Sword and Magic and Taxi

Saruman stood proudly, holding his staff, and said majestically: Is this a meeting to discuss the destruction of the Supreme Ring, or is it a meeting where robbers want to seize the Ring? This has completely deviated from the topic! I understand, Elrond, it turns out that you elves are the masterminds behind everything, and you are the ones who have taken refuge with Sauron! Isn’t this Teveldor your elves’? In Mordor, we provide food and troops for the Dark Lord! Just now Duo, these people are funding your enemies and trying to seize your throne. Dwarves, these people are letting the orcs go north to invade your homeland!

The sound of weapons being unsheathed was endless, and some were even banging against each other, making the scene extremely chaotic. Elves, humans, and dwarves, instigated by Saruman's words, began to accuse and abuse each other. Once the old grudges were ignited, they exploded like gasoline barrels. Elrond shouted for everyone to calm down and restrain themselves. This may be the only reason why there is no bloodshed at present.

Zhao Mai walked towards Saruman, and Saruman opened his palms to Zhao Mai. Stop! His words contained the power of magic, and the will of the world was mixed in them, blocking Zhao Mai's way. The ring of power created by the white-robed wizard himself amplifies the power of his words. Whether it is to confuse people or use spells, it can be enhanced by the will of the world.

Zhao Mai was very confident in his own strength, but now he felt like he had nowhere to put his efforts. When your feet hit the ground, even though they didn't slip, you couldn't feel any feedback. Even if he uses psychic blasting, he can only sway and cannot move an inch.

Saruman crossed two fingers together and passed in front of Zhao Mai: You should listen to the advice of the wise and put down your weapons. You are no longer qualified to care about the Lord of the Rings. Just go back to where you came from!

Zhao Mai let go of his hand, but the ice sword floated in the air and did not fall to the ground. Saruman's eyes twitched, and his staff was immediately placed across his chest. The ice sword flew over, hit an invisible barrier, and exploded into pieces.

A layer of flame rose from around Saruman's body, a holy fire mixed with gold and white. His other magic ring burst into bright light, and everyone present felt their bodies warm. I am the controller of the secret fire, and I control all the flames in the world! Holy fire, ordinary fire or demonic fire, the fire of life that creates the world or the fire of doom that destroys the world. Your evil ice cannot knock me down, Tverdo, the lying deceiver!

The flames rise and eventually turn into light, emitting iridescence of various colors. I am Saruman the White, and the color of the white robe comes from all colors. Colorful, omnipotent, all-encompassing! The flame is my light, and the voice is my power! Turn into ashes!

Zhao Mai was immediately surrounded by flames, and his body burned in the flames. Everyone hurriedly retreated for fear of being harmed by the terrible heat. Just as the reserve was about to rush forward, he saw a hand reaching out from the flames to stop him, signaling him to retreat. That hand was as white and flawless as jade, and was not harmed by the flames at all.

Do you think you can hurt me like this? Zhao Mai's voice suddenly became very distant, as if it was coming from outside. Didn't everything you did live up to expectations? Kurunel, you took the initiative to ask for your current responsibilities, but then abandoned them? You gave up your glory and became a prisoner of power. One, two, three, then This is the end of you!

Zhao Mai stood in front of everyone like a fire element. His appearance was deeply hidden under the flames, and only vague facial features could be roughly distinguished. Saruman looked at Zhao Mai with twinkling eyes, filled with surprise and uncertainty. This flame can melt gold and break iron, and even stones can be turned into gas. How can flesh and blood withstand it?

In fact, Zhao Mai didn't feel well either. A sudden will of the world helped him block the flames. His current feeling was just like when he was making Sauron. Don't cause trouble, he can't burn me to death! Zhao Mai said to this will in his heart. Saruman's magical flames could quickly burn through Zhao Mai's skin and flesh, but he could withstand it with the power of ice to relieve it, the power of nature to heal, and the power of blood to regenerate. It hurts just a little bit, it's better than being represented by the will of the world.

As expected, the power receded, taking away Saruman's flame. Zhao Mai quickly used his psychic powers to make elf-style clothes to wrap himself up, so as not to be exposed in front of all the important people in Middle-earth. Although the will of the world is gone, it has been attached to him before and has improved his social status. Therefore, Zhao Mai appears to be taller and more important in the eyes of everyone. Zhao Mai was still wondering what Ilúvatar meant, but Saruman's forces split on their own.

It was him, it was he who imprisoned Gandalf the Gray! One of Saruman's apprentices suddenly jumped out and said: He took away Gandalf's ring and tortured out the news of the meeting! It was him who secretly contacted Sauron. !”

Nonsense! Defiled! Saruman waved his staff and the fireball flew towards the apprentice. Glorfindel took a step across and smashed the fireball with his sword, blocking the blow. Almost everyone was stunned by the changes in front of them. Saruman frowned, turned around immediately, and reached out to grab the Supreme Lord of the Rings in the wreckage.

It was empty there, with only the fragments of Nasir's Holy Sword lying among the wreckage. Saruman's eyes widened and he turned his head around in panic: Who, who took the Ring!

It's me. Frodo opened his palm, and the Ring was in his palm. I saw that you were about to fight, so I picked it up first because I was afraid of making too much mess. The fragments of the sword were too sharp to fit in my pocket, so I didn't pick them up. Sorry Aragorn, I wanted to help. .”

Elrond raised his head, put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and asked sternly: Saruman, is Gandalf imprisoned by you? Are you trying to seize the Lord of the Rings?

The Ring is a complete waste in your hands! Leave it to me, and I can quickly defeat Sauron and eliminate his evil forces! Isn't this what everyone wants?

You have already begun to degenerate. Wearing the Ring will only distort you faster. After overthrowing Sauron, you will replace him and become the new evil devil. You will become the new Sauron and bring more serious disasters!

No, you are all slander! I can't defeat Sauron on my own, but I can definitely do it with the help of the Lord of the Rings! My only thought is to defeat darkness and evil! Look at the light I radiate, isn't it the dawn that dispels the darkness? The light?

Even now, Saruman's words are still moving, and many people are silent, unable to speak out and accuse. 'Maybe what he said makes sense, maybe the method he said works, maybe...' Zhao Mai snorted and said: If you put on the Supreme Lord of the Rings, can you still take it off? Can you still do what you said? Do you want to destroy it? You are not even willing to return the Elf's ring. It is so firmly on your hand, how can you possibly take off the more powerful Supreme Lord of the Rings? Your words are very beautiful, but they are all beautiful lies!

Saruman looked at the Lord of the Rings in his hand, and then at the One Ring in Frodo's hand, hesitating in his heart. Zhao Mai flipped his wrist and used his psychic powers to lift up the fragments of Nasir's Holy Sword on the ground and let them fly into the air behind Saruman. Unexpectedly, the white-robed mage was so alert. He raised his eyebrows slightly, turned into an inward rotating shadow, and teleported away at once.

This spell is so familiar, Zhao Mai knows it too! It's clearly Apparition!