The first thousand three hundred and sixty chapters have always been degenerate
Gandalf's hand holding his beard stopped moving. He had no idea what was going on in Mordor. He was sent down by the people above in a daze and had no idea what the specific mission was.
In the past, he had a script and just acted according to it.
It didn't work this time. The people above were hesitant and didn't even have a prediction for reference.
Facing the hopeful eyes, Gandalf coughed lightly. As a mature Maia, such a small situation would not trouble him at all.
"The changes in Mordor have nothing to do with Sauron, I am absolutely sure of this."
Gandalf smiled like a wise old man and slapped the crystal ball to reveal a close-up view of Mount Doom. He pointed at the devil's face with a ferocious smile and said: "The era of Sauron has ended, and a new darkness has begun.
, this is another test for the human race and Middle-earth... Bah, bah, bah... As long as we unite... Jiliguala... the evil will eventually disappear... Bilibili..."
Except for the sentence 'Sauron' at the beginning, the rest is a lot of nonsense, which perfectly explains the core of the word 'meeting'.
But nonsense is nonsense, Gandalf spoke sharply, and his mobilization work was extremely good. After his sudden... processing and exaggeration, everyone in the meeting hall was excited, banging the tables and benches, wanting to show off with Mordor.
"I've been talking nonsense for a long time, and not a word of it is on point. You know so much, tell me who the enemy is!"
Amidst the sound of hot blood, a pot of strange yin and yang energy was poured down, and everyone looked over in annoyance, standing dumbfounded.
At some point, a figure covered in black robes stood in front of the window. Judging from the posture of leaning on the wall, it seemed that he had been there for a while.
Clang!xN
The sword was unsheathed, the sturdy Gondorian drew his weapon and slowly surrounded the black shadow.
Gandalf is no exception. He holds his staff horizontally in one hand and holds the crystal ball tightly in his other hand, ready to throw it.
Saruman: "..."
The mysterious man covered in black robe is Russell, who sent Bruce and Coulson to have fun in Middle-earth.
It is not easy to enter this world. He has always wanted to come here before, but he has not made up his mind because Middle-earth is its own continent and has its own creator god Ilúvatar.
Ilúvatar, the 'father of all living things', created the main god, and then came the sub-god-level Maia, or angels and apostles.
Using himself to save others and referring to the authority of his own Creator God to do whatever he wants, Russell estimated that in the world of Middle-earth, Ilúvatar would probably not be his opponent. If the other party had ideas, he would be very likely to attack.
It is important to be on guard against others, so Russell threw a clone in. Because his level was too high, Ilúvatar noticed it immediately, and the two had a friendly meeting.
It was indeed very friendly. Ilúvatar was full of curiosity and did not express any aggression. When he learned that Russell was here to have fun, he said that it was not a big problem and that Gandalf could use it as he pleased.
What, you said that the God of Creation can't be so boring?
Then you are too naive. They are also the gods of creation. Russell said that their group is boring, far beyond ordinary people's imagination!
In this way, things went very smoothly. The volcano of Doom was rekindled, darkness reappeared in the world, and Gandalf was thrown down by his immediate boss.
"Everyone, calm down, someone will get hurt, but it will definitely not be me."
Russell ignored the swords around him and saw that the encirclement was still shrinking. He had no choice but to apologize and use his killer weapon. He waved away the black robe with both hands and brought out an unconscious young man.
The boy is about ten years old. Judging from his appearance, as long as he doesn't become disabled in the future, he will definitely be the type to make women smile from ear to ear.
To be more exaggerated, it would be easy to bend some men.
"Eldarion!!"
Arwen's face instantly turned pale when he saw the hostage in Russell's hand. The boy was her and Aragorn's son, the first crown prince of the Kingdom of Gondor.
second……
There will be several princesses in the future, but they have not yet been released from the factory.
"Prince Eldarion!!!"
"Hurry and put the prince down, I will be your hostage."
"..."
After seeing the hostage's appearance clearly, the group of people lowered their weapons subconsciously, and Gandalf, who was about to use the flying props, also stopped throwing.
Saruman: "..."
He is so difficult!
"Neighbors of Gondor, my name is Satan, and I come from Mordor next door. I just came to say hello today, and I don't mean any harm. I'm ashamed to say that, even though I'm dressed in black and kidnapped your crown prince, I'm actually not a good person."
Russell stuffed Eldarion into the black robe, and the black mist covered his face with two red lights: "I am not very interested in war, and I hate destruction and killing. To rebuild Mordor, I just want to create a world of common prosperity and let people
People live and work in peace and contentment and work together for a better tomorrow."
"..."xN
Everyone in the meeting hall had serious faces. From what they heard from the new devil, they knew that he was much more difficult to deal with than Sauron.
"The coal and iron ore reserves in Mordor are astonishing. In the next few years, after the infrastructure construction is completed, the industrial level will develop at an extraordinary speed. Today I would like to say hello and let the poor neighbors stay in peace and not start a war because of wealth..."
Russell said in a tone of begging for peace: "I also hope that after Gondor becomes rich, Gondor will not restrict population mobility. After all, Mordor is all about money, and it is really short of people."
N: I don’t understand!
Saruman: Got it!
