The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 973 Fallen Heroic Spirits?

"I knew it! It's still too comfortable!" Dos Anthony shook his head helplessly and patted Kurt, who was sunbathing beside him, and said slowly.

"Let's go! We're going to war!" Dos Anthony mounted his dragon saddle, glanced at the urgent military intelligence in his hand, and let it be shattered by lightning and scattered by the wind.

"Where did this battle report come from?" Kurt asked in a muffled voice.

"Battle report from Lulong Fortress, Windhelm Ridge! The orcs are attacking!" Dos Anthony patted his paw.

"More orcs..." Kurt muttered helplessly. In Kurt's eyes, these filthy reptiles were like clowns constantly appearing before everyone's eyes...

"The kingdom can bear the fall of a pioneering territory, and it can endure the death of a baron, but it cannot accept the fall of a dragon knight!" Dos Anthony shook his head. The kingdom could not afford the devastating news of a dragon knight's death. No matter what, he could ignore everyone else, but Weiss had to be saved!

“I will obey your will!” Kurt bowed his head to Dos Anthony. Although he was a member of the Thunder Dragon Clan and naturally rejected the Demon Dragon Clan, the dragons, loyal to their contracts, chose to be loyal to their knight.

“Thanks for understanding, buddy!” Dos Anthony nodded gratefully. In the entire dragon knight circle of the Kingdom of Lagrang, Weiss could be said to be a figure of subtle isolation. Apart from Kaldor, no dragon liked the lineage of demon dragons who were regarded as traitors to the dragon race. This rejection from blood ties made the mounts of other dragon knights subtly distant from Weiss’s dragons…

“Let’s go. As you said, the kingdom cannot lose a dragon knight!” Watching Dos Anthony quickly mount the dragon saddle, Kote nodded, and fine currents began to flow through his body.

"Tear!" Blue lightning traversed a thousand meters, and in an instant, Kurt appeared at the end of the lightning! The lightning dragon race's lightning transformation is a practical divine skill! Using lightning as a medium, they can teleport to any location where lightning spreads. As a dragon race that is also known for its speed, they do not ride the wind like wind dragons, but instead use lightning to achieve an almost instantaneous teleportation effect.

Kurt flies very fast. When the thunder dragons in the sky fly at high speed using lightning, they emit rumbling thunder and lightning like in a thunderstorm. If you see lightning and hear rumbling thunder on a clear day, you might as well look carefully in the sky, as it is very likely the sound of a thunder dragon coming out...

"Kurt! There are cumulonimbus clouds up there! Let's go up!" Dos Anthony exclaimed excitedly. The lightning that comes with cumulonimbus clouds allows the Thunder Dragon to move through them more quickly, saving its dragon power and allowing it to absorb the power of lightning to recharge itself. It's a win-win situation.

"Roar!" Kurt let out a long howl, his figure flashed and he disappeared into the clouds like lightning!
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"Lord Viss, have your reinforcements not arrived yet?" The King of the Mountain felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Khamur was Khamur; as the Witch-King of Angmar's lieutenant, his strength was beyond question! It was a fact that this sixth-tier Heroic Spirit of the Mountain was no match for a sixth-tier Ringwraith... After only a few exchanges, the King of the Mountain realized the enormous gap between the two! Khamur's strength was no less than that of Knight Sernar!
"You are valiant, but this ends here!" Khamur's voice was hoarse and deep. His Nightmare snorted, spewing out two eerie streams of hellfire. Khamur swung his chain mace, spurring his warhorse forward. "Roar!" A demonic roar seemed to echo in the void. A terrifying phantom of a warhammer appeared as he swung it, a twisted, dark skull face emerging behind him. The faint sound of chains seemed to echo in the void. The King of the Mountain dared not be careless, immediately raising his shield. The shield, constructed of soul power, still shimmered with an eerie light. Before the shield could activate and envelop him, the whistling chain mace crashed down upon the King of the Mountain!
With a loud cracking sound, the shield in the King of the Mountain's hand shattered into pieces, turning into wisps of soul light that re-integrated into his body.

"Clang!" In the nick of time, he successfully drew his longsword and blocked the heavy hammer. The hammer that was aimed straight at his face was blocked. Instead of being surprised, Kehamur twisted his wrist and slammed it down.

"Hiss~" The Mountain King's soul steed neighed for a long time before being smashed into pieces, turning into a stream of light that merged back into the Mountain King's body. The Mountain King rolled awkwardly to avoid the chain hammer that swept across again, and then appeared behind Khamur. He stood up with a grim face, gripped the Soul Sword with both hands, and stared intently at Khamur's movements.

"Your horse is gone, how much longer can you struggle?" Kehamur's hoarse voice carried a hint of amusement, like a cat toying with a mouse.

“That dragon knight won’t last much longer! The sixth-ranked warrior of this kingdom has left that fortress for some reason, so are you still waiting for that elusive reinforcement?” Khamur’s laughter was deep and hoarse, carrying a seductive power.

"Give up the struggle and embrace the darkness! You belong to us all along... don't you? Lord of the Dead..." Khammur said with a smile. As his voice rang out, streaks of dark light quietly climbed up the battle aura of the King of the Mountain and merged with it. The King of the Mountain, which was originally burning with green soul flames, gradually turned black.

"Come... join us... the position of the Third Ring is yours..." Khammur's voice suddenly became ethereal. He put down his weapon and stretched out his hands toward the King of the Mountain. Behind him, endless war clouds swept across the bottomless blackness, coloring the world. He extended an invitation to the King of the Mountain!
The King of the Mountain took two hesitant steps forward, slowly lowering his longsword. His clear eyes became cloudy, and his once sharp features began to distort and fade, gradually transforming into a skeleton amidst a black mist. Two flames of soul slowly rose from his eye sockets…

"Yes! That's it! We are all companions, come! Embrace the darkness! Join Lord Sauron's ranks..." Khammur opened his arms, and boundless war clouds enveloped and swept over the King of the Mountain. The King of the Mountain's green soul burned desperately, trying to resist the darkness's grasp, but how could darkness, like a malignant sore, be easily erased...

His noble armor began to crumble, and thorny gauntlets slowly grew from the longsword in his hand. Dark Ringwraith armor began to piece together and emerge on his body, and streams of battle flames imbued with evil and darkness transformed into a cloak that enveloped him, while crimson soul flames flickered and leaped.

Khamur watched all this with satisfaction. This was why he hadn't gone all out to kill the King of the Mountain! Ringwraiths were beings transformed from fallen paladins, and similarly, heroic spirits could also be corrupted into Ringwraiths. With the Third Ring vacant, Khamur naturally needed to find a suitable successor and replacement for the original Sernar!
"Yes! That's it! You will take the Ring of Thranar and become the new Lord of the Three Rings! Embrace the darkness! Offer your loyalty to Lord Sauron!" Khammur's hoarse, grating laughter echoed through the clouds of war.

"Se...Senar?" The Mountain King, whose thoughts were in a daze, was suddenly startled, and the soul fire in his eyes went out the next second!

I'm back, family! I'm back to pay off my debts!