You Maiar Sure Put On a Lot of Acts

Gandalf, with a strange expression, held the Crystal in his hand and looked directly into Sauron's empty eyes. He felt a shiver run through him; he could sense Sauron's mockery and sarcasm.

Forcibly suppressing his unease, Gandalf raised his staff, activated the Illumination Spell, and approached the Bone Dragon step by step.

"Chirp chirp—"

A dark curtain descended from the distant sky, Gandalf was overjoyed. The Great Eagles had come to their aid, which was a good omen. To prevent Sauron from attacking the Great Eagles with his Bone Dragon, he launched a preemptive attack.

The Crystal pressed against the staff, Gandalf raised his hands high in front of him, his voice like thunder, his whole body radiating boundless light, his face solemn and exuding an unstoppable majesty.

"Sauron, you scoundrel of darkness, your magic will be stripped away! Your spirit will disintegrate! Return to the Void, that is where you belong!"

At this moment, Gandalf shone brightly, but the light was directed only at the darkness. The Orcs army of Mordor howled in agony, and the steel on the walls of the Black Gate crumbled inch by inch. Meanwhile, the human alliance recovered their strength under the light.

Thousands of Great Eagles descended, each carrying two soldiers in its talons, and lifted them high into the air. Under the cover of light, the Mordor soldiers' eyes were burned, making it impossible for them to open them and thus impossible for them to resist the Great Eagles.

Russell tossed Frodo onto the Great Eagles's back, refusing to leave with it. Gazing at the Great Eagles's majestic wingspan, he swallowed hard.

"So many fat birds are not a good thing for the ecosystem of Middle-earth..."

Whoosh!

Sixth Sense alerted him to a deadly crisis. Russell dodged the falling object and looked down to see a longsword covered in elven runes stuck straight in the spot where he had just been standing.

He recognized the sword; it was the Holy Sword "Flame of the West," reforged for him by Aragorn's foster father and father-in-law, Elrond, the sword of the King of Men who had once severed the One Ring.

"Russell, I entrust the 'Flame of the West' to you. You must return alive. I await your triumphant return in Minas Tirith— "

Damn it, you still made it back alive? You almost killed me!

Russell, his face full of black lines, pulled out the Holy Sword, infused it with Magic Power, and the sword immediately shone with a dazzling light.

On the other side, Gandalf is bathed in infinite light, colliding with the darkness represented by Sauron. Light and darkness contend with each other, clearly separated along the dividing line.

After the combined forces of the two nations were taken away by the Great Eagles, the balance of power was disrupted. Light broke the deadlock and gradually suppressed darkness. At the point where the two forces clashed most fiercely, energy Oblivion, creating black and white arcs of Electric Arc.

These Electric Arc were merely similar in shape, not real lightning. They twisted and spread, tearing cracks in the void. The Black Gate Fortress collapsed beneath these cracks, two towers snapped, fissures spread across the ground, and the Orcs legion howled as it plunged into the abyss.

"Sauron, your ambitions will be shattered once again!"

Gandalf pressed his advantage, and the light burst forth, crushing the darkness in one fell swoop.

"Hehehe, Oroin, you've grown quite a bit, but that's all."

Lord Sauron, sat high on his Iron Throne, the black mist surrounding him dispelled by the light. Yet, he slowly drew his sword, saying, "Too weak. To deal with you... I don't even need to lift a finger."

"Roar roar roar————"

The Bone Dragon flapped its wings and roared, raising a thick curtain of darkness that forcefully pushed back the power of light.

"How is that possible!?"

Gandalf stumbled, his eyes filled with disbelief. The darkness had so easily repelled the light... no, it was the soul residing in the skull of the Bone Dragon that knew the power of the light inside and out.

"Saruman!"

Gandalf blurted out the name he had in mind.

"Gandalf the Grey Robe, how have you been!" The Bone Dragon's empty eye sockets glowed red, and its jaw moved, emitting a stiff voice.

"Saruman, how could you have fallen so low? I thought you and Sauron were just cooperating, but I never imagined you'd become his lackey." Gandalf lamented, though whether it was truly true was hard to say.

"I'm willing to pay any price to avenge you," Saruman said viciously.

"So that's how it is. You modified Smaug's body..."

"That's right, but I didn't expect you to actually push me to this point." Saruman grinned maliciously, flapped his wings to knock Gandalf down, and opened his mouth to bite him.

Russell charged forward with his Holy Sword upside down. Gandalf was fighting two opponents alone. If he didn't go to help, he would be hammered to death.

However, the next second, Saruman's huge mouth suddenly closed, Gandalf took the opportunity to leap up, rushing from the dragon's head straight for the Iron Throne. Using his staff as a sword, he unleashed a devastating earth-shattering slash that sent the stunned Sauron flying.

Saruman spread his wings and flew high, carrying Gandalf and Sauron to face each other.

Russell: "..."

Sauron: "..."

What's going on? Why did they suddenly turn against me?

"Could it be that Saruman is an undercover agent who infiltrated the enemy ranks and had planned this all along with Gandalf?"

Russell shook his head repeatedly after speaking. He was there during the Battle of Isengard, and the two old men were so angry with each other that they wanted to kill each other. It was definitely not just acting.

"Saruman, I am very pleased to see that you have reformed."

Gandalf smiled and gave him a look, saying, "Don't think that by switching sides today you can win the favor of the big boss. The big mistake you've made won't be so easy to clear up."

"What does it mean to repent and reform? I, Saruman the White, have never forgotten my mission!"

Saruman said righteously, "I don't know what you're talking about. I am loyal to the big leader and have never had any disloyalty. All my previous actions were just a ruse."

Gandalf: Bah, you shameless bastard, you'll never get away with this!

Saruman: Hmph, we'll see!

Russell: (_)

Damn, you Maiar are really dramatic!

Looking at the scene before him, Russell felt he would never be pure again. Damn it, those white-robed mages were all wearing black underwear underneath.

"Saruman, I never expected you to make such a choice. It's truly unexpected..."

Sauron pulled his head out of the ground, wiped the mud off the seams of his mask and eye patch, and held his longsword horizontally in front of his chest, transforming back into a cool boss.

Russell: "..."

Exhausted and not wanting to say much, he took a running start, grabbed the Adamantium Blade in one hand and the Flame of the West Holy Sword in the other, and jumped onto the back of the Bone Dragon.

With three against one, the chances of winning are very high!

"Roar roar roar————"

Saruman flapped his wings, creating a fierce wind that dispersed the black mist surrounding Sauron, while Gandalf continued to unleash his power of light. Together, the two forced Sauron to retreat step by step.

Russell stood behind watching as the three Maiar fought amongst themselves. If he joined in, he would definitely get crushed, but he couldn't just watch and pick off the kills, so he decided to do something.

Unfortunately, his skills were all aboveboard and honest, so he couldn't find any tricks to shoot from the shadows. He flipped through his Skill Card and decisively threw one out.

[Skill Card: Bad Luck (Just use it as a curse)]

"One is influenced by one's surroundings; I wasn't like that before!"