Ringwraiths Attack! The Black-Tech Version of Positional Warfare Begins!

The great sun sank in the west, and the sky gradually darkened as a cold, bright moon slowly rose.

Wang Zhen and the others had all advanced to Mythic lifeforms. Fine food and wine were more a habit of living to them; in truth, such delicacies brought them no benefit beyond their intoxicating flavors. Of course, if Zheng Guandong used rare ingredients such as dragon liver and phoenix marrow, rich in nutrients, they would gladly feast on them. But not only were such ingredients exorbitantly expensive, they were also packed with energy that ordinary people simply could not handle.

Thus, Wang Zhen and the others watched with great interest as the four Hobbits turned into eating machines. Their small figures bustled about with an orderly rhythm, their meals sensibly balanced between meat and vegetables as they sat at the table and ate with gusto. Frodo, the current bearer of the One Ring, was also fully focused on dismantling the fat, roe-filled crab before him. As the fragrant steam of the steamed crab wafted around him, an innocent smile gradually bloomed across his babyish face, soft enough to seem breakable at a touch. Suddenly, Wang Zhen came to a realization. Perhaps this was why the One Ring, the most evil ring created by the Dark Lord Sauron, had, through a twist of fate, ended up in the hands of the Hobbit uncle and nephew Bilbo Baggins and Frodo Baggins without leading to any evil incident.

Because Hobbits lived simply, naturally, and purely. They were like flawless, translucent crystals. When thirsty, they drank beer; when hungry, they ate; when worn out, they sat down to smoke a pipe; when tired, they lay down for a good sleep. They were forever carefree, forever happy. They had greed in their hearts too, but it