A Terrifying Chapter Title

The Witch-king of Angmar was a man of great ambition. After analyzing the pros and cons, he decided to recruit the Old Mountain Dragon that Russell had transformed into.

We're all on the same side. Even if we can't reach an agreement in one meeting, there will be opportunities to cooperate in the future.

As for the Orcs who died tragically, the Witch-King felt no pity. Mordor had an army that could be as large as he wanted, and with such a vast empire, he didn't care.

Gandalf, unaware of the Witch King's thoughts, saw him frozen in place, neither attacking nor speaking, and mistakenly assumed he had recognized Russell. He raised his staff, casting a blinding white light, and as the darkness dissipated, drew his sword, trapping the Witch King in the battle, preventing his escape.

"Old man, I'll spare your life today."

The Witch King spoke coldly, his scarlet eyes flashing, and a torrent of Black Sword Qi energy rolled down.

The light representing white dimmed instantly, Gandalf immediately felt a tremendous wind pressure blowing towards him. The dark torrent carried both corrosive and terrifying Magic Power, which frightened him so much that he hurriedly raised his sword and staff to block it.

With his sword and staff crossed in front of his chest, the black torrent pressed down on Gandalf, almost suffocating him. He staggered back two steps, and with a clang, the power of light burst forth, dispelling the darkness.

Looking up, I saw the Witch-king of Angmar transformed into a wisp of black smoke and flew swiftly towards the center of the battlefield.

"Oops!"

Gandalf's face twitched, burning with pain. He had just boasted to Russell that he would teach the Wizard King a lesson, and now, not long after, the Wizard King had escaped.

With a whistle, the Great Eagles descended from the sky, and Gandalf leaped onto it, chasing after the black smoke.

"How are we going to smooth things over? Russell isn't an honest man; it won't be easy to fool him..."

Gandalf, riding on the back of the Great Eagles, muttered to himself. As a mature Maiar, he quickly prepared his words and revealed a sage-like smile.

In the area of Pelennor Fields near the city walls, Russell rolled all the way to the end, crushing all the catapults. He shifted his position a couple of times, then changed direction and continued rolling.

Old Mountain Dragon is enormous and an easy target, but its defense is incredibly strong. Even when hit by cold weapons from Middle-earth, it doesn't leave a single mark.

In fact, Old Mountain Dragon doesn't use elemental breath attacks; its main source of damage is its massive size. It can't fly and lacks mobility, relying entirely on its indestructible shell to fight enemies. It's not a particularly powerful dragon species, and it would be easily defeated by Smaug.

The reason why it could rampage across the battlefield and mow down enemies was twofold: firstly, the legends of dragons in Middle-earth were too terrifying, and their appearance alone terrified the Orcs and made them lose all fighting spirit; secondly, the Orcs army lacked a hero-level combat force to support them, and even if many ants can kill an elephant, it still depends on the species of ants.

If Old Mountain Dragon were placed in the Third Age of Middle-earth, it would be a formidable weapon on the battlefield, a truly powerful boss. In the Second Age, it would be a slightly stronger boss, manageable with some effort.

In the First Age, he would be nothing more than a cannon fodder lizard, who would be killed by stray arrows if he was too slow.

Placed in the Twin Tree Period... uh, what is a small mountain dragon?

Russell was happily rolling around when suddenly a thick, chilling aura descended from the sky. He quickly rolled over and stood up. If he wasn't mistaken, it must be the monster hunters from the Orcs side arriving.

Black smoke landed and swirled, Witch-king of Angmar emerged from the hazy black mist, bowed slightly, and said very politely, "Powerful dragon, I greet you on behalf of my master."

Russell was a little confused. What was going on? Was this the usual pre-fight banter?

There was no response, but the Witch-King was unperturbed and continued, "My master Sauron, now the ruler of Mordor, was once Morgoth's lieutenant, so we are not enemies."

Russell blinked; the Witch King's words were a bit profound, and he didn't quite understand them.

"On behalf of my master, I extend an invitation to you to conquer Middle-earth together. After we succeed, you may choose any territory you wish to occupy, and gold and jewels will be laid out there."

After speaking, the Witch King looked up and met Russell's gaze, the meaning of which was clear: it was Russell's turn to express his opinion.

Without a second thought, Russell immediately stated his position, abruptly turning around. His massive tail scraped against the air, producing a hissing sound, and he lashed out like swatting a fly.

A strong gust of wind swept in, but the Witch King remained calm, raising his longsword to his side. The dark mist surged, transforming into a sturdy shield. With a loud bang, the shield shattered, turning back into black mist, and the whip's powerful strike ceased.

Russell: "..."

I can't beat them, I'm so panicked!

"Dragon, what are you doing?"

The sudden turn of events greatly angered the Witch King, and Russell launched an attack without hesitation, making his previous actions seem like those of a clown.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh————

The Great Eagles flapped its wings and flew in, abandoning Gandalf as before. Russell's gaze wandered as he followed the Great Eagles's figure and disappeared into the distance.

By the time he came to his senses, Gandalf and the Witch King had already started fighting. The two, one black and one white, were so powerfully illuminated that it was almost impossible to tell who was stronger.

Russell checked the countdown; the Old Mountain Dragon Character Card had only 50 seconds left. Nearly 10,000 Orcs were arrayed in the south. He wanted to completely overwhelm the camel, but he also knew that the Witch King would not stand idly by.

As for Gandalf, that old geezer is always a step behind, and he always has all sorts of high-sounding reasons. Expecting him to stop the Witch King is like expecting the Witch King to trip and fall on his own.

"System, use 'Skill Card: Steel Tail'."

[Skill Card: Steel Tail (Uses a hard tail to slam the opponent, sometimes lowering their defense)]

The Skill Card activated, Russell instantly understood it, as if he had practiced this move a thousand times. A fierce glint flashed in the dragon's eyes, and its enormous tail lashed out wildly forward as its body spun.

Gandalf was clashing with the Witch King's sword and staff, wrestling on the spot in an attempt to crush his opponent.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind swept in, and out of the corner of their eye, they caught sight of the giant tail hurtling towards them. Both of them felt a chill run down their spines, exchanged a glance, nodded, and simultaneously withdrew their hands to defend themselves.

One light and one dark, two colored light screens rose up!

Rumble!!

Golden light shone from its enormous tail, which sliced through the air and created a sonic boom cloud. It struck the two-colored light screen, instantly producing a tremendous, earth-shaking roar.

Time slowed down at this moment, and you could see the black and white light screens rippling like waves on water before dimming down together.

The light barrier was dented by the blow, Gandalf coughed up blood. The Witch King was also injured, and a layer of black mist around him was shaved off.

The next second, the light barrier shattered, and the remaining force of the giant tail struck the two of them, turning them into shooting stars and disappearing into the sky above the Pelennor Fields.

"Gandalf, that assist is on you!"

Russell gave a thumbs-up to the sky. As expected of a mature Maiar, he was sharp-minded and knew that Russell was about to unleash a powerful attack. He was willing to sacrifice himself to keep the Witch King in place.

With his worries resolved, Russell roared and charged toward the tens of thousands of Orcs on the south side of the plain.

He ran incredibly fast, and the Orcs hadn't run more than a few steps before he caught up with them from behind. With a leap, his massive body descended from the sky, crashing down on the army formation.

Roll around!