A group of people ran wildly on the wasteland. The outline of doomsday volcano was clearly visible, occupying the size of a palm at the end of the field of vision. The black smoke rising from the crater is clearly visible, while under the volcano, the orc camps are stacked.


    It''s just a camp, just a few orcs. Sauron''s eye is red day and night, so there''s no need to station too many orcs. In particular, some time ago, Zhao Mai raided the orc camp in Solon everywhere. He had been to mount doomsday three times since then, causing the orcs here to die and flee. All of them gathered in the direction of the evil black tower.


    Toward the direction of the doomsday volcano, the light gradually increases, as if the red light from the crater can light up the sky from time to time. In the west, a strong wind blows continuously, bringing the stench of the ground to the sky. Frodo''s feet were deep and shallow, and he went on. He felt hot all over, but the ground was cool and comfortable to walk on.


    The chain of the Lord''s ring is more and more heavy. As he walks around, he pulls his neck from left to right. Frodo feels like a tameless dog, fighting against the power of the ring with his last wildness. He had a terrible pain in his neck. Although it was an ordinary silver chain, it left a circle of marks on his neck. After the wound festered, he even had the illusion that his head was about to separate from his body. Frodo raised his head and barely saw the shadow of Mount Doomsday in his blurred vision. He was afraid that he would go the wrong way, because he had no physical strength to make mistakes, and a wrong turn would make him unable to reach mount doomsday again.


    "Sam, I''m so tired. Do you have anything to eat Sam Frodo coughed a few times and was startled by his voice. It turned out that he didn''t speak at all before, and those calls were just echoes in his mind. He moved his nearly paralyzed tongue, "mountain Tom... ".


    No Sam, just grunt. He looked at Frodo with big eyes, serious and silent. The impression of grunting is not like this. He should chatter constantly, talking with others, with himself, and with his most cherished treasure. Grunt is much quieter now, which is totally different from the noisy guy before entering Mordor. Just that pair of greedy eyes, or the same, there is no difference.


    Frodo grasped the ring through his clothes, holding his hand to his chest. Familiar feel makes him more comfortable, at least feel more happy than Gulu. But happiness, at this time can not compare with a mouthful of water, a mouthful of bread.


    "Sam, do we have anything else to eat?"


    "Sam? He''s dead. " Gulu said coldly, "can you go on?"


    Frodo suddenly remembered that Sam had been injured and fell to the ground before. The blood left on his brain and turned his brown hair red. He''s dead? He''s dead! Frodo staggered and turned hard, his back toward mount doomsday. "No, Sam can''t die. He''s not dead."


    "He''s dead." Gulu puts out his foot, trips Frodo, and then coldly watches the halfling rolling on the ground. He went forward, turned Frodo over with his feet and made him face up. "Can you still walk?"


    Frodo breathed hard, but he felt that all the ash in his lungs was volcanic ash, and his aching muscles had no strength, but he still didn''t want to give up: "if you can''t walk, you have to walk, you have to walk..."


    "It doesn''t make any sense." Gulu''s body wriggled like soft mud. Soon, he became another look, a handsome man with golden hair. "The waiting is finally over. The ring is mine."


    He reached out and held on to Frodo''s chest. He had seen the silver chain with the ring at the end. "You''ve been walking for a long time, and all your vitality has almost been consumed. Now, it''s up to me to help you out of this torment and pain. "


    Frodo watched the hand get closer and closer, not suddenly burst out a force from there, opened his mouth and bit it hard. How is the other party''s blood cold, just like the cold spring, just can quench thirst. He tried to hold on to it, even though his ears were being pounded.


    "Let go, let go, you asshole!" Gellert hit a few punches and found that it was useless. Frodo was like a dying crab and would never let go of his teeth. When he heard the sound of his metacarpal bone breaking, he quickly took out his magic wand and pointed it at Frodo''s teeth: "get rid of your weapons!"


    A few teeth flew out, spinning in the air with thick blood. Grindevo kicked Frodo to the ground and fell into a shallow pit. The volcanic ash was blown into the air, and it was a mess. Garrett grindevo waved his wand at the shallow pit and said, "blast! blast! The ultimate blast


    In Frodo, he wantonly vent the anger caused by his injury, and his heavy breathing is full of tyrannical happiness. "Fool, it''s mine, mine! Baby is mine! "


    However, the ring is still on Frodo, so Frodo did not die in the blast curse. He was always on the verge of death, but he could not die, so he had to bear the pain again and again. Half of the body while laughing and crying, the small body in the shallow pit was blown left and right rolling, up and down flying, like a rag doll no one likes."It''s not dead. The ring is really good." Grindevo points his wand at Frodo and uses a petrified spell to stiffen him. He grabbed the chain and tugged at it, holding the ring in his hand.


    "If only you could hold on a little longer, then the Lord of the rings would be less obedient to Solon. It''s a pity that a halfling is a halfling. It''s too weak. " He threw the chain away, leaving only the gold ring in his palm. The Lord of the rings is in his sight, slowly growing to adapt to the thickness of human fingers.


    Grindevo''s eyes were full of the shadow of the ring, and the golden light seemed to fill his pupils. "Well, Frodo, I didn''t expect you to come here. If it wasn''t for you, how could the ring stay away from the strong and come to this desolate and unknown place. You use your life and soul to help me wash away the unwilling soul in the ring, and give me a powerful treasure, which is the treasure I always need! "


    "They all thought the ring was afraid of the sword of Nasir, but they were all wrong. What the Lord of the rings fears is only the soul of the halfling! " Grindevo tilted his mouth and said with a smile: "it''s really a thing to fall into one thing. The powerful intelligence in the ring is afraid of the weakest race in the whole continent. Solon is always striving for the best, only the weakest can defeat him. After losing both sides, the spoils are mine. "


    "But be careful. I''m not that reckless guy Grindwald held the ring tightly and looked at Frodo with his eyes: "you can be free, free forever from the torment of the ring. This is your historical mission."


    He pointed his wand at the halfling, and was circling in the air. Suddenly, his heart was full of alarm, and he saw an object approaching at high speed in the corner of his eyes.