I Really Didn't Want to Cook the Great Eagles in One Pot

The relentless flood submerged everything, and Harad's soldiers were swallowed up like ants. Subsequent waves swept them away, and no one knew where they were taken.

The giant elephant was just a large ant in front of the flood. Because of its huge body, it was under greater pressure and collapsed to the ground with a crash, suffering serious injuries.

Tens of thousands of Haradrim were swept away by the torrent in an instant. Those who were still alive were even more unfortunate. Frost attacked from behind the water flow, freezing the Orcs line solid. The flood Fabo the orc legion, but it did freeze these unfortunate Haradrim into fleshy popsicles.

The torrent abruptly stopped, but the broken ice blocks continued their momentum, crashing down on the Orcs legion and causing numerous casualties.

Click! Click-clack—

The sound of the ice cracking was unusual. Russell turned to look to his side and saw nine figures, all dressed in black, crawling out from under the ice several hundred meters away.

Ringwraiths!

Russell clenched his fists loosely, holding the Adamantium Blade. Without his flying pet, the Ringwraiths were no longer a threat due to their loss of powerful mobility.

The first time Russell encountered the Ringwraiths, he used lightning to defeat them; the second time, the Ringwraiths came prepared, and lightning could hardly harm them, because that day the heavens smiled upon them with a torrential downpour, which Russell used to create a flood to easily defeat them; this is the third time, and the Ringwraiths have once again Ringwraiths the trident's ability to control water. These persistent ghosts have narrowed their path...

Russell squinted, his appearance mirroring that of the person opposite him. The Ringwraiths might have endless tricks up their sleeves, but they weren't the shameless Maiar. He was confident that he could outmatch the Ringwraiths in terms of combat strength, and even if all nine of them attacked him together, he wouldn't be a threat.

The system rated him as Close Combat Master and Master Swordsman. Russell was full of confidence. To be modest, his combat strength was just a fingertip's width more than the Ringwraiths.

"Humanity, your end has come!"

"Hehe, many people say that..."

Russell sneered, raised his longsword upside down, and charged toward the Ringwraiths. He refused to believe that if he killed these guys one by one, their combat power would still increase the next time they met.

Clang!

Swords clashed, the Adamantium Blade clanged... but failed to cut the longsword in the Ringwraiths's hand. These guys had learned their lesson, so they cast spells to strengthen their longswords.

The weapons were enhanced, but they themselves could not be enhanced. The Ringwraiths was forced back by Russell's power, and then kicked high into the air by a flying kick.

Three Ringwraiths attacked from behind, their swords burning with demonic flames, and slashed heavily down at his back.

Russell steadied himself and raised his longsword to block the three swords. At that moment, a Ringwraiths rushed from the left, his frost-covered sword aimed straight at his ribs.

"Snort!"

Russell snorted coldly, his left hand clenched into a fist, the Desert Eagle in his hand, and a high-intensity Mana Bullet slammed into the Ringwraiths's face, sending him flying backward.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—

The Desert Eagle switched to a high-penetration, rapid-fire version, and with a wave of its hand, it forced the three Ringwraiths in front of it to retreat step by step.

With the cooldown time almost up, I switched back to Destruction mode and fired another shot, blowing the head off a Ringwraiths that was sneaking up on me from behind.

In just a few breaths, Russell had easily defeated six Ringwraiths, greatly angering the Witch-king of Angmar, who personally drew his sword and charged forward, and then...

He was hit in the face by a high-powered bullet and then retreated to his original position.

"With such meager skills, you dare to say my doomsday is here? Where is your face..." Russell sneered disdainfully, holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, his gaze sweeping over the Ringwraiths, finally meeting the Witch-king of Angmar: "Sorry, I misspoke. Seeing you all hiding your true forms, not daring to show your faces, you probably know your place and know you can't face anyone."

Ringwraiths: Aren't you also hiding your form and not showing your face?

