Not Exactly a Qualified Mage

The Ringwraiths are the loyal servants of the Lord Sauron, also known as his lackeys, lackeys, and henchmen. They were originally nine powerful and wise human kings who, due to their greed for the power of the Ring, were controlled by Sauron one after another, and after their physical deaths, they became terrifying ghosts.

In short, they are undead creatures!

As for the claim that the Witch-king of Angmar, the leader of the Ringwraiths, cannot be killed by a man, just laugh it off and don't take it seriously. The sword that killed him was inherently effective against the Ringwraiths' Immortal Body, and its wielder's gender had little to do with it.

A fierce wind howled atop the tower. After Russell reached the top, the wind intensified, and the previously veiled thunderclouds began to churn violently, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Russell looked extremely frustrated. His constitution was acting strangely, causing him to be struck by lightning all the time. People who didn't know better would think that he had done all sorts of evil deeds and that even God couldn't tolerate him.

Tap tap tap tap —

Russell had assumed the Ringwraiths would come up the stairs, so he deliberately crouched at the top of the stairs, drew his longsword, and waited for Ringwraiths to peek out before swiftly killing them one by one.

Unexpectedly, their entrance was much more impressive than he had imagined. Five Ringwraiths, riding jet-black steeds, climbed the vertical walls from five directions and surrounded them.

"Russell, be very careful. They were all renowned human warriors in life, and even without their physical bodies, they possess terrifying power." Surrounded by powerful enemies, Aragorn showed no fear, preparing to sacrifice himself to cover Russell and the Hobbits' retreat.

"How many can you take on?" Russell asked.

He still doesn't know what level of world Middle-earth is, but based on his daily observations, he can infer that the natives are definitely much stronger than in the movies. Take Frodo and his companions as an example: they look weak, and they really are weak, but they run incredibly fast, as if they have nitrogen in their rear ends. Even Bolt would have to eat their exhaust fumes.

Even Hobbits have the racial talent to run away, so a hero like Aragorn can't be much worse. He might even know a few skills like the Cross Slash or the Soul-Devouring Demon Slash.

"One-on-one is a sure win, one-on-two is hard to say, and one-on-three is a guaranteed loss," Aragorn replied.

"Holy crap, I never thought you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually know how to use tricks and show off?" Russell was shocked. One minute he was saying that even without a physical body, the Ringwraiths still had extremely terrifying power, and the next minute he was talking about this kind of super expert. I could take on two of them.

"What! What kind of show-off trick is this?" Aragorn couldn't keep up with Russell's leaps of thought.

"Aragorn, you've really put on a good show, making me look even more sophisticated, because I could take on nine of these kinds of experts," Russell said casually. He could take on nine because there were only nine Ringwraiths.

"What time is it? You're still joking?" Aragorn was shocked by Russell's carelessness and hurriedly said, "I'll find a way to hold them off later. You take Frodo and the other three and leave quickly. Remember, you'll be safe once you get to Rivendell."

Having said that, Aragorn's aura changed completely, and a sound like boiling water resounded within him. His longsword gleamed, and he charged toward the Ringwraiths in front of him.

Aragorn was fast, but Russell was even faster. With a stomp of his toes, Russell used the wizard's signature move, Charge, to leap over Aragorn and raise his Ringwraiths on his tall horse.

Bite!!

The Ringwraiths reacted quickly, raising his Knight Sword to parry, and with a crisp sound, the blade snapped in two.

What broke was Russell's longsword, the one he had been wearing since waking up. It was a beginner's basic equipment, no match for the Ringwraiths's enchanted weapon. It broke cleanly, without offering any resistance.

"Please, can you stop playing around..." Aragorn's eyes twitched, not knowing what to say, and he secretly blamed himself. Russell wasn't this weak before; it was all because of his amnesia.

Frodo and his companions huddled in a corner, holding their daggers for protection. Because Russell had left an opening, Aragorn had to hastily fill in and engage the two Ringwraiths in battle.

"Russell, come back quickly, Frodo and the others need your protection."

His longsword gleamed as he blocked the Ringwraiths' magical swords from two opponents. The power attribute was strange; it was unclear whether it was aura or blood energy, but it was definitely not magic.