"That's it, I'm done. Let's continue the meeting as if I've been here."
Russell turned around and jumped onto the window sill, turned around and warned: "As a friendly reminder, if you want to start a war, Mordor is not easy to bully. Many people will die by then. Be sure to think carefully before making a decision."
"Wait a minute, leave Eldarion behind. If you really want peace, bring sincerity, not threats."
Seeing that Russell was about to get out of the way, Aragorn immediately spoke out, raised his hand and pressed the hilt of the sword, his eyes filled with anger.
"Leave Eldarion here and I will be your hostage."
Alvin was eager to exchange hostages.
"I'm afraid this won't work. I'm so good. Queen, if you go with me, I'm afraid that in a few days, King Eliza won't be able to remember who he is."
Russell waved his hand and refused. After not seeing him for a while, Alwin actually wanted to seduce him. Sure enough, he was used to the human world and turned into a fallen elf.
"As for the safety of the prince, you can rest assured. I see that he is talented and can be made into a talent, and I am ready to train him to be the heir of Mordor."
Russell told the truth without any deception: "Of course, if you must exchange the prince back, it's not impossible..."
"What do you want?"
Aragorn held the sword hilt tightly and gritted his teeth.
"Let me think about it..."
Russell touched his chin and said after a while: "The prince has a distinguished status. Is it not too much to exchange for a hundred elf beauties?"
"..."xN
And he said he was good...oh, you didn't say that!
Everyone was stunned and speechless. They asked the human kingdom for the beauty of the elves. Are they planning to provoke a war between the humans and the elves?
Aragorn and others were not the same. Gandalf, Boromir, and Arwen all felt that the mysterious man in black robes who called himself Satan seemed familiar, but the possibility was too low, so they did not dare to approach him.
"It is indeed a bit difficult. Although the prince is valuable, the elves are not good at it. It is almost impossible for Gondor to go to war with them. It is even more impossible to expect the elves to hand over a hundred beauties on their own initiative..."
Russell shrugged: "But what does this have to do with me? You should think about it slowly."
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped out of the window and his body disintegrated into countless black bats. The black mass circled in the sky above Minas Tirith and flew straight towards Mount Doom.
Gandalf was chased by a giant eagle, but returned a moment later with a bruised face and a bruised face. Not only that, he also lost his personal weapon Saruman.
Their flesh and blood were taken captive, and Arwen shed tears of grief. Aragorn comforted him and gathered his energy to reconvene the meeting.
The new generation of demon king Satan is coming menacingly. According to a mature Maia real hammer, its strength is far more powerful than the demon king Sauron. The Kingdom of Gondor alone cannot defeat such a powerful enemy. The power of dwarves and elves must be united.
"The dwarves are fine, but the elves..."
Aragorn frowned. The human era has arrived. Although there are elves left in Middle-earth, expecting them to send troops is nothing more than a dream.
He didn't count on the elves in the first place, so he was thankful that he could send someone to attend the meeting.
Having said this, he looked at Gandalf, and experience told him that in every critical moment, Gandalf always had a way.
"I'm going to find reinforcements!"
The situation is unclear, fighting to the death is equivalent to death, so it is not advisable, so the only option is to hold together for warmth.
Gandalf used the tried-and-tested tactic of swaying people. It is not known what the strength of the troops in Mordor is. Considering the beginning of the mutation, the number of soldiers will not be as overwhelming as Sauron's once was.
From another perspective, war wastes people and money, so organizing a group of strong men to carry out beheading tactics is the best way.
There are not many powerful people in Middle-earth, but in the west across the ocean, on the land called ‘Aman’, there are many powerful elves living there.
Gandalf touched his old face. If he went there shamelessly, he might be able to pull over a few who could fight, such as Galadriel and Elrond.
Elrond's grandson was robbed by the Demon King, so it's not a big problem to ask him for help. He may also provide hundreds of high-level soldiers.
As for Galadriel...
It's not Gandalf's boast. As far as his relationship with Galadriel is concerned, as long as Celeborn doesn't catch her on the spot and trick her into traveling to Middle-earth, it won't be a big problem.
Besides, Elrond is Galadriel's son-in-law, and she also has a share in his great-grandson, so there is no reason to ignore him.
Thinking of this, Gandalf showed a wise smile, and the experts gathered together, feeling that this was a sure thing.
"Aragorn, please be patient. You continue to take charge of the overall situation. I will come back before the meeting..."
Gandalf mounted the giant eagle, his voice gradually became quieter, and he flew straight to the west.
…
Doomsday volcano!
Russell waved his hand and scattered a piece of the Demon King's Palace, shook out Saruman's soul from the crystal ball, and reshaped his body with mud and water.
"You...you, do we know each other?"
After regaining his body, Saruman was puzzled, but his intuition told him that there must be some relationship between the two.
"Ah, it's me."
Russell pulled down the hood of his black robe, and the familiar face made Saruman marvel.
"What's going on? Are you as depraved as Sauron?"
In Saruman's inherent impression, Russell seemed to be of the same race and was also a Maia who had descended into the world, but he did not recognize her.
"That's you, I'm not corrupted."
"..."
Saruman: That's right, you have always been quite depraved.