"Chirp chirp—"

A thunderous cry of an eagle rang out, and the Great Eagles flapped its wings and swooped down, stirring up a gale that forced the Ringwraiths back. Gandalf leaped down and stood beside Russell.

Gandalf raised his staff, and as always, began with Illumination Spell. With his longsword in hand, his expression was grave. "Russell," he said, "Next time you cast a spell, consult with me beforehand, lest you be attacked by the Ringwraiths... Hmm, what are you looking at?"

Russell quickly averted his gaze from the Great Eagles, swallowed hard, and said, "It's nothing, I didn't mean to boil the Great Eagles in one pot! Really!"

Gandalf, looking constipated, said with a stern face, "I believe you!"

"Yes, I won't let you down."

Continuing this topic could easily lead to a breakdown in the discussion, or even escalate into a physical altercation, so Gandalf changed the subject and asked, "How is things going with Aragorn? Is everything alright?"

Russell said, "It went very smoothly. The pirates were wiped out, and a thousand reinforcements were in place, but the situation on the field was unfavorable, so I didn't send them to their deaths."

"You did the right thing. Now is not the time for them to show up."

Russell sighed, "I had planned a grand ceremony for Aragorn, a true return of the king, but as you can see, the Ringwraiths messed things up and ruined the entrance ceremony I had arranged."

"It's alright, the two of us will work together to leave the Ringwraiths here."

Russell's eyes lit up as he understood Gandalf's meaning. In front of the Ringwraiths, he asked, "Gandalf, can you kill them completely without them being resurrected?"

Gandalf brandished the longsword in his hand. "This sword can break the Ringwraiths' curse of immortality. It was used during the War of Angmar."

The War of Angmar?

It was another unfamiliar term, clearly related to the Witch-king of Angmar. Russell didn't ask any further questions; since Gandalf had given his assurance, he was certain he could kill the Ringwraiths.

This old man is mature in every way, especially concerned about his image, and he won't boast nonsense.

Opposite them, nine Ringwraiths stood in a row. They had heard Gandalf's words. People who have lived a long time are most afraid of death. They hesitated to approach, wary of the magic on their swords.

"Ringwraiths, your end is nigh!" (Smugly emoji x2)

"Arrogance! It's just a sword. The power of the One Ring is beyond your comprehension."

The words spoken before were returned verbatim, enraging the Witch-king of Angmar, whose scarlet eyes seemed to drip blood.

Suddenly, the eight Ringwraiths beside him trembled, and invisible energy flowed from their bodies, rushing into his body. Deprived of this power, the eight Ringwraiths instantly collapsed, leaving only their black robes standing in place.

"Holy crap, Ringwraiths can merge?"

This happened so fast that Russell and Gandalf had barely reacted when the nine Ringwraiths successfully merged.

With the power of all nine rings gathered, the Witch-king of Angmar's aura surged, and thick black mist swirled around him. With a wave of his hand, a powerful wind pressure swept across the area.

"Hehehehe—"

A sinister laugh emanated from beneath the shadowy Cloak, and a vast, dark power swept across the area. The Witch-king of Angmar raised his hand and pointed, sending a wisp of death descending.

"Careful!"

Gandalf roared and stood in front of Russell. His Illumination Spell met the Death Aura. The two energies were clearly distinct, half light and half darkness, and in the end, they both dissipated Oblivion without a trace.

Russell thought to himself that it was a close call; the Witch-king of Angmar's strength had increased dramatically, and he couldn't have withstood that attack just now.

Gandalf's expression turned grave. "Russell, give it your all. Stop stalling. I can sense the terrifying power within him."

Russell: Bah! It was you who was slacking off the whole time!

"Your time to die has come..."

The Witch-king of Angmar said coldly, brandishing his longsword and instantly rushing in front of Gandalf. The violent dark power dispelled the light, and he swept his longsword horizontally, aiming for Gandalf's neck.

Without a second thought, Gandalf rolled over and perfectly avoided the fatal blow.

Russell: "..."