Shifting the Battlefield a Thousand Miles! A Passionate Battle of Fists to Flesh and Blades to Blood is About to Begin

Wang Zhen did not guess what Aragorn was thinking.

In truth, even if Wang Zhen had guessed, he would not have cared.

The reason was simple. No matter how vastly different the strength of Wang Zhen and the other Zhongzhou Team members was from that of Middle-earth, it could not change the most basic fact: they possessed formidable power.

And Aragorn was the future Human Emperor of Middle-earth.

He was destined to establish a vast empire unifying all of Middle-earth. The combat power displayed by Wang Zhen and the others—especially the Philosopher's Stone Transmutation Circle that Wang Zhen had silently set up in the trap room without anyone noticing—even a legendary ranger like Aragorn had failed to detect it. This showed just how terrifying a role that strange and vicious blood-red radiance could play in war.

Of course, Aragorn did not believe that this strange and vicious Philosopher's Stone Transmutation Circle was invincible. But as long as it could serve its intended purpose, setting up such a transmutation circle at the right time and place would inevitably yield considerable results. At the very least, it was far more cost-effective than filling the battlefield with human lives. After all, although the human race of Middle-earth was numerous, it held no advantage in warfare, especially in terms of troop numbers. This became even more pronounced after Saruman, the White Wizard, betrayed them and defected to the Dark Lord Sauron. This Maia White Wizard had actually developed the stronger Uruk-hai from Mordor's Orcs—and, absurdly enough, these Uruk-hai were grown from the ground!

How the hell were they supposed to fight that?

If the ancient Ents had not suddenly joined the battle, if the Elf Queen Galadriel had not sent reinforcements at the most critical moment, and if Gandalf, who had become the White