west of the Doomsday Volcano, like a tunnel to the abyss. The red light of lava is reflected from the edge of the cave. Several dense lava rivers merge in from different directions, forming a red waterfall on the edge of the pit. On the ground divided by the lava flow, groups of orcs lined up in a square array, looking at the direction of the lava pit. Around the huge pit, on the four high towers decorated with bones, there is an orc acolyte in a dirty brown robe.

"This is where we are looking, Kanan?!"

In the strong wind, the voice of the demon hunter became distorted and weird.

"The undead is awakening the Balrog!" Kanan's voice appeared directly in Zelin's mind. "The flame is tumbling, and its anger will stir the earth. Its flame will burn you and us."

"Your forest cannot resist the power of the Balrog."

"It must be defeated before it enters Norn."

The young dragon screamed, flapped its wings upwards and flew up, then retracted its wings, ready to dive down. Suddenly, the eyes of the demon hunter noticed an inconsistent color between red and black on the ground. At the edge of the deep pit, a figure with a green cloak was wielding a sword among the orcs. A thick black shadow covered the figure, but it still couldn't block the golden and white light that burst out from time to time.

"Wait, go over there!"

"No, the summoner must be stopped!" Kanan rejected Zelin's proposal and swooped straight down toward the pit.

"Someone is dealing with the ring spirit, we can help and defeat the ring spirit, so that we will not be disturbed when we fight against the summoner." Zelin grabbed the whelpling's bone spurs and shouted. "Do you think that when we attack the summoner, the ring spirit will not attack us in turn?!"

"Only the undead can defeat the undead, take the opportunity to attack, and kill the summoner before the black knight kills its enemies!"

The shadow cast by the young dragon swept over the tower, and an acolyte raised his head, then was enveloped by the surging flames. Before he had time to let out a scream, the black figure melted in the flame like a wax figure in the high temperature. The young dragon roared and flew over the heads of the orcs' queue, before the orcs could react, they spewed the flames of destruction on their heads, and dyed a touch of fiery red among the dark armors. The burning orcs screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies. The completely engulfed orcs ran around like a headless fly, tumbling under their feet and falling into the pit, but more orcs were in the first wave. He died in the red-hot armor when the attack came. The flames reflected the red and scorched ground, and the dark purple banner of the evil tribe fell in the flames.

The death of one acolyte did not affect the other acolytes, who were still standing on top of their respective towers. The young dragon drew an arc in mid-air and turned to kill another ritual tower again. More than a dozen crossbow arrows shot into the sky with the sound of breaking through the air. The young dragon turned around and avoided a few of them. The others hit its abdomen and wings and plunged deeply into the bark.

The second tower was wiped out in the raging flames of the young dragon, more arrows flew into the sky, Kanan incarnation climbed up, avoiding the attack on the ground.

"These acolytes are not the key, look over there, beside the pit! There!" Ze Lin rode on the dragon's back and pointed down. "Look at that orc, every acolyte is facing its direction, he is casting spells, he is the real summoner!"

An old orc with a white beard stands on the edge of the pit, and under the dark green cloak is hidden the hard silver-scaled armor. Three spears are inserted in the leather barrel behind, and a skull is pierced on the tip of the third spear.

"Tagolos! We call you to come! Get up and share our glory!" The old orc opened his arms and called out loudly. A pale green mist emerged from the acolytes in the remaining two towers, flying towards the summoner like iron filings attracted by a magnet. "Get up, join the army of shadows! Come to us!"

The lava lake under the pit was bubbling and gurgling.

"Get up, get up, get up!"

Kanan responded to Zelin's suggestion with action, and the Whelpling turned around again and rushed towards the summoner below. The demon hunter made a gesture of Kunen's seal, and a new round of arrows hit the young dragon, crackling it on its body. An arrow hit the Fayin shield, a buzzing buzzer flew out, the shield shook twice, and then it was hit by a streamer, causing several cracks. Under the action of diving, the power of the arrow is stronger than that of a heavy crossbow. When it was less than ten meters away from the ground of the summoner, the young dragon flew towards the target almost close to the ground. From the open mouth of the blood basin, hot flames gushed out and took directly at the orc in front of him. The demon hunter took the opportunity to jump down, and controlled his body shape after two laps on the ground, while raising the sword to make a defensive posture to prevent attackers from any direction.

