It Didn't Explode

Rumble!!!

Dark clouds loomed overhead, a chilling whirlwind swept by, and the torrential rain gradually subsided. In the muddy valley, trickles of water converged in the low-lying areas, submerging the underground channels.

Russell, standing on the water, fought fiercely with three Ringwraiths until the battle reached its climax. No one noticed that the raindrops were falling slower and slower, silently hovering in the low air.

In the flowing underground channels, the water flows to the low-lying areas and then comes to a standstill, as if gravity comes from the sky, and one drop after another slowly floats up.

Three Ringwraiths, two of whom entangled Russell, and one who swooped down on a dragon, used a magical longsword to freeze the water where Russell was standing into a block of ice.

Russell flipped and leaped, raindrops in front of him coalescing into a flat surface, which he stepped over, walking in mid-air as if on flat ground.

A waterspout rose up, blocking the dragon's path. Ringwraiths was about to swing his longsword to freeze it, he caught a glimpse of Russell flying through the air and hurriedly swung his chains, spurring the dragon high into the sky.

Although I don't know what Russell is up to, it's always better to stay far away!

A stream of water surged up, and Russell shot into the sky like a cannonball. As he passed the dragon, the Peerless Blade flashed and severed the dragon's left wing.

The latter let out a scream and spun as it plummeted from the sky.

The Ringwraiths raised his hand and patted the back of one of the dragons. His body floated up as if weightless and landed on the back of another dragon.

Russell stood on the water, watching the dragon fall to the ground. A slight smile appeared on his lips. He had finally obtained the ingredient he had been craving. It was time to bring this battle to a close.

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The two dragons circled around Russell, wanting to get closer but fearing that Russell would cut off their wings. The Ringwraiths had long harbored the intention to retreat, and now it was becoming increasingly obvious.

Moreover, the three Ringwraiths sensed the conspiracy, and Russell's attacks became unhurried and deliberate, unlike his initial aggressive approach.

The Ringwraiths would never believe that Russell lacked Magic Power; Russell's attacks were more like attempts to tempt them and buy them time.

Retreat!

The three Ringwraiths exchanged a glance, all sharing the same thought: hesitation would only lead to more trouble. They rode their dragons toward Isengard's army.

Rumble!!!

The water that had accumulated in the valley surged into the sky, gathering drop by drop, and the boiling waves rushed up to the top of the valley in one go, turning into a majestic wall of water.

The Ringwraiths felt a chill run down their spines as the wall of water ahead bent in the middle and roared as it crashed towards them.

The Ringwraiths dared not gamble with the dragon's life; the waves were so powerful that even if it didn't drown, it would be smashed into a pulp. It decisively turned and flew away, only to be met with another towering wave.

Russell drew all the rainwater from the valley, and the water wall compressed in mid-air, becoming thicker and thicker. However, it did not directly hit the dragon, but instead, like a pair of giant hands clasped together, it enveloped the dragon into a giant sphere.

Water surged on the surface of the sphere. The Ringwraiths pierced it with his sword, but the frozen frost was shattered by the high-speed water flow, with negligible effect, unless they could freeze the entire water sphere.

One of the Ringwraiths rode a decaying dragon into the water, but the dragon's head was instantly reduced to a skeleton by the high-speed current. The Ringwraiths leaped lightly to his two companions, and the three of them, riding on a dragon, with men on either side, made the scene quite crowded.

All three were kings in their previous lives, so they were used to this kind of thing. They looked at each other and discussed how to get out of there.

They are Immortal Body and unafraid of death, but the Mordor army has launched a full-scale attack on Gondor, with the Eye of Sauron aimed at the Gondor capital. If they resurrect on the spot, their strength will be slightly diminished; if they return to their birthplace, Mordor, to resurrect, it will affect the strategic deployment of Helm's Deep.

And so, it really became a dilemma!

Kind-hearted Russell didn't let the Ringwraiths worry too much. A gap appeared above the giant water sphere, and he floated in mid-air, his feet on the water.

The ominous premonition grew stronger, Ringwraiths decisively launched a charge, their three longswords crossed, unleashing a chilling aura that pierced to the bone.

Rumble!!

The intense light deterred the dragon from approaching, and the chilling aura was Oblivion by the lightning. The Ringwraiths sensed this and simultaneously looked up at the sky.

The rain had stopped outside, but the dark clouds had not dispersed. The Lightning Snake darted out from behind the darkness, unleashing a deafening roar as they struck Russell repeatedly.

Russell was enveloped in thick Lightning Magma, and the leaping flashes stirred up the surrounding air currents, with faint white Electric Arc visible as they drifted and dissipated.

Sensing the growing terrifying energy, the Ringwraiths could not approach and disperse it, so they could only release black mist for defense. In an instant, a bright light flashed and spread through the water sphere, illuminating the night sky as if it were daytime.

The Ringwraiths looked at the intact body in surprise, wondering why it hadn't exploded.

Immediately afterwards, they witnessed a chilling scene: all around was a vast expanse of white, blue eyes opened one by one, and hundreds of Silver-white Giant Wolf surrounded them from the black mist, leaving them no way out.

Ringwraiths: "..."

A blinding light flashed again, and then the Ringwraiths knew nothing more...

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—

A series of deafening explosions followed, accompanied by raging lightning and intense white light that filled the sky. The enormous white sphere expanded and grew, unable to contain the terrifying energy at its center, and exploded with a bang.

Rumble!!

The shimmering light swept outwards, illuminating the night once more, and the dark clouds in the sky dispersed.

Russell, walking on the water, had already dealt with the Ringwraiths —that was the first step. Next, he would deliver another blow to the Isengard Alliance.

The water surged up again, forming a tsunami-like wall of water. If this rainwater wasn't used today, most of it would disappear tomorrow. Russell, adhering to the principle that waste is shameful, waved his hand and gave it all to the orc army that had come from afar.

The valley trembled, the waves roared, and they surged down like a thousand horses galloping in silence, their momentum shaking the heavens!

"Unfortunately, the rain eventually subsided."

Russell landed gracefully, eager to return to Hornburg for a meal, regardless of the Orcs casualties. Suddenly, the image of the old man exchanging his shield for the wooden plank in the child's hand flashed through his mind. He instinctively stopped and thrust the Peerless Blade into the ground.

"Ugh, that damned old man, I wish you hadn't given it to him..."

At this point, Russell shook his head slightly, and without making any move, the babbling stream gradually condensed into a large hand, grabbed the flying dragon, and threw it next to the wall of Hornburg.

The dragon, having lost half its wing, suffered internal injuries from a fall from a great height and was then caught in the aftershocks of the thunderous explosion, barely clinging to life. With a squeeze and a shove from the giant hand, it immediately kicked its legs and died with its eyes wide open.

Russell plopped down on the Orcs's corpse, muttering to himself, "I'm just not ruthless enough, which is why I'm left out in the cold all night. I'm nowhere near as good as Gandalf in that respect!"

Hornburg!

Théoden sat atop the tower, watching the flying dragon appear beside the city wall, his face showing a puzzled expression.

"Legolas, what does Wizard Russell mean?"

Legolas swallowed hard and said succinctly, "Eat!"

Théoden: "..."

Excuse me, could you speak human language? I didn't understand what you just said in Elvish!