Idle Hands

[Bite]

[Host has completed the World Quest, destroyed Mordor, destroyed the One Ring, and personally ended the Lord Sauron. Calculation of mission rewards is now underway.]

[Bite]

[Rewards are as follows: 6 points of Free Attribute Points, 30,000 Wealth Points, and 3 chances to Lottery Draw.]

[Bite]

[The host has completed the World Quest. You may end the world process immediately or remain in this world for a maximum of 24 hours. Please make your decision as soon as possible.]

"You know..."

With the destruction of the One Ring, Sauron's spirit body completely collapsed, and the fortress of Barad-dûr, built upon the One Ring, sank into the earth and vanished without a trace.

"There's only one minute left, what should we do?"

Russell pressed down on Ancalagon's corpse, poked at it a few times, and finally grabbed the dragon's tail, flapping his wings and flying northwest.

I can't think of anything to do, but I'm just killing time anyway, so I might as well show off a little!

A dark, dense forest!

The Woodland Realm, the homeland of the Elf Prince Legolas, is located in the most magnificent forest of the Northern World.

At the moment the One Ring shattered, Sauron's shadow over the forest vanished, prompting the Woodland Realm Elves to raise their arms in celebration.

Unlike Rivendell and Lothlórien, the Woodland Realm Elves were unwilling to leave Middle-earth, but Sauron's power grew daily, evil proliferated, and the dark creatures in the forests multiplied, forcing them to change their minds.

Now that Sauron's shadow has vanished, they no longer need to leave their homes.

But the next second, an even greater shadow fell...

"Roar roar roar—"

A resounding dragon's roar echoed from the sky, and a boundless hurricane rose from the ground, causing the entire forest to tremble in the gale.

A shadow that blotted out the sky covered the heavens, casting a dark aura. An overwhelming force pressed down from the sky, and the darkness became more intense than ever before.

The elves of the Woodland Realm instantly broke out in a cold sweat, their clothes soaked through. Stared at by the dragon at the top of the food chain, they dared not move an inch.

The young elves were blown to the ground by the hurricane, while some of the more powerful elves looked up, their faces filled with utter terror. "That... is a dragon?"

Russell, dragging Ancalagon's corpse, sped through the sky, his wings swirling through the clouds, flying over the dark forest amidst countless fearful gazes.

"How could there be such enormous dragons, two of them at that?"

Wasn't Smaug the last dragon of Middle-earth?

"That's right, Smaug is long dead. Who was that dragon just now, and who was the dead dragon he was holding?"

"..."

"That is Ancalagon, the first winged dragon, the largest and most powerful of all dragons. Moreover, he is the guardian of Morgoth, and his power is comparable to that of the gods."

Suddenly, a cold, sharp voice broke through the crowd. The elves, seeing the newcomer, bowed in respect. This male elf, with a stern appearance and extraordinary bearing, wore a golden crown; he was Thranduil, the Elvenking and father of Legolas.

"Ancalagon ... that evil dragon is still alive! Middle-earth is really going to be doomed..." The elves sighed, life was unbearable, and they had no choice but to move.

"Lord Thranduil, who is that dead dragon? He looks very powerful." an elf asked.

Thranduil stared expressionlessly at the elf who had asked the question, "The Ancalagon I'm referring to is that dead dragon!"

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Russell, clutching Ancalagon's corpse, flew over the Misty Forest, turned back over the Grey Mountains, passed Rivendell in the Misty Mountains, circled twice in the air, and then arrived at Lothlórien.

In the territory of Galadriel Forest Queen, and her husband's... well, Russell circled five times before finally leaving the airspace satisfied, after Galadriel had created hundreds of layers of defense with the Nenya, Ring of Water and was exhausted.

"Hmph, the mere Lady of the Wood, she still groans and moans under my dragon's might... cough cough, she bows her head and submits under my dragon's might!"

Russell snorted and, seeing that his character's time limit was less than 20 seconds, he flapped his wings and soared into the sky, instantly arriving in Minas Tirith, the Gondor.

On the Pelennor Fields, the morale of the eight thousand allied troops returning aboard Great Eagles was low. The Lord Sauron had been resurrected, and the end was near for Rohan and Gondor.

Just as a group of people were weeping in despair, a massive earthquake suddenly struck Mordor, opposite the Shadow Mountains. The tremors continued several times, and finally the dark clouds above Mount Doom began to dissipate.

"The dark clouds over Mount Doom were caused by Sauron's magic. Without it, the Orcs would have nowhere to live. They couldn't have simply vanished for no reason. I suspect..."

Théoden spoke rapidly, his face showing excitement, but he dared not voice his guess, fearing that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"We'll know the result when Gandalf and Russell return!"

Aragorn smiled as well, reached out and touched the empty scabbard, shook his head slightly, and for a moment forgot that the Holy Sword was in Russell's hands.

It seems that the Holy Sword played a significant role in Sauron's death.

"Roar roar roar————"

A high-pitched dragon roar resounded, Pelennor Fields was thrown into chaos. Eight thousand allied soldiers fell to the ground, their legs trembling, along with their horses.

Boom!!

A black shadow descended from the sky, crashing not far from the eight thousand allied troops. The corpse of a giant dragon, larger than ever before, terrified them, leaving them bewildered.

Then, in a flash, an overwhelming shadow fell, and a terrifying black dragon, whose size could not be discerned, stood atop the dragon carcass, its head bowed, gazing at Aragorn and Théoden.

I dare not move. GIF X8000

Aragorn and Théoden gasped, their bodies stiffening and faces turning deathly pale. Sauron was dead, but another scourge had descended. And judging from the situation, Sauron was most likely killed by this dragon.

As the Character Card expired, Russell instantly reverted to his original form, looking down at the two kings kneeling at his feet. "Get up, dinner's ready!"

"..."

Damn it, if dinner wasn't about to be served, I would have fought you to the death!

Mordor, Barad-dûr Fortress!

At the edge of the pit, Gandalf's corpse emitted infinite white light, and his battered body was instantly healed.

Gandalf was resurrected and granted great power by the Great Leader, enabling him to defeat Ancalagon.

Although the leader stated that the power was only temporary and would be withdrawn after ten breaths, Gandalf was able to hang Ancalagon up and beat him however he pleased during that time.

Unparalleled achievements were within his grasp, and the name of Gandalf the White was about to resound Middle-earth. Gandalf was overjoyed, but he was a mature Maiar and would never be arrogant because of his great power, much less deliberately show off.

Therefore, stay true to yourself and remain calm in all things!

The next second, Gandalf slowly opened his eyes. His wise eyes were sharp and intelligent, carrying an air of indifference and peace. He never pretended to be cool, nor did he care to.

Then...

"Hey, where's the unparalleled achievement?"

"Hahaha, you idiot Grey Robe, you're too late. Sauron has been killed by Russell." Smaug's Bone Dragon head spoke; it was Saruman, who had come specifically to answer Gandalf's questions.

Gandalf: (˙灬˙)

"Ah..."