Fight If You Can, Run If You Can't
Ancalagon, the world's first winged dragon and the undisputed strongest dragon, reigned supreme over all other dragons, crushing all who dared to challenge him. Yet today, he was utterly humiliated by a black dragon he had never seen before.
Beyond shock, there was even more anger and humiliation!
Even though Ancalagon's soul had dissipated, his remaining will could not tolerate such humiliation; he would rather die than accept it...
Cough cough, Ancalagon barely survived two heavy blows before sweeping his long tail to knock Russell away.
He rolled twice on the ground, got up, and met Russell's fierce dragon eyes. Their eyes met, both radiating brutal killing intent.
Two evil dragons!
Ancalagon roared angrily, spewing flames that stirred up a sea of fire, the scorching heat burning the rocks and altering the terrain, turning the valley into a lava lake.
Flames soared into the sky, but Russell, transformed into the black dragon Níðhöggr, disregarded them, flapping his wings to scatter the surrounding scorching currents. Boundless black mist surged from the dragon's body, carrying negative emotions, once again altering the map and turning the valley into a desolate death zone.
This dark area, stretching for several kilometers, is enough to drive any creature that dares to enter it mad, until it is forever plunged into darkness and unable to find peace.
Not to be outdone, Ancalagon unleashed their full power, launching increasingly massive attacks that went so far as to cleave the Ash Mountains in half, creating a no-man's-land.
In the east, black fog surged like a tide, desolate and lifeless; in the west, flames soared into the sky, scorching hot enough to make survival impossible.
The two dragons grew increasingly annoyed with each other, their eyes widening until they were bloodshot. Ancalagon couldn't take it anymore and admitted that Russell's eyes were bigger than his.
"Roar roar roar————"
The standoff ended, and Kara flapped its wings and roared to the sky, its terrifying killing intent boiling and surging. Its body slightly arched, and it suddenly sprang up. It continued to flap its wings to accelerate, clamping Russell's wings and pushing him toward a distant mountain peak.
Along the flight path of the two evil dragons, the mountains were crushed by an invisible pressure, leaving a long ravine. Any object that stood in their way, regardless of size or sturdiness, was instantly disintegrated and destroyed.
Boom!!
Two colossal dragons crashed into the mountain peak, unleashing a devastating force that snapped the mountain in two, starting from its mid-slope. The aftershocks swept through, shattering the surrounding forest and tearing away layers of earth.
Russell, in his Níðhöggr form, was tough and resilient, and even after being hit hard, he only suffered minor injuries. His Steel Tail once again proved its worth, slapping Ancalagon to the ground.
The black dragon's eyes narrowed into vertical lines. Russell pressed Ancalagon to the ground, his dragon claws rising and falling repeatedly, shattering the thorns on the back of Ancalagon's neck.
Immediately afterwards, its gaping maw snapped open and lunged fiercely at Ancalagon.
The sharp teeth instantly sliced through the dragon scales and pierced deep into Ancalagon's neck, spraying hot blood and causing him to roar repeatedly in anger.
Níðhöggr is a Poison Dragon that roams the land of Nibelungen, a land of death, and is skilled in creating fear, chaos, and tormenting living beings.
The dragon's tooth, carrying deadly poison, was injected into Ancalagon's body. The Venom flowed through his blood vessels, surging into every part of his body via his heart. The corrosive toxin was incredibly potent; even though Ancalagon had been dead for thousands of years, his remaining will was tormented by the pain, causing him to howl and scream in agony, on the verge of collapse.
Seeing that things were going badly and that the body he was inhabiting was about to be destroyed, Sauron hurriedly took back control, flapped his dragon wings to push Russell away, and didn't care even though a large chunk of flesh was torn off his neck.
"Roar roar roar————"
A roar echoed in Russell's ears, making him dizzy. Sauron, controlling Ancalagon, splattered Russell's face with a burst of fiery dragon breath, then flapped his wings and took flight, decisively fleeing southwest.
Middle-earth was too dangerous, so Sauron decided to cross the ocean to hide for a while and return when things calmed down.