"The best defense is offense..."

Russell glanced at Aragorn, then took out Adamantium Blade from his Space Ring. The slender blade looked like an elf's weapon on Middle-earth, lacking any of the elegance of a mage.

Rumble!!

The sound of hooves rang out, and three Ringwraiths brandished their Knight Sword, aiming straight for Russell's head.

Russell narrowed his eyes, his sword energy clinging to the Adamantium Blade, and he thrust out continuously without firing, clashing with the three longswords in mid-air.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The sword energy condensed into a hair-like strand, yet was exceptionally sharp. The seemingly indestructible magical longsword in the Ringwraiths's hand was utterly vulnerable under the sword energy. After three crisp sounds, all three longswords were split in two.

The sudden turn of events startled the three Ringwraiths. Russell pressed his advantage, wielding his sword with both hands and slashing down at high speed, creating a net of sword energy that pressed down hard on the three Ringwraiths.

Swish, swish, swish!!!

The air exploded layer by layer, and the sword energy whistled past, causing the three Ringwraiths' black robes to flutter wildly. The next second, they and their horses were all cut into pieces.

Aragorn did the same, wielding his longsword with effortless grace, slicing down from an extremely tricky angle to decapitate two Ringwraiths. Having successfully killed his enemies, he showed no joy, glancing at Russell with surprise before firmly protecting Frodo and the other three behind him.

"Be careful, the Ringwraiths are Immortal Body; they won't be defeated so easily."

As Aragorn finished speaking, the corpses of the five Ringwraiths slowly rose to their feet, their tattered black robes returning to their original state as if they were part of their bodies. Only the three black warhorses that Russell had slain did not come back to life.

"Roar roar roar————"

The Ringwraiths roared in unison, emitting sharp, painful howls, and an aura of death spread out, inspiring fear in all who heard them.

The fear of their enemies makes them strong, and darkness is also the source of their power!

The Ringwraiths discarded the knight's broken sword, took out shorter Magic Sword from their black robes, ignited dark red flames, and attacked Russell once more.

Anyone who isn't a fool can see that these three swords are no ordinary items, and a fierce battle is about to begin. But Russell doesn't think so; there's no reason for him to be led by the nose by the enemy.

The probing is over; it's time to unleash the ultimate weapon!

Although Russell possesses mage skills such as Close Combat Master and Master Swordsman, and is not afraid of Ringwraiths in melee combat, he is not a qualified mage after all, and still has to use magic in critical moments.

If the properties of Lightning Rod can be considered magic...

Rumble!!!

Lightning surged, Lightning Snake streaked across the sky, showering down intense light.

Before the thunder even struck, the five Ringwraiths covered their faces with their hands, as if terrified by the intense light from the sky, and screamed as they retreated step by step.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, accompanied by chilling whirlwinds. Russell raised his Adamantium Blade high, and countless bolts of lightning struck down, all of them flowing into his body.

In an instant, Russell was enveloped in a dense cloud of lightning, with flashes of electricity and countless white Electric Arc moving and dissipating.

The Ringwraiths realized something was terribly wrong, so they hurriedly gripped their longswords and held them to their chests. A dim, dark aura spread out, and a misty fog enveloped them, turning them into black silken cocoons.

The expected thunderous strike did not occur. Instead, lightning surged around Russell, transforming him into a Silver-white Giant Wolf that instantly charged out and crashed into the black cocoon.

A sudden tremor shook the earth, black mist billowed, and a giant wolf leaped out of the tower with a black pupa in its mouth, swallowing it whole.

Rumble—

A dazzling beam of light shot into the distance, illuminating the night sky in an instant, and the shockwave, with its unparalleled force, dispelled the dark clouds.

After the intense light and the deafening explosion subsided, the five Ringwraiths reappeared, falling below the Windy Peak.

Enveloped in black robes, their eyes glowing a dim, crimson light, the five Ringwraiths all looked toward the tower. Ruthless and taciturn, they vanished in a puff of black smoke, without even uttering a word like, "I will return."

A cold wind howled atop the tower, making Frodo and his companions shiver. Aragorn stared in disbelief. "Russell, when did you learn magic?"

"I don't know, I have amnesia!"