Novel Full Chapter 811: Trap in a trap
Chapter 811: Trap in a trap
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A knight emerged from the shadow. His aura of invasion wasn't merely polluting the ground, but assimilating and corrupting the environment itself. Even the falling rainwater that fell on him was infused with evil!
Be it knight or mount, a pair of crimson glints that could frighten the soul flickered in the darkness. All who looked into those eyes would have their souls sucked into the darkness.
Indeed, the most fearsome dark beings of the Lord of the Rings; eternally formless due to the rings they wielded, and traveling between the realms of reality and shadows.
The most terrifying slaves of Sauron. Darkness followed after them, and the hummings of death sung from their mouths. The Nazgûl, also known as Ringwraiths!
During this period, every single carriage was under siege by unknown forces. All except Melody's carriage, it was as though the assaulters were clear on the awkward predicament this newly promoted twilight elf was in. Therefore, not doing anything was the best move, yet foiling the imprisonment mechanisms of her carriage would, in turn, cause the situation to sour.
Amidst the rain and mist, a somber and desolate battlefield brimming with evil. The line of stagnant carriages trapped along a mountain path like a dead serpent. Even the mystical uni-horn stallions neighed in fear and glanced around nervously, stomping repeatedly around with their hooves. Evidently, they would've galloped faraway if not for being straddled to the carriage.
"We, meet, again." The Nazgûl spoke with a heartless tone to Elrond's carriage. His voice seemed to be reverberating in from a hollow space, resonating deep into one's heart.
"Today, I, Khamûl, Seventh Grand Duke of Númenor, Shadow of the East, loyal servant of Lord Sauron, and Lord of Rhûn, hereby declare; my sword shall taste the blood of half-elf Elrond, his heart sacrificed to the dark one!"
(ED: Khamûl is actually not of Númenorean descent, and is the only Wraith whose name was given by Tolkien, the rest of the titles are accurate.)
Elrond finally emerged from the carriage, yet was unexpectedly holding a female's hand.
This female elf appeared exceptionally noble and graceful. In her hands, was a divine staff that seemed like a tree branch. However, the process of budding seedlings, blooming flowers, ripening fruits, and even withering plants were endlessly occurring on this 'branch'.
Upon viewing this elf maiden, Nazgûl Khamûl flickered with a crimson glow.
"Galadriel?? Why are you here?"
Indeed, this elf maiden was Galadriel, Lady of Lothlórien!! A pure blooded elf that didn't suffer even after wearing one of the rings of power! One could fathom her impregnable will.
Concurrently, a fair hand reached out to welcome the streak of lightning headed for Elder Botehan. Afterwards, the lightning's might was completely exhausted.
A lofty elf with splendid gold hair then trudged out from that carriage and announced.
"How can I be absent from such an event?"
Unexpectedly, twilight elf Glorfindel who should be in Rivendell had surfaced as well!
In this instant, Uruk-hai Lurtz fired off another arrow from his bow.
This was a great bow soaked with fresh blood!
A cold arrowtip whistled in towards Glorfindel like the feasting eyes of a demon.
Though the number of enemies was unexpected, everyone that appeared were all formidable wizards.
As for Uruk-hai Lurtz, an archer who lurked in the shadows while targeting his enemy's weakness, he could stealthily terrorize the entire field.
This was because the most powerful abilities would require incantation casting time. The incantation process would be the optimal moment for Lurtz to strike fatally.
Lurtz loosed his bowstring with a piercing 'twang' that shook everyone. His arrow carried a dreadfully savage aura as it whizzed in. Once the arrow collided in, it would explode with a potent misma that covered the surroundings. Regardless of being capable of blocking or not, his opponent would be forced to retreat, thereby winning the advantage for Ringwraith that specialized in assassination.
Yet at this moment, amidst the elven corpses on the ground, a certain corpse rolled and suddenly climbed up. The elf corpse didn't make any unnecessary movements, yet his left arm strummed gracefully as if he was playing a guitar. A green glow then shot out and blocked the incoming 'Miasma Arrow'.
Obstructed after merely whizzing in for twenty plus meters, the arrow exploded with a muffled boom before diffusing a hazy, gloomy green miasma that resembled the poisonous fog of Sheyan's 'Curse-mix'. Instead, this miasma ushered in a more intensified threat. Yet the miasma floating around in the empty air offered no effects at all.