Fight if you can win, run if you can't!
This statement is not meant to be derogatory, but rather it is a very practical military theory. Its profound meaning is to go with the flow and firmly grasp the initiative in one's own hands.
This is not an escape, but a strategic retreat!
As a Maiar was even more mature than Gandalf, Sauron, having survived the death of his leader, was certainly not a stubborn fool. Assessing the situation and adapting to changing circumstances had always been his forte, and this time was no exception.
"Roar roar roar————"
Russell flapped his wings and gave chase, bursting out of the Ash Mountains. The two dragons pursued and fled, leaving two white lines in the sky. Russell was faster and intercepted Sauron more than a hundred kilometers away from Barad-dûr Fortress.
A chase, though seemingly a long journey, is but a blink of an eye for the two evil dragons.
Blocked in his path, Zoro resorted to his old trick, flapping his wings and crashing into Russell. The two behemoths clashed in mid-air, engaging in a bloody, tearing battle. The fierce fighting unleashed violent hurricanes with every attack, ravaging the Gorgoroth Plains below.
As the wind swept through, bushes and ground were whipped up, cracking the earth and sending clouds of dust billowing into the sky.
With Sauron controlling Ancalagon, his fighting power was noticeably reduced. Russell, taking advantage of the situation, lashed out at Ancalagon with a powerful Steel Tail, sending him flying high into the air. He then clamped onto Ancaragan's wings, immobilizing him, and accelerated his dive, crashing vertically into the ground.
Before landing, Russell released the dragon claws and changed direction, skimming low over the ground, while Sauron crashed straight into the ground.
Rumble—
Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the Gorgoroth Plains, and shockwaves spread outwards along the ground, causing it to undulate violently like a turbulent sea.
In the central region of the amplitude, Ancalagon, possessed by Sauron, coughed up a mouthful of blood. His dragon scales were torn apart, and hot blood flowed from his wounds, scorching the earth and immersing him in a lake of lava.
Sauron tried to run, but was whipped back by his Steel Tail. Russell swooped down, accelerating as he plummeted from mid-air, and pinned down Ancalagon, who was possessed by Sauron.
With claws tearing and teeth biting, and injecting Venom frantically, Russell's every claw swing and tail sweep brought out a large amount of hot blood from Ancalagon's body.
A moment later, Ancalagon injured dragon body was unable to move, and Russell finally stopped.
Dragons possess incredible vitality. Ancalagon's physical body had survived for over a thousand years thanks to Morgoth's power. Russell knew that he could cripple him with basic attacks, but he could never kill him.
A gaping maw opened, and a mass of pure darkness compressed into a sphere, churning up vortexes of energy, making the world feel incredibly heavy with blackness.
The oppressive atmosphere was heavy all around. Sauron sensed the impending deadly crisis and launched a frantic counterattack, but was pinned down and unable to move.
Boom!!!
The ripples from the beam of light struck Ancalagon's chest, eroding his flesh and gouging out a large hole. Flesh evaporated, bones dissolved, and the black beam of light erased Ancalagon's entire heart, tore open his back, broke off a dragon wing, and finally sank deep into the earth.
A cloud of black mist emerged from Ancalagon's corpse, enveloping the One Ring as they continued their escape. Russell's eyes swept over it, and the beam of light moved along with it.
The howling wind swept across the sky and the earth, and the land plowed by the beams of light was filled with deathly aura, killing any creature that touched it in an instant.
Sauron was startled and quickened his pace of escape. The One Ring emitted Dark Energy, transforming into a shield.
He had assumed that since they were both dark forces with similar attributes, there wouldn't be any major problems. However, the Dark Energy contained within the pillar of light was incredibly powerful, not even sparing its own people, shattering the shield and striking the One Ring.
Click!
With a crisp crack, the One Ring turned to dust, and a Dark Lord fell...
Yes, the great villain of Middle-earth has now changed to Russell!
"I have one minute left on the Character Card, I can't just wait and waste it... What should I do?"