"Aura Aura Aura Aura!!"
Fangzheng brandished his sword and charged forward. Wherever he went, no one could stop him. The half-beastman army was already in chaos. Although they had tried their best to block Fangzheng's attack, no one could stop him.
At this time, Fangzheng's performance finally attracted Soran's attention. Soon, the magic eye condensed by the burning flame suddenly turned and stared at Fangzheng. An orange light emerged from it and shone on Fangzheng's body like a searchlight.
"Not good!!"
Seeing this scene, Gandalf's face suddenly changed. This was Mordor, where Soran was the most powerful. That was what he was worried about. The most powerful thing about Soran was not the Orc army or any powerful magic, but his means of controlling people's hearts. Now it seemed that Soran had obviously targeted Fangzheng!
Is he here?
Noticing Soran's gaze, Fangzheng raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, he immediately felt a force gradually knocking on his mental barrier. It was like a mouse trying to find a weakness in his heart, arousing his fear and pessimism, and then giving him despair and pain … But unfortunately, in front of Fangzheng, Soran's little trick was not worth mentioning at all.
Although Soran's mental attack was like a breeze to Fangzheng, he was not willing to let Soran go so easily.
Isn't it just mental pollution? I'll let you know that you can't afford to offend anyone!
Thinking of this, Fangzheng's eyes flashed with a dark light, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised.
Then, let me show you what mental pollution is!!
At this moment, Soran was still staring at Fangzheng, looking for a gap in his heart. For Soran, this was not a difficult thing to do. He had done this many times. No matter how powerful a person was, there must be a weakness. Even Gandalf was no exception. Of course, Soran did not deny that there were some people among the mortals who were quite determined, but this did not mean anything. Their firm will may also change unconsciously. Confidence and arrogance were often only separated by a wall. Soran was good at using this method to induce them to act at his own pace.
But this time, Soran found that the situation was not quite right.
When he tried to delve into the heart of the man in front of him, he felt as if he had encountered a towering wall that reached into the clouds. It was incomparably sturdy, and he could not see the end of it. This was something that Soran had never encountered before, but even so, he still did not give up because Soran knew very well that if he could use the loophole in this man's mind and control him, then it would be the best thing for Soran.
Everyone has a weakness … Next, I just need to find it …
"Huala … …."
Suddenly, the sound of the tide came from Soran's ears. The sound was so weak that it seemed like an illusion. But soon, the sound gradually began to get louder and echoed in Soran's mind. At this time, Soran found that what echoed in his mind was not the real sound of the tide, but a series of incomprehensible whispers!
These whispers were like a large group of people whispering in front of him, whispering to each other. They seemed to be saying something, but if he listened carefully, he could not hear anything.
What was that sound?
At first, Soran did not care, but when he noticed this, the Dark Lord found that he could no longer concentrate. His attention could not help but turn to the whispers in his ears. A strange desire emerged from the depths of the Dark Lord's heart. He felt that these people seemed to be telling something about him, something very important.
It was like a whisper from the abyss of fate, representing an irreversible trajectory.
However, no matter how hard Soran tried, he could not hear what the whispers were saying. On the contrary, not only that, but the voices were getting louder and louder. Soon, they formed a noise that was enough to drive people crazy, echoing in Soran's mind.
No! Don't say it! Stop! I don't want to hear it!!
Soran's soul let out a silent roar. If he still had a human body now, he would probably be holding his head and hitting the wall in pain. It was a pity that the Dark Lord, who had lost his physical body, could not even distract himself with pain. The more he wanted to resist, the more annoying the voice in his ears became.
No —!!!
The Eye of Soran suddenly closed, and then opened again. He almost gritted his teeth, forcibly stripping away the noise entangled in his heart, and looked forward.
But the next moment, Soran was stunned.
What … is this?
Under Soran's gaze, the world in front of him had completely changed. The originally dark, dry earth was now like a rotten piece of meat, with wounds flowing with pus and blood everywhere. The location where Mount Doomsday was located had turned into a huge, dark, beating heart. There were wounds all over it, and every time it twitched, dark red, putrid, disgusting blood would seep out from around the huge heart.
What is this? This is Mordor? Why? What's going on? What did I see?
Soran stared blankly at what was in front of him, and then he seemed to be attracted by something and looked down.
Below, the dark and hard tower that originally supported the Magic Eye of Sauron had now turned into an arm full of ulcers. This arm was raised high, and the outstretched palm grabbed the Magic Eye of Sauron.
But Soran did not look away.
Or rather, he could not look away.
Under Soran's gaze, the wound on his arm, which looked like it had been bitten by an animal, gradually opened up. Then, eyes emerged from it. They appeared on his fingers, palms, arms, and everywhere, densely packed. Although each eye was at a different angle, they were all staring at Soran.
Don't look at me!
Soran roared, but these eyes did not obey his orders at all and just stared at him.
Get out of my way!!
"…"
Silence.
Soran was not unfamiliar with these eyes. He remembered these eyes. It was before he became a Dark Lord and abandoned his body. He was also very clear about the meaning of those eyes. Soran originally thought that he had left everything behind. But now, when these eyes stared at him again, he was horrified to find that the dusty memories were like the living dead that had been awakened and climbed out of the grave!
