The group ran wildly on the wasteland, and the outline of the Doomsday Volcano was clearly visible, occupying the size of a palm at the end of the field of view. The rising black smoke from the crater was clearly visible, and under the volcano, the orc camps were densely packed.

There was just a camp, with only a few orcs. Zoro's demonic eyes kept covering the volcano with red light day and night, so there was no need to station too many orcs. Especially for a while ago, Zhao Mai raided Zoro's orc camp everywhere. He had come to the Doomsday Volcano three times, causing the orcs here to die and escape, all gathering in the direction of the evil black tower.

Moving towards the Doomsday Volcano, the light gradually increased, as if the red light from time to time appeared at the crater could light up the sky. A strong wind kept blowing from the west, bringing the stench of the ground to the sky. Frodo walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He felt that he was hot all over, but the ground was very cool, and he could feel much more comfortable when walking.

The chain of the Supreme Lord's Ring became heavier and heavier. As he walked, he pulled his neck left and right. Frodo felt like an untamed dog, using his last wildness to fight the power of the Lord's Ring. His neck hurt so much that it was an ordinary silver chain, but it left a circle of marks on his neck. After the wound was ulcerated, he even felt that his head was about to separate from his body. Frodo raised his head and barely saw the shadow of the Doom Volcano in his blurry sight. He was afraid that he would go the wrong way because he no longer had the physical strength to make a mistake. A wrong turn would make him unable to reach the Doom Volcano again.

"Sam, I'm so tired, do I have anything to eat...Sam?" Frodo coughed a few times, and then was startled by his voice. It turned out that he hadn't spoken at all before, and the calls were just echoes in his mind. He moved his almost paralyzed tongue, "Shan...m..."

There was no Sam, only Gulu. He looked at Frodo with a pair of big eyes, with a serious expression and without saying a word. Gulu was not like this in his impression. He should keep chatting, talking to others, talking to himself, and talking to his most cherished baby. Gulu is much quieter now, completely different from the guy who clamored before entering Mordor. But those greedy eyes are still the same, no difference.

Frodo grabbed the chest with his hands, and actually grabbed the Supreme Lord of the Ring through his clothes. The familiar feel made him feel more comfortable, at least he felt happier than Guru. But happiness was not as good as a sip of water or a sip of bread at this time.

"Sam, do we have anything to eat?"

"Sam? He's dead." Gulu said coldly: "Can you continue to go?"

Frodo suddenly remembered that Sam was injured and fell to the ground, and blood left from his big head, turning his brown hair red. He was dead? He was dead! Frodo staggered and turned his back toward the direction of the Doomsday Volcano. "No, Sam can't die, he is not dead."

"He's dead." Guru stretched out his feet, tripped Frodo, and watched coldly as the halfling rolled on the ground. He walked forward and turned Frodo over with his feet, making him lean up. "Can you still walk?"

Frodo breathed hard, but he felt that the volcanic ash that entered his lungs, and the sore muscles had no strength, but he still didn't want to give up: "If you can't walk, you have to leave, you have to leave..."

"This sentence has no meaning." Gulu twisted his body, like soft mud. Soon, he became another person, a handsome man with golden hair. "The waiting is finally over, the Supreme Lord of the Ring is mine."

He reached out and grabbed Frodo's chest. He had seen the silver chain, and the Supreme Ring was tied to the end of the chain. "You have been walking for a long time, and all your vitality has been almost exhausted. Now, it's me to help you out of this torture and pain."

Frodo watched the hand get closer and closer, and did not suddenly burst out from there, and opened his mouth and bit it hard on the hand. How could the other party's blood be cold? It was like a cold spring, which could quench his thirst. He tried hard to bite, even though his ears were hit hard.

"Let go, let go, you bastard!" Garrett punched a few times and found that it was useless. Frodo was like a dying crab, and he would never let go of his teeth. He heard the sound of his metacarpal bone being overwhelmed and shattered, so he quickly took out his wand and pointed it at Frodo's teeth: "Remove your weapon!"

Several teeth flew out and spiraled in the air with sticky blood. Grindelwald kicked Frodo to the ground and fell into a shallow pit. The volcanic ash was shaken into the air, and was in a daze. Gellert Grindelwald waved his wand and aimed it at the pit, "Explode! Blast! The ultimate detonation!"

He vented his anger caused by his injury on Frodo, and his heavy breathing was filled with tyrannical joy. "Follower, that's mine, mine! Baby is mine!!"

However, the Supreme Lord Ring is still on Frodo, so Frodo did not die in the storm of the blasting spell. He was always on the verge of death, but he could not die, so he had to endure rounds of pain. The half-length laughed and cried, and his small body was blown to the left and right in the shallow pit, flying up and down, like a rag doll that no one likes.

"This is not dead, the Supreme Lord Ring is indeed good." Grindelwald pointed at Frodo with his wand and cast a petrified spell, making his whole body stiff. He grabbed the chain and pulled it hard, and took the Supreme Lord Ring into his hand.

"It would be great if you could hold on for a while, then the supreme Ring's obedience to Zoro will be further reduced. Unfortunately, the half-ling is a half-ling, which is too weak." He threw away the chain, leaving only the golden ring in his palm. The supreme Ring slowly grew larger in his sight to adapt to the thickness of human fingers.

Grindelwald's eyes were full of the shadow of the Lord of the Ring, and the golden light seemed to fill his pupils. "Hmph, Frodo, I really didn't expect you to be here. If it weren't for you, how could the Supreme Ring stay away from the mastery of those strong men and come to this broken place that is deserted and unknown to everyone. You used your life and soul to help me wash away the unwilling soul in the Ring and gave me a powerful treasure. This is the treasure I always need!"

"They all thought that the Lord of the Ring was afraid of the Nasir Sacred Sword, but they were all wrong. The Supreme Lord of the Ring was only the soul of the half-hearted man!" Grindelwald said with a smile with a slanted mouth: "It's really something that subdues one thing. The powerful intelligence in the Supreme Lord of the Ring is actually afraid of the weakest race on the entire continent. Zoro strives for the strongest, and only the weakest can defeat it. After both sides are injured, the spoils are mine."

"But be careful. I'm not that kind of reckless guy." Grindelwald held the ring tightly and looked at Frodo: "You can be free, and be freed from the torture of the ring forever. This is your historical mission."
Chapter completed!