Zhao Mai's appearance was obviously beyond the expectations of the Ring Spirit, but he did not stop his original movement because of the fist. The powerful Angma Witch King had already felt the breath of the Supreme Lord of the Ring. As long as he grabbed it, he could find this treasure for his master!

The way to surround Wei to save Zhao seems useless to the guy who is not afraid of death or injury. Zhao Mai hit the black cloak of the Ring Spirit with a punch, but there was nothing under it. The impact brought by the fist penetrated the Ring Spirit without any obstacle, interrupting the rushing flood of the Xiangshui River. In an instant, a big wave flew into the sky, and then hit the people on the west bank of the river. Not only the Ring Spirit and the ghost horse were washed away, but the elves, humans and half-lings also fell from the battlefield and rushed out to the forest on the west bank, stretched out from the torch light.

"The hope of mankind ends here." The iron hand was already grasping Frodo.

A dog's mouth suddenly appeared and bit on the iron glove! The teeth pierced into the steel, cutting the joints, causing the guards of the ring spirit to twist abnormally. Frodo escaped from the iron hand of the ring spirit and fell softly to the ground. He had completely lost consciousness and his spirit began to enter the world of the dead.

The Angma Witch King roared angrily, becoming darker, terrifying and evil. The endless evil will made its body swell, and the cloak and the steel crown were shrouded in murderous aura. The head and body should be empty, with strange fire flashing in the place of the eyes: "You are actually standing between the ring spirit and his prey. You must know that no one in this world can kill me!"

"It's right!" Zhao Mai gritted his teeth and used his natural transformation! The evil power of darkness and the kind power of light are combined together, and his strong body and uncontested personality are perfectly integrated. A huge panda that Alda had never seen before blocked between the ring spirit and the Supreme Lord of the Ring. "So as long as it is not a human, you can kill you! What can you be proud and proud of?"

"What is this?" The answer to the Ring Spirit was an old fist. Zhao Mai's two fists were too fast, not that anyone present could not see clearly. After the set of fights, there was no sound, no vibration, and no effect.

"The art of change is meaningless. Your creature is still human inside and cannot hurt me."

"But I've been not a human for a long time, and my dog ​​told me how to beat you." Zhao Mai said: "So, you are dead."

This sentence seemed to carry endless magic power, and the body of the ring spirit disappeared with this sentence. Nothing was left in either steel armor or black cloak. The evil dark aura lost its attachment, so it rose to the sky and quickly fled southeastward.

The reserved grain whimpered in pain, covering its mouth and rolling on the ground. The power of the Angma Witch King cursed began to spread from its mouth, vowing to take away any offender's life. The reserved grain whispered with unique bloodline, and every immortal medicinal wine party did not fall, so it would not die, but it would also suffer more torture.

Zhao Mai's situation is not very good either. The power of curse spreads upward along the fists. This is a way to apply the power of the world's will. It is not a disease or toxin. It can only be dealt with with the world's will. But if it is not confronted, there are naturally other ways. Zhao Mai uses his psychic power to make a knife and cut off his arms directly from his elbow.

The power of the curse wrapped around the broken arm and fell to the ground, while Zhao Mai first became an element and then turned back into a human form. He used the recovery effect of the natural force in this process, coupled with Terasqui's regeneration ability, and had regained his complete arms.

"Aliang, let me show you!" Zhao Mai hurriedly squatted down and looked at the dog with a blue face. The shape of his mouth cursed by the power of darkness was twisted, becoming ferocious, evil and weird. The reserve grain was like a long mouth of a crocodile, with the teeth of sharks and hippos. It looked at Zhao Mai with tears in his eyes, and its claws gently scratched Zhao Mai's arm.

"It's not possible to remove and then perform regeneration. Cut half of your head off and you'll die. You're not a z-worm. The regeneration ability of Terasqui's immortal medicine is not effective in you on me." Zhao Mai held the reserved grain in his arms, "I know it hurts and feels uncomfortable. I'm going to endure it more. I know someone can treat it. It's okay, this curse won't kill you."

The reserved grain was humming, putting his chin on Zhao Mai's shoulder, and his saliva kept flowing, feeling that he was particularly aggrieved as a dog who "saves the fate of mankind". Xiaohua also came out to pat his head to comfort him.

"Ah, by the way, there is still one lying on the ground." Zhao Mai finally glanced at Frodo. "Hey, someone is here to help, this child is going to die!"

Until this time, the people on the west bank ran back to the river with wet bodies. Xiangshui River had returned to calm and the water flow slowed down, so a group of people quickly wade over. First, a tall and tall male elf with dazzling and beautiful blonde hair, bright and sharp eyes. He rushed to the ashore, squatted down and pressed his hand on Frodo's left chest.

"Ah..." The already stiff half-length man took a breath and his heart regained a little vitality. He still didn't wake up, but he would not continue to slide to death for the time being. The elf stood up in his arms with Frodo and nodded to Zhao Mai: "Thank you for your help, I am Glofindel, may I ask..."

Zhao Mai quickly recalled that the huge waves he had raised with his punch should have knocked them all out. It was impossible to see him transform into a panda and fight later. The Witch King Angma was beaten to death by him and would not come back to testify against him. Frodo was unconscious throughout the whole process and knew nothing. Therefore, he released the phantom of the elf and said, "Great Lord of the Golden Flower, I am Caleb Lipeng, the sinner of the elf."

"Calebripen! There is indeed a reason you did not go to Verinor!" Glofindel nodded slightly, and then said, "No, it is Zoro who committed the sin. Your mistake has been offset by your bravery. Come, come with me, this is not a suitable place, Elrond is waiting for us in front."

Zhao Mai held the dog, Groffindall held the half-ling, followed by Aragon, Sam, Pipin and Merry, then Zelatu and the Thrandis, and several horses. They followed a white gravel path covered with moss by the valley, winding along the mountain wall, and after turning two woods, they finally saw the elves' valley, Rivendell.

The warm and soft light shines on the treetops, which is full of the fragrance of trees and flowers and plants. It is full of vitality and will not walk too fast. The peaceful atmosphere of hope surrounds everyone. The pain and sorrow are isolated from the valley, and their mouths are swollen like sausages and they all look up, forgetting the pain, and looking around curiously.
Chapter completed!