Leave the Ingredients Behind

The lightning was absorbed by the Ringwraiths's lance. Russell didn't care. Let him strike again if he dared. If he even flinched, he wasn't a coward!

Russell made up his mind to focus on his Maze project and wait until the Character Card expired before he could prepare the ingredients.

In the sky, a three-headed Winged Dragon circled and roared, challenging Russell. Seeing that he remained unmoved, the leader of the Ringwraiths' eyes flashed with red light.

The first phalanx, which had stabilized slightly, began to show signs of chaos again. The Ringwraiths knew that if they continued to let Russell kill, they might completely destroy the morale of the 30,000-strong army.

Each Ringwraiths is an outstanding king in human history, with his own insights into leading armies in battle, and he deeply understands the importance of morale.

They did not rashly attack Russell; a dive-and-fight would have only resulted in heavy casualties among the Orcs and hastened the legion's collapse.

Nor did the foolish couple unleash the lightning from their lances to attack Russell, whose physique was far beyond that of ordinary people; the lightning would instead become his power, a fact witnessed by the Ringwraiths.

So the three Ringwraiths lined up in formation, riding their dragons and roaring to attract Russell's attention, while their three lances were raised high, pointing directly at Hornburg not far away.

Russell's purpose in Carnage Orcs was to use offense as a form of defense, protecting the crumbling Hornburg.

Since you insist on defending the city, then we will attack it!

The Ringwraiths were convinced that this decisive move would force Russell to abandon the Carnage of Orcs and instead fight them.

At that time, the three Ringwraiths will hold off Russell, and the Isengard alliance will capture Hornburg. The strategic objective will be achieved, and victory in this battle will be certain!

However, Russell, seeing the Ringwraiths' actions, raised a middle finger in respect, ignored them, and quickened his pace in slaughtering the Orcs.

Death Aura swept across the valley like a blackboard eraser, reaping the Orcs row by row.

"Roar roar roar————"

The Ringwraiths were enraged and brandished their lances, unleashing a thunderous roar as thousands of bolts of lightning surged forth, transforming into three beams of light that shot directly towards Hornburg.

The scene was incredibly powerful; a blinding light tore through the sky, the storm paused for a moment, and the deafening roar seemed to shatter Hornburg into pieces.

Then, the lightning took a detour and struck Russell.

Puff!

Russell shuddered and shivered.

Ringwraiths: "..."

[Lightning Rod (When an enemy uses a lightning-attribute attack, whether it's a single-target or area-of-effect attack, the target will automatically change to you, the user of this skill)]

"Snort!"

Russell didn't even turn his head, just raised his middle finger, stepped on the flowing water, and carried out the killing in an orderly fashion. The Orcs also organized a counterattack, but dared not approach Russell, so they retaliated with arrows.

Unfortunately, Russell was petty. He swung his Adamantium Blade with such force that it deflected the arrows. He would run in the direction of whoever was shooting at him, scaring the Orcs into crying for their parents.

Later, whenever someone raised a bow and arrow, Russell was stabbed to death by his comrades without even lifting a finger.

After the stab, everyone around said it was a good move!

"Roar roar roar————"

The three Ringwraiths tried twice more, but the lightning failed to hit Hornburg. They guessed that Russell had cast a spell, controlling Winged Dragon to charge at him.

At this point, the Ringwraiths didn't care about anything else; even if the Orcs died at their hands, it would be better than being slaughtered by Russell.

Rumble!!

A loud splash erupted amidst the water, and the water surged around Russell, forming a waterspout that twisted and blocked the dragon's path.

The Ringwraiths swung his longsword, its blade gleaming with cold light, freezing a section of the water curtain in front of him into ice.

The power of the trident on land is ultimately no match for that of the sea. Although there are storms and rain, the amount of water is too small. If it were the vast ocean, Russell could drown 30,000 Isengard's troops with a wave of his hand.

However, Russell's goal wasn't to stop the Ringwraiths, but to force them to unleash their full power, thus hastening the Orcs deaths. With the Character Card countdown nearing its end, the Ringwraiths' power would be indispensable for inflicting further mass casualties.

The dragon broke through the water curtain, spewing black poisonous mist that heavily enveloped Russell's location. The water curtain rolled up to block the dragon's breath, while the surrounding Orcs clutched their necks and collapsed in pain.

A dragon circled around, skimming low over the Orcs position, flapping its wings to knock away Orcs blocking its path, and then opened its blood-red maw to bite down on Russell.

Upon entering the 15-meter Death Radius, the dragon immediately cried out in agony. The beast, corrupted by darkness, lasted only three seconds before dying.

The Ringwraiths raised his hand and placed it on the dragon's body. A surge of powerful black Magic Power flowed in, and the dragon was instantly 'resurrected'. Its flesh and blood were torn away, and it stared with its dark eyes, biting at Russell.

Rumble!!

The Silver-white Giant Wolf charged forward, colliding with the dragon's massive head. Lightning flashed and spread throughout the dragon's entire body.

The Ringwraiths pierced the dragon's body with his sword, absorbed the lightning and channeled it into his lance, continuing to ride the battered dragon into battle.

A giant hand formed from a curtain of water rose up, swatting at the dragon and its Ringwraith like a fly Ringwraiths them to the ground. The valley trembled violently, and the spiderweb-like cracks in the ground spread, filling the Orcs with even greater terror.

Russell was secretly annoyed. He slapped the dragon, but this also stopped him from chasing the Orcs. Moreover, and most importantly, the dragon was corrupted beyond recognition by Dark Sorcery, its body covered in rotting flesh and reeking of foul odor; it was probably inedible.

"Roar roar roar————"

The remaining two dragons attacked from the left and right. Fearing that these two dragons would also turn into monsters, Russell created a wall of water to push them away. At the same time, the countdown on the Character Card reached zero.

Click! Click-clack—

The water wall froze into an ice wall, Ringwraiths rode their dragons over it, their two lances, each over 4 meters long, thrusting straight into Russell's vital chest.

Bite!

The Adamantium Blade and the Peerless Blade blocked the two lances respectively. Russell was knocked back by the exaggerated force, but at the moment of collision, he also cut off the tip of the lance.

Although you can Deadman even without a spearhead, what limits Russell's output is the magic attached to the lance. Once the spearhead is broken, his Lightning Rod physique will allow him to dominate the entire field again!

Rumble!!

Russell soared into the sky on the water, followed closely by the three-headed dragon, which unleashed a furious barrage of lightning.

Electricity darted and sparks flew, some hitting Russell, some hitting Russell, and some hitting Russell.

Russell: "..."

Ringwraiths: "..."

Four black-robed figures clashed in the sky, while the garrison of Hornburg beat drums and shouted, and the Isengard coalition slowly retreated. They could accept death, but they could not accept dying without knowing why.

Simply put, they were terrified of the Death Radius!

The Orcs army, leaving behind countless corpses, steadily retreated. The Ringwraiths, having achieved their strategic objective and unable to overcome Russell's formidable challenge, were also preparing to withdraw.

Russell watched this unfold, a cold smile playing on his lips. He wasn't some kind of nobody who could come and go as he pleased. He had to leave something behind today.

As the storm subsided, Russell knew he had done enough of his posturing and it was time to bring it to a perfect close!