Wait for Death, There's No Saving You

Splash!

Russell walked towards the port, his feet treading the river water, and with each step, a deep, rumbling sound echoed throughout the entire river.

Ripples spread to a vast expanse, Anduin River awoke from its slumber. The river surged with towering waves, which, amidst thunderous roars, swirled upside down into the sky.

Unfortunately, the Anduin River is not a vast ocean, and its volume is far from sufficient to drive a massive flood that would inundate the Pelennor Fields.

Just like accumulating gas, Russell's big move still needs some time to prepare!

When Russell jumped off the ship, the Orcs guards along the harbor realized something was wrong. Suddenly, a black-robed figure appeared, looking much like the Ringwraiths who were their superiors. He didn't look like a good person at all.

Although they weren't exactly good people, it's safe to say that Russell was an enemy, not a friend.

"He dares to storm the port all by himself? Even a mage is arrogant. Archers, prepare to teach him a lesson." The Orcs leader laughed heartily and gave the order. Thirty archers nocked their bows and aimed at Russell.

The next second, the leader's laughter stopped abruptly, as if he had been choked. His mocking expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't utter a sound.

The water level in the area where the 50 sailboats were located dropped instantly, and the river water on both sides stirred up waves tens of meters high. The leader looked horrified. This huge wave was enough to kill his entire team!

"Run! Run!!"

The archers hastily fired their arrows, not caring whether they hit their targets, and then turned and ran. The fastest runner was the Orcs chieftain, who had covered ten meters almost as soon as the tide rose.

No wonder he's the leader and everyone else is just a foot soldier!

When Russell heard someone questioning his lack of knowledge about the word "death," he promptly responded.

With a single gesture, the wave instantly transformed into a surging wall of water, pressing forward and crashing down on the desperately fleeing Orcs.

Once again, it proved that two legs could not outrun a flood, and four wheels did not help either. The Orcs were instantly flattened by the waves and swept away to the bottom of the water.

On the sailboat, Aragorn and his two companions, who had witnessed this scene before, were not surprised. Russell's magic was very strong, and they had known this for a long time.

But I've never seen anything like it... For example, the warrior Herubal from Dunedain Warrior was riddled with holes.

Suddenly, he shouted, "Look, this is my older brother Russell. Back when I was still a newbie, he saved my life. I begged and pleaded with him to be my boss, and he only reluctantly agreed after much pleading."

Aragorn: It's too late!

Legolas: Just wait to die!

Gimli: Hopeless!

Rumble—

Russell raised his hand and recalled the waves, leaving behind more than ten Orcs corpses arranged in the shape of the word 'death', which he had written in Elvish.

I learned it in the treehouse of Rivendell and sought guidance from Aragorn when crossing the Misty Mountains. Although I can't communicate fluently in Elvish, I can speak some words better than anyone else when they are spoken individually.

He speaks words like "special skill," "practical," "powerful and long-lasting," "handsome," and "useless" with perfect pronunciation and clear articulation. Some people would believe he's been fluent in Elvish since childhood.

Russell learned Elvish without any particular purpose; it was purely a personal hobby. He believed that having more skills was never a bad thing, and learning made him happy!

Getting back to the main point, the Anduin River whipped up huge waves that stretched for several kilometers, reaching as high as the capital city fortress. Such a commotion was visible to anyone except a blind person.

The Orcs army on the grasslands fell into chaos. Faced with natural disaster, even the fearless Orcs were terrified.

The Witch-king of Angmar deflected Gandalf's staff with a single sword strike, let out a cold snort, and rode his Winged Dragon toward the Anduin River.

With a roar, the dragon was followed by eight more Ringwraiths. This scene was familiar to the Ringwraiths; during the Battle of Helm's Deep, the 30,000-strong army of Isengard had been ravaged by floods.

"That's Russell ... Aragorn has arrived..."

Gandalf narrowed his eyes, no longer bothering to conceal his abilities, raised his hand and whistled, and a Great Eagles flew over from the cliff behind the capital.

He bent his knees slightly, leaving two deep footprints on the spot, and shot into the sky like a cannonball. He was caught by the Great Eagles and chased after the Ringwraiths ahead at an extremely fast speed.

Above the Anduin River, the tides surged, one wave after another, each higher than the last.

All the river water in the distance was diverted here, and 50 sailboats fell into the riverbed. The water volume was a bit less, but Russell, standing on the crest of the wave, noticed the Ringwraiths' attack. Fearing that things might change if he was too late, he urged the giant wolf, which was like a tsunami, to crush the plain.

The houses in the port were swallowed up in an instant, leaving nothing but barren land, a completely different place from before. The horror of the flood lies in its impact; nothing can stop its advance.

Crush them!

A complete rout!!

The turbid waves surged to the sky, stretching into a white line from the distance. The destructive impact crushed all obstacles in its path, and the waves continued to surge forward.

An immeasurable force swept in, creating a deafening roar as it rubbed against the air, like a thousand troops and horses, shaking the heavens.

Behind the Orcs army, facing the world-ending flood, were the Haradrim, whose proud Elephant Corps appeared exceptionally small at this moment.

The shadow of death loomed over them, and the Haradrim froze in place. They had given up on escaping; the vast plain had no high ground, and there was nowhere to run.

Russell stood on the crest of a wave, less than a hundred meters from the dragon ahead, its Ringwraiths eyes able to see it clearly. With a wave of his hand, he created a massive surge of water on either side, transforming it into a colossal hand that slammed down upon the Ringwraiths.

Clang!

Nine sharp sword cries pierced Russell's eardrums, and he watched in astonishment as the Ringwraiths rode their dragons into the towering waves.

"I know you're not afraid of death, but it doesn't have to come to the point of suicide..."

Although Russell said this, he was on high alert. His intuition told him that the Ringwraiths had not committed suicide.

The next second, the temperature in the air plummeted, and Russell couldn't help but shiver, noticing that the torrent's forward speed had slowed down.

It's frozen solid!

The chill spread, and the torrent beneath Russell's feet slowed down. Visible frost spread from the location of the Ringwraiths, and within a few breaths, most of the water was frozen into ice.

The crisp snapping sound rang out as the iceberg, unable to withstand the force of the sudden stop, broke in half and crashed onto the plain with a deafening roar.

The freezing was too fast, Russell, seeing that he couldn't stop it, gritted his teeth and did a lizard tail-cutting maneuver, abandoning the frozen water flow and splitting a stream to continue charging forward.

At least...

We must kill the Haradrim's Elephant Corps. These behemoths are too lethal; leaving them unattended will definitely cause heavy casualties on our side.

Russell's decisiveness ensured that his long-prepared ultimate move did not fail; the parted waters escaped being frozen and swept unstoppably towards the Elephant Corps.

Boom! Rumble—

A thunderous roar followed, and the relentless floodwaters engulfed everything...