The 'corpse' wiped its face…...revealing the dashing face of Prince Legolas like that of the morning sun. He smiled and announced.
"My father has returned to his kingdom, yet how could his son miss out on such an interesting event?"
All of a sudden, several figures emerged from the falling rain and enshrouding mist. The few figures were extremely familiar. They were none other than the contestants who entered this world with Sheyan and Reef.
The reserve-duty Growth-Hunter MT named Mo Yi and his confidant Shuren. The two plus Yerna who suffered under Sheyan before. They barely managed to assemble a party, yet from the looks of it, their hand in this matter didn't seem miniscule.
Deducing from the current situation, this so call Elrond's expedition to the Undying Lands was actually a decoy.
The culprits who plotted against Elrond previously probably knew of his injuries as well; knowing that if he couldn't return to the Undying Lands within a short period of time, he would undoubtedly perish in Middle-earth. Hence, the optimal time to strike was during Elrond's journey to the Undying Lands after leaving Rivendell.
Evidently, Elrond had noticed that point too. Hence, his original intent was to bring along most of the elves of Rivendell along with him. However, Sheyan's stirring with regards to Melody had unintentionally greatly aided the culprits who assaulted Elrond.
Forced into such desperation, Elrond could only bring a few elves to meet the embrace of his enemies. Yet it seems like Mo Yi's group was pretty talented as well. They managed to convince Elrond to set up a trap in a trap, using himself as bait to lure out his foes. From the looks of it now, this plan was quite an exceptional success.
Prince Legolas, the two Elf Elders, Galadriel, and Glorfindel. This was an incredibly frightening combination. Without a doubt, this assembly would still occupy crushing superiority against Nazgûl Khamûl, Lurtz, and a few other dark wizards.
Still, Nazgûl Khamûl and Lurtz didn't appear to harbour intentions of fleeing. Especially Lurtz, whose eyes flashed with cruelty and coldness. He fished out a leather wine pouch from his waist, and gulped down the contents. Dark-red alcohol leaked out from the corner of his lips and trickled down onto his hairy chest.
Nazgûl Khamûl abruptly released a wild and conceited laughter.
"Wonderful, truly wonderful. You have all arrived, yet today, all shall perish, none shall bar the way of Dark Lord Sauron when he sweeps through all of Middle-earth. Come now, for the Witch-King of Angmar!"
Galadriel scoffed in response.
"Shameless boasting! Should the Witch-King of Angmar reveal abnormal movements, then Gandalf and Saruman would've notified us at first notice. I just received the whispers of the wind three hours ago, one of the human kingdoms was assaulted by the other seven Nazgûl. The shadows of the Nazgûl covered that glorious city. Even the fastest Silver Unicorn would require 15 days to gallop to the Misty Mountain."
Yet at this moment, roars of laughter erupted from Nazgûl Khamûl; sounding like a rusted blade scratching against a whetstone.
"Indeed, nothing you said is wrong. My fellow Nazgûl are indeed offering the honor and darkness of our lord to the human kingdom. Alas for you, faithful ones of a high-god are on our lord's side. A deliberate plot to create seven dark dimension arrays. With the aid of a high-god, yes, my fellow Nazgûl shall come. Your flesh will return to dust!"
At this moment, seven terrifying pillars of darkness shattered the haziness of the foggy rain, soaring straight up to the sky!
Those seven terrifying pillars of darkness formed a perfect circle with Nazgûl Khamûl. Moments later, the seven pillars of darkness gradually concentrated together, as the eight nefarious ringwraiths assembled as one!
A sinister yet abstruse voice whispered through the atmosphere from all corners, seemingly carrying vile diabolical curses from hell.
"I am Dwar of Waw, my sword desires to sever your breath."
"I am Dawndeath Jí Indûr, lover of elf blood."
"I am Akhôrahil. Galadriel, your hair will become ornament for my saddle."
"King Hôarmûrath will bring terror to your souls."
"Your skulls will become a part of me, Adûnaphel the Quiet Avenger!"
"....."
(TL: The names and inspiration of the Nazgul came from the Middle-earth role playing game)