The flames of the young dragon left a burning path on the ground, and the raging flames reflected red on the cheeks of the demon hunter, as well as his eyes glowing with gold in the dark night.

The sound of the wind behind him made him turn over and swing his sword, and the spear and the blade clinked together.

"It is an honor to see the ranger who killed the black knight here, but your luck will be exhausted here. Tar'goroth's power will sweep away all enemies blocking the shadow army! Tar'goroth will take orders from Zog , When you die, you will serve the Shadow and serve Mordor like other undead!"

The demon hunter pushed away the enemy forcefully, and the orc waved a short spear and stabs Zelin from a tricky angle, but was blocked. It stabbed again with a backhand and returned without success in front of the ebony blade. The demon hunter turned around, Zog raised his short spear and prepared to parry the blow, but the real attack was not the blade. Zelin flicked his sword and turned and kicked Zog's abdomen. The orc was kicked out, rolled twice on the ground, and hit a scorched rock. The demon hunter dashed forward, aimed at Zog's head and raised the sword.

The ebony blade clinked on the Jiao Yan.

Zog's figure turned into a cloud of green smoke, fleeing in all directions, and gathered again at the edge of the pit. It squatted on the ground, clutching its chest, panting.

Kanan's young dragon flew across the sky, and another tower turned into a pillar of fire in the dragon flame. The orcs below screamed and fled in front of the inclined ritual tower, the burning wooden tower slammed heavily on the ground, sparks splattered everywhere.

The demon hunter turned and strode towards the enemy, Tan Jin's eyes full of killing intent. Zog struggled to get up. It had just raised its weapon and was about to throw the short spear as a javelin. Zelin snapped his fingers, and white light flashed. Zog seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer and rolled around in mid-air. Fell to the ground.

But when Zog raised his head, Zelin saw a sly smile on his face.

"Your end is coming, mankind!"

With that, it flipped backwards suddenly and fell into the pit behind it.

Zelin ran to the side of the pit and looked down. In the lake at the bottom of the deep pit, the lava was rolling and leaping, reflecting a fiery red at the bottom of the pit. On the edge of the lava lake, four orc acolytes raised their hands and shouted to the lava lake in a language that the demon hunter could not understand. Several scaffolds were erected around the pit. On each scaffold stood a half-orc slave. Zog fell on one of the scaffolding platforms. It turned over and staggered to the bottom of the pit. Zelin didn't hesitate, he stepped back a few steps, then ran forward, jumped up from the edge of the pit, and landed heavily on the platform where Zog was just now. The slave squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, shivering.

The incarnation of Kanan glided across the night sky that was reddened by flames, and the last ritual tower collapsed in its anger.

"Quick, quick, wake up Tagros, wake it up!" Zog shouted to the other acolytes. "The great Balrog will serve the evil tribe and the shadow army! Mordor will be ours!"

Zelin didn't care about the slaves around him. He looked around, and when he found a second scaffold that could be used as a pedal, he immediately jumped over. A half-orc stretched out his spear and stabbed the demon hunter, but then he was hit by a powerful thrust, screamed and fell, and fell into the tumbling lava with a puff.

Suddenly, the whole deep pit quaked violently, and rubble and dust fell down. Zelin grabbed the support beside him to stabilize his figure, but the scaffold squeaked overwhelmedly in the tremor. Seeing this, Zelin ran three steps forward and jumped onto the rock on the other side. The bracket behind him fell apart in the increasingly violent shaking, falling to pieces on the charred stone, and falling into the lava like raindrops.

The next moment, the lava lake burst open, and a tall figure burning with flames stood up from it and enveloped the dark shadow on the orc summoner at the bottom of the mine.

Balrog!

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When the huge shadow appeared in the lava lake, the originally dazzling firelight seemed to be dimmed in the darkness. This is a huge humanoid monster, its height is more than five meters, and its limbs are thicker than an adult man. A pair of sharp long horns grow on the pitch-black inverted triangle head, and flames and open mouths are constantly spraying out flames, as if its body is burning with evil fire that is hotter than lava. The flame demon gradually stood up from the lake of flames, dragging the tail behind him. The lava slid down the scorched shell of Balrog, causing a long string of flames to emerge from its back, like a burning mane.