"Get out of my way! Get out of my way!!! "
"…"
The eyeballs began to swell. One by one, they protruded from the eye sockets like balloons, and then burst with a "bang". Then, bloody tentacles came out from the inside. They moved forward like vines wrapped around trees and surrounded Soran's magic eyes.
"… No, don't come over … Don't come over …"
Looking at these disgusting creations, Soran felt fear for the first time. However, the tentacles did not hear his roar or his voice. They still moved forward and came in front of the Eye of Sauron.
Then, Soran saw the top of these tentacles suddenly split and turned into tentacles. Then, these tentacles began to swell again and became bigger, becoming eyeballs staring at him.
He stared at it, stared at him, stared at him, stared at him, stared at him …
"No —!!!!!"
The earth began to tremble.
Shrill screams echoed in the sky. Even the people fighting under Fangzheng were shocked. Gandalf looked up and saw that the Eye at the top of the Dark Tower was shaking desperately. It looked around frantically as if trying to break free from something. Then, the eyeball suddenly swelled, and then with a "boom", it exploded.
The roaring storm instantly enveloped the whole of Mordor. The earth cracked, and the sky trembled.
"What happened? Gandalf?! "
At this moment, Aragorn also hurried to Gandalf's front and shouted loudly.
"I don't know. Maybe … Frodo succeeded?"
Gandalf was also confused. He could feel that Soran's soul was struggling in pain. At first, Gandalf thought that Frodo had succeeded, but soon he found that something was wrong. If Frodo succeeded, it would mean that Soran would be completely exiled. But now, Soran's performance seemed to be different from what he had expected.
"Tch, that's it?"
In contrast to the confused Gandalf, Fangzheng looked at the exploding Eye not far away and could not help but twitch his mouth. He originally thought that the Dark Lord could resist the Old God's Aura, but he did not expect Soran to be so weak. He was directly mentally polluted in just one encounter. Now, his SAN value had reached zero, and he had completely fallen into a state of madness.
So, how could one not wet their shoes if they always stood by the river … right?
"No …!! Frodo!! "
Just as Fangzheng was sighing helplessly, he suddenly heard a scream coming from Mount Doomsday. Hearing this sound, Fangzheng blinked, then turned around and rushed in the direction of Mount Doomsday.
When Fangzheng came to the entrance of the volcano, he saw a short and fat Halfling kneeling on the ground, as if he was crying.
"What's the matter?"
Fangzheng walked in and looked at the Halfling.
"Why are you crying? Where's Frodo? Did he throw the One Ring into the volcano? "
"No … Sir … It's not … He …"
The Halfling was also confused. Facing Fangzheng's question, he stammered out the truth of the matter. It turned out that everything had been going smoothly until just now. Frodo took the One Ring and walked into the passage. All he had to do next was to throw the One Ring into the volcano. However, he did not expect to hear Sauron's scream coming from outside. Hearing this scream, Frodo seemed to have changed into a different person. He raised the One Ring high and shouted, "Sauron is dead.
"Sauron is dead. This ring doesn't need to be thrown away anymore. It's mine now!"
Hearing this, the short and fat Halfling was naturally shocked. He wanted to stop Frodo's crazy behavior, but at that moment, Frodo put on the ring and disappeared in front of him.
That's why he shouted.
"I see."
After listening to the Halfling's story, Fangzheng scratched his head. He did not expect that he had gone too far and ruined the plot.
But it didn't matter. There was still a chance to remedy it.
Thinking of this, Fangzheng glanced around, then suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed at the shadow next to him.
"Ah —!!!"
Accompanied by a scream, a thin Halfling was grabbed by the neck by Fangzheng from the shadow. He waved his hands in horror, grabbed Fangzheng's arm, and struggled desperately. However, Fangzheng did not care about his resistance at all. He just brought the Halfling to the end of the passage and lifted him up.
"I'll give you a chance. Throw the One Ring down yourself, or I'll throw you down."
"Let me go, that's my ring!!!"
In the face of Fangzheng's cold warning, Frodo still struggled desperately and did not have the slightest intention of stopping. Hearing Frodo's answer, Fangzheng raised his eyebrows and let go of his hand. The next moment, the Halfling fell from his hand and fell into the volcano.
"Frodo!"
Seeing this scene, the other short and fat Halfling suddenly screamed, and Frodo also screamed in horror. But at this moment, Fangzheng reached out again and grabbed him.
"This is your last chance. Choose. The ring? Or your life? "
"…"
This time, Frodo did not answer immediately. He stared at Fangzheng. The fear of death seemed to have sobered him up a little. In the end, Frodo gritted his teeth, pulled out the ring on his finger, and threw it at the volcano under his feet.
The golden One Ring fell from the sky and fell into the volcano. At this moment, another thin voice suddenly rushed past the two of them.
"No, that's a treasure, my treasure!!!"
The thin and smelly Gollum screamed and rushed out of the cliff. He stretched out his hand towards the One Ring below and smiled excitedly.
But at the next moment, they fell into the magma and vanished completely before they could even make a splash.
At the same time, the volcano began to tremble, and the roaring power gradually erupted.
"Very good."
Fangzheng let go of Frodo and threw him to the ground.
"It seems that you made the right choice."
He stared at the frightened Halfling and said.
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