"The competition mission has been carried out so far, I can only complete it, right?" Zhao Mai sat upright on the transport worm and was having a dinner with two halflings. After Frodo and Sam reunited, he cried and decided to celebrate in the halflings way, in other words, eat.

And they are in the middle of the battlefield.

Countless jumping dogs surrounded them, transporting insects and spitting mucus, and gardener dragons were busy raising the growth of the soil. Orcs, goblins and giants tried to break through the waves of insects, but at most they could only become reefs on the coast, and they were exposed or sunk to see the tide.

The roars were endless, accompanied by the rattle of the insects. The crazy orcs collided with the terrifying insects, and the final decision of the winner was the cold number game.

This is Zoro's home court, and his entire wealth is in the Evil Hei Tower. Now he is in full swing, just like a desperate gambler. Zhao Mai's capital on the field is not as good as Zoro, but the troops he lost can be recovered and turned into new troops, Zoro's losses will also become new capital on his platform. As long as he controls his degree and survives the early stage, the situation will begin to improve.

The battlefield provided enough materials for Z insects, and the hatching room and refining room were first established. Because the war was urgent, Zhao Mai made an exception to use the refining room to decompose the corpses, rather than slowly absorbing them with Xilan all the time. Although the former is faster and more efficient, the latter is the way of nature, which is more in line with Zhao Maidrui's feeling.

After helping the jumping dog withstand the initial battle, Zhao Mai no longer had to intervene. When he began to look for the halfling, he issued an order in advance to mobilize the army. Now his zworms have begun to arrive 66 and continue to enter the battle. If you look down from a high altitude, you will see a very spectacular scene. The zworms rushed over from all directions in the south and then collided with the legion formed by the orcs in the north. Not far from the front line, the commander of the entire battle was leisurely and was having a dinner with a few little guys.

"The original Legion bread is more delicious. What we found from the orcs changed its flavor, and it was filled with an unpleasant stench, like eating spoiled fish." Sam's mouth was stuffed, but it didn't affect his normal speech. This was also a special skill. "If we go to the southern passage to find you, can we eat and drink all the time to complete this mission?"

"There is no if." Zhao Mai said: "You have worked hard and endured the pain, and then we have reached this point today. This is the most important thing. Changing a path may be better, but it may also be more painful. Who can guarantee you this? Just remember one thing: Don't slack off. By the way, that piece is chicken-flavored, you can try it."

Sam laughed while tasting various different flavors of Legion bread, while Frodo was much taciturn. He stuttered in small stutters, quickly put down his hand, keeping his eyes looking at the direction of the Doom Volcano. He didn't want to move at all, and didn't want to get close to the volcano. But he also knew that this was probably the illusion brought to him by the Supreme Lord of the Ring, and his true thoughts in his heart still wanted to end all this.

"Master Frodo, why don't you eat? You are still very thin and have no strength!" Sam asked with concern.

"I don't want to eat, I don't feel hungry."

Zhao Mai shook his head: "Don't worry about your feelings, the Supreme Lord Ring is best at disturbing your feelings. Based on your height and weight, considering the appetite of half-lings, you need to eat at least five times the amount in your hand. Whether you want to or not, you just need to believe in your body. Your stomach and your body's need for survival will help you digest food, so start eating immediately!"

Frodo looked at Zhao Mai's serious expression and his heart trembled. He refuted it in anger, such as "Why do you care about me?", "I have my freedom". However, Zhao Mai could still stuff food directly into his throat and pour it down, and the result was the same.

When he really started chewing, the Supreme Lord Ring knew that his plan had failed, so he no longer continued to force Frodo, but began to plan the next plot. However, under the interference of the insect heart ring, it could only affect Frodo.

The army of orcs accumulated over the years was thrown into this flesh-and-blood mill, and their lives were meaninglessly consumed. Zhao Mai tried to control his discomfort and said something as easy as possible to the two half-lings. The transport insects carried them and slowly advanced towards the Doomsday Volcano. Along the way, Xiran covered up the broken limbs and arms, and all the corpses were transported to the refining room. Together with the weapons and armor they used, they turned into the power of the z-worms to fight back. Although they did not actually see the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and did not step onto the sea of ​​corpses and blood, there was actually a sea of ​​corpses and blood in everyone's heart, and their hearts were walking on it.

The orcs and z-worms are tired, and their combat efficiency begins to decline, so the advantage brought by quantity becomes more important. The overall situation of this battle has been determined, and the z-worms have divided orcs into orcs, just like an ant breaking up large pieces of food into small pieces and then slowly harvesting them. Countless new jumping dogs keep rushing out of the gene pool to join the battle, and the orcs' support has been cut off.

It is only a matter of time to eliminate them, and it is only a matter of time to clear out a road to the Doomsday Volcano. Zhao Mai couldn't help but look in the direction of the evil black tower, guessing if Zoro had any other means.

"Zhao Mai, someone is here to find you. It is Saruman, Thrandis and Zeratu. Gardener Long brought them." Xiaohua lay in Zhao Mai's ear and whispered: "Do you have to be careful? Saruman has always wanted the Supreme Lord of the Ring. Will it be dangerous for him to see Frodo?"

"It's very likely." Zhao Mai nodded. "They come to me, it doesn't make sense if I don't go to see you. You and the reserve grain are optimistic about Frodo, be careful."

Saruman was still wearing a white robe and leaning on a black staff in his hand. His long beard was floating, and his thick black eyebrows could not cover the sorrow in his eyes. "Tverdo, we meet again."

"Aren't you going to stay in Dogurdu? Why did you run to Mordor? You haven't forgotten what I said. Either don't interfere or stand in the same camp as me, otherwise I will never forgive you."

"You are still so aggressive, this is not a good sign," Saruman leaned on his staff and shook his head slowly: "It's not that I want to see you, but that I have to come here. These two star elves are the ones who want to see you."
Chapter completed!