The boiling magma continued to eject into the air, the hot red liquid level continued to rise, and then flowed out from three huge inclined holes, leading to the workshop along the magic-reinforced grooves to heat the stoves.

The red light filled the crater, but there was a place that never shone brightly. It was a platform that protruded the mountain wall, just above the most surging part of the lava. The heat formed a whirlwind, and the turbulence never stopped. Just on the edge of the platform, the black shadow between the real and the virtual form a human form, the tall body absorbed all the light and hope, and a man was constantly struggling in his strong arms.

The man struggled constantly, his arms could be swung, his feet could be kicked, but his throat was clenched tightly, and he could not say a word. The flying fists and feet drew arcs in the air, but they could not affect the shadow at all. The shadow was like fog, which could be destroyed, but would not be hurt. With the faint sound of low begging, shadows that could never be liberated and rested would always gather again.

This is the Ring Spirit, the powerful human being wearing the Ring of Power, is now the slave of the Supreme Lord of the Ring, Zoro's most loyal adjutant. If he wants, no living creature can see their appearance, and ordinary matter cannot stop their eyes and bodies. They are dead, but they are not dead yet, and will always stay in that critical moment, and are always under Zoro's control.

The dark language floated out of the terrifying figure of the Ring Spirit, carrying the power of a vicious curse, and then penetrated into the man's heart. "Full with fate, blowing with blood steam, and stacking victory with flesh and bones." The Ring Spirit said, "Dedicate your life to the great Dark Demon Lord!"

He let go of his hand and threw the man down. "Haha, I can fly, idiot!" This was the last sentence of the man before he fell into the magma.

The lava became boiling, and the pillar of fire rose into the sky, and the red hot liquid dripped onto the platform, condensed into gray metal blocks. The ring spirit looked around and turned around and left the platform.

This platform is where Zoro made the Supreme Ring, and the only place where the Supreme Ring can be destroyed. Complex spells protect this place, and the only import and exit is under the attention of Zoro's vision. More than two thousand years ago, on the slope of the Doomsday Volcano, the coalition of humans and elves fought a decisive battle with him. Zoro, who had the Supreme Ring, was unstoppable until his fingers wearing the Ring were cut off by Isildo with his sword. Because his body had been destroyed by Iluvita's power, he could not maintain his entity after losing the Supreme Ring. After the violent explosion, his power fell to the bottom.

That time he failed, but the Supreme Lord of the Ring bewitched Isildo. On the short path he climbed the Doomsday Volcano to the forging platform, it controlled Isildo's thoughts. The king of mankind changed his plan to destroy the Ring and took it as his own.

Therefore, the devil Zoro had a breathing opportunity. While recovering his strength, he searched for the Lord of the Ring. He directed his servants to rebuild Balatull, the Tower of Darkness. Now, an eternally burning eye without eye is suspended above the black spire, looking down at the entire Mordor. The red light is Zoro's sight, and this red always has a hug at the entrance of the Doomsday Volcano Forging Platform.

"Master, the sacrifice was very smooth." The Ring Spirit knelt in the red light and said humbly. "Two outsiders who broke through the space and came to Mordor have contributed their destiny, and the power of darkness is continuing to grow."

"I want more!" The high-pitched voice penetrated directly into the soul weight of the ring spirit, and the black shadowed body kept shaking in the vibration. "There are more, I want all! I want my army, I want attack!"

"As for the order, the King of Darkness." The ring spirit stood up and joined the other eight ring spirits. They formed a circle and used their eyes to convey consciousness and communicate directly.

"Summon all commanders, war chiefs and commanders, let the slaves of the south and the east act, let all the dark creatures move, and make Mordor great again!" The head of the Ring Spirit, the strongest man known as the Angma Witch King, said: "Build the army of the Dark King, build the chariot of the Dark King, and we will rule the world!"

The Ring Spirits acted separately, summoning other slaves of the Dark King to run Mordor's war machine. The Doomsday Volcano is the engine of this machine, and countless orcs and various dark creatures are gears, levers, and conveyor belts. "We are going to rob! We are going to turn what we see into ours!"

Mordor is shouting such slogans everywhere, and Zhao Mai embarked on the road to the Doomsday Volcano. The orders of the Ring Spirit will not reach the level of the Centurion, and even the Thousand Commander is just the follower of the War Chief, and he has no say. Zhao Mai doesn't know anything about it, but he doesn't care about it. He is going to the Doomsday Volcano anyway. If the Thousand Commander is stopped, he will become the Thousand Commander; if he is stopped by the commander, under the heavy blow of the supernatural power of the mind and the natural force, Zhao Mai will become the Commander.

"What if the ring spirit stops you?" Xiaohua, who had recovered her spirit, sat on the tall back of the reserved grain, looked straight into Zhao Mai's eyes and asked. "Do you know that the ring spirit cannot be truly destroyed, right?"

"I am a loyal servant of the Dark Demon King, how could I attack the Ring Spirit?" Zhao Mai pinched his chin: "The commander is too close to the Ring Spirit. The War Chief is good at this level. It can control the situation, but it will not be too prominent."

"What if you were asked to lead the army to fight against elves and humans? Would you go?"

"To be honest, I am no longer a human being, so there is no psychological pressure to fight with humans and elves, and the orcs are the ones I created." Zhao Mai thought for a while, and then added: "If you are going to fight the halfling or the star elves, that is another matter, and I will definitely stop it from happening. But my goal is also clear. Orcs can win, and if Zoro wins or not, don't care about me."

"Didn't Zoro also created by you? You should treat everyone equally!" Xiaohua said with a smile.

"This sentence is correct, but the premise is that he can still listen to me." Zhao Mai reached behind his back and adjusted the angle of the flagpole. As a centurion, Zhao Mai received a gift from the orcs in the settlement, his flag and flagpole. A dirty square cloth was painted with a black foot, stepping on a red pigment that is both fire and blood, and at the same time, three splashes of blood red representing the identity of the centurion.

Mordor does not have an ID card, and they use various ornaments to mark power, status and other information. In order to be more aligned with local customs, Zhao Mai asked Daryl to prepare a complete set of identity certificates for him, and this flag was one of his choices. In addition, Zhao Mai also had a necklace with fangs, a bracelet with animal bones, and a belt with scalp tied. These are the things that were originally fire crows, but now the winners have taken all.
Chapter completed!