Do Not Harbor the Intent to Harm Others

Gandalf perfectly dodged the fatal blow, but the consequence was that he betrayed Russell. Seeing the longsword sweeping towards him, he hurriedly raised his Adamantium Blade to defend himself.

Bite!

The two swords clashed, sparks flew, and a violent force crashed down like a mountain collapsing. Russell tried to defend himself with both hands but could not withstand it and was sent flying by the Witch-king of Angmar's sword.

Boom!

He flew a long way like a cannonball, Russell into shattered ice and spitting out a mouthful of blood. His arm went numb and lost all feeling, his ribs were broken, and his internal organs felt like they were on fire. He circulated Magic Power throughout his body, and his injuries slowly began to heal.

Russell, Russell was holding back his anger, blurted out, "Damn it, Gandalf, you tricked me?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another cannonball whistled through the air, and Gandalf flew backward, crashing into Russell.

Russell: "..."

After taking that hit, Russell rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that once he recovered, he would join forces with the Ringwraiths to kill Gandalf.

"Russell, are you alright? Thank you for catching me!" Gandalf rolled over and got up, his eyes full of gratitude.

Russell: Which eye of yours saw me catch you?

"I was careless. I didn't expect the Witch-king of Angmar to become so powerful after gathering the power of the Nine Rings. If I had known the consequences would be dire, I shouldn't have let him go at the capital city walls."

Gandalf felt some regret. In his play, the Witch-king of Angmar, as the head of the Nine Commandments and a once-renowned human king, should have been executed by humans to bring about a proper end.

To this end, he even prepared a longsword to break the curse of immortality, which shows how much effort he put into it.

Russell, not wanting to listen to Gandalf's rambling, went straight to the point. "I'll just ask you one question: who is more powerful, the current Witch-king of Angmar or you?"

"Of course I'm better!" Gandalf stroked his beard, looking every bit the hermit, more like a hermit than the old man playing chess in the park.

"Then he's yours. I'll continue preparing for Aragorn's entrance ceremony." Having recovered from his injuries, Russell climbed out of the shattered ice, not wanting to stay by Gandalf's side any longer, fearing he might be tricked into death.

Gandalf was stunned by what he heard and grabbed Russell's sleeve. "The Witch-king of Angmar is nearing the end, but his strength should not be underestimated. Sauron is eyeing Mordor covetously. I cannot risk getting injured and dueling the Witch-king of Angmar."

This sounded familiar. Russell thought for a moment and realized, "Damn it, Gandalf used the same excuse when he fought Saruman."

"In this battle, I will lead the attack and draw the Witch-king of Angmar's attention. You will deliver the fatal blow," Gandalf said, handing Russell the longsword that had broken the curse of immortality.

Gandalf wasn't being cowardly; he was strictly following the script to play the role of a spiritual mentor. Russell was a human, so it was fitting that the Witch-king of Angmar died at his hands.

"No, I can't kill the Witch King."

Russell pushed the sword back into Gandalf's hand and began to analyze the situation logically. "There is a prophecy about the Witch-king of Angmar that he cannot be killed by a 'man.' I am both a man and a human, so I do not meet the conditions of the prophecy."

Indeed, there is such a prophecy. During the War of Angmar a thousand years ago, an elven leader said: The Witch King will not be killed by humans.

Gandalf was a bit dumbfounded and hurriedly pushed the longsword back. "Prophecy also depends on the situation. The prophecy of the Witch-king of Angmar said that he was powerful, not that he was really invincible."

Russell pushed the sword back. "I think the prophecy is very reliable. The fact that you hold the sword that breaks the curse of immortality is the strongest evidence that the prophecy is about to come true."

"Why?" Gandalf was a little confused.

"The prophecy says that the Witch King will not die at the hands of a man or a human. Gandalf, you are a Maiar, Maiar have no gender..." Russell said, patting Gandalf on the shoulder and pressing his hand down to grip the sword tightly. "You are neither human nor a man. You will deliver the fatal blow. The Witch King is doomed."

"..."

Gandalf knew that Russell was using this as an opportunity to insult him, but he couldn't retaliate. Maiar was indeed not human and had no gender.

"It's settled then. The Witch King is yours, and the Orcs army below is mine."

Before Gandalf could respond, Russell turned and ran after he finished speaking. He had only taken two steps when his Sixth Sense alerted him to a deadly crisis.

The Witch King appeared beside Russell at some unknown time, his sword shrouded in black mist, sweeping across with immense force. A glint flashed in Russell's eyes; this attack was too powerful to withstand head-on, so he immediately dodged it with a lazy roll.

"Ah!!"

This time, Gandalf was caught off guard and was sent flying by a sword strike.

What goes around comes around; no one escapes the wrath of Heaven!

Russell stood up, sighing repeatedly, saying that one should not harbor malicious intentions, otherwise one will suffer the same retribution as Gandalf.

"Get out of the way, don't get in my way."

The Witch King Cairo with a single sword strike, unleashing a deathly aura that sent him flying, and began his pursuit of Gandalf.

The Witch King believed it!

He heard Russell's analysis of the prophecy, which was logical, well-founded, and convincing, and concluded that Gandalf would become the greatest threat in his life.

When it came to his own life, the Witch King fought with extraordinary ferocity, displaying a determination to fight to the death.

Gandalf also used all his skills and fought the Witch-King to a standstill. He did not force Russell to stay and help him. The mature Maiar saw through it all and knew that Russell staying would only harm him.

The two were having a great time fighting. Russell glanced at them, realizing he was still a long way from being a true magician. Intervening would only bring him humiliation, so he decisively ran away to bully the minions.

A stream beckoned from afar, and Russell landed on the splashing water, gazing at the Pelennor Fields. Dark magic condensed into persistent clouds in the sky, and the Orcs army on the ground stretched as far as the eye could see. Even if he fought alone, he wouldn't be able to kill them all by next year.

"I promised to give Aragorn a grand spectacle, am I supposed to go back on my word? That wouldn't be right!"

[Bite]

[The host has come into contact with the plot character, the Orcs Clan C, triggering Lottery Draw. Do you wish to draw now?]

Upon hearing the system notification, Russell's lips curled into a smile. He was a person with a system; nothing was impossible for him.

If you can't beat them, just use cheats, and then you can have a blast!

"System, use 'Character Card: Old Mountain Dragon' to overwrite the skin!"

[Host equipped with 'Character Card: Old Mountain Dragon', confirming overwrite of character skin, countdown 260 seconds, start timer]

"Roar roar roar—"

Beneath the iceberg at the edge of the plain, a resounding dragon's roar soared into the sky, causing the dark clouds to churn violently.

A colossal creature slowly rose to its feet, its long tail sweeping out a dense network of cracks over ten meters long, which shattered the solid iceberg. Another sweep of its tail then reduced the iceberg to ruins.

The dragon, as large as a small mountain, stood upright, its two hind legs stomping on the ground. Its terrifying power made the earth tremble. With a roar, the Pelennor Fields fell silent in an instant.