Journey of the Infinite Wizard

Following Fingolfin's voice of challenge, his roar and his determination, accompanied by that awe-inspiring figure. m.. Standing in the center of the battlefield surrounded by countless half-orcs, at this moment, his courage and determination made even the half-orcs, who were also enemies, feel admiration. As a result, the fighting ended naturally. Whether it was an elf or a half-orc, they spontaneously stopped fighting at this moment. Therefore, their gazes turned to Fingolfin in the field and Morgoth who had been sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai all the time.

Morgoth was always in awe of Vera in his heart, he was afraid of Vera. Fear them, dread them. This kind of fear and fear, even at the moment when his power is almost completely dissipated, has been raised to an almost extreme level. In this war, Morgoth didn't want to appear in person, but for some reason, Morgoth mustered up the courage to appear on the battlefield again. His figure was always looking at the overall situation, and proudly looked at the struggling figure of the elves who were trapped in the siege under his command and tried to break out of the encirclement. This kind of scene, which seemed to be watching a drama "story", made Morgoth very interesting. He looked at Iluvita's children proudly and contemptuously, the expression of struggling and dying, which made him extremely happy. But when he heard of Fingolfin's challenge, which seemed to him almost beyond his control, Morgoth's heart was filled with rage, and he did not want to answer his challenge, yet in the face of his army he must Respond, otherwise, it would be a serious blow to his prestige.

Even if he created them, he still had to maintain enough prestige and majesty. Especially when his power is almost exhausted now and the betrayal from Ugoliant, this makes Morgoth alert himself. So he answered Fingolfin's challenge! His tall and burly body stood up slowly, his buttocks left the throne, the iron crown on his head, and the three Elf Silmarils inlaid on it are the root of all disasters!

As he got up, as he responded, whether it was elves, humans, dwarves or half-orcs, their eyes turned to Fingolfin and Morgoth. The half-orcs surrounding Fingolfin spontaneously formed a circle, leaving enough space for the two heads-up to move around. With the sound of rattling metal friction, Morgoth's tall body of more than two meters walked towards the field step by step. In his right hand, he held a sharp-edged sledgehammer, and the pitch-black helmet and visor prevented Fingolfin from seeing his face clearly. However, Fingolfin looked at the top of his head, the three Silmarils inlaid on the Iron Crown!

This is the wealth of the Noldor, the brainchild of the wisest of the Noldor. At the same time, it is also the glory of the Noldor tribe. Especially after the era of the collapse and death of the Two Holy Trees, no one will be able to forge the peerless Silmarillion again. Even with the Silmarils on Morgoth's head, Kundi's development and accumulation of thousands of years only gave birth to five! Two of them, originally belonging to one body, were separated by its forger. One is cast into a magic ring with powerful power, and the other is inlaid in the end handle of the sword Kunguhar, which enhances the power of the sword. In addition, there are three Silmarils forged by Fernor. But they were all taken by Morgoth, and are now ornaments of his kingship, which he adorns his crown.

"Second son of Finwe, you have the courage to challenge me!" Morgoth's tall body came slowly, with the sound of weapons and armor rubbing as it moved. "You want to see your father and brother, I will help you!"

Fingolfin jumped off his horse. He held his sword Ringil tightly, took off his cloak, and walked towards Morgoth step by step, "Morgoth, enemy of darkness, enemy of the Noldor, I will kill you today." Ringil Pointing to Morgoth, "The Silmaril which you took away by despicable means must return to the Noldor, and the elder brother whom you lied to and finally died, and the strict father who you killed, today their blood debt It must be repaid by you!"

"Fingolfin, you overestimate yourself, today's battle,

You are just following the path of your father and brother. After that, Morgoth ran towards Fingolfin fiercely with an iron hammer. Fingolfin took off the shield on the side of the horse, held the shield in his left hand and the sword Rinjill in his right, and faced Morgoth without fear. As the moment when the two sides met, the hammer in the hand of Morgoth slammed down on Fingolfin with a mighty and irresistible momentum. Fingolfin's left hand raised the shield to resist the blow of Morgoth, and only heard a sound. There was a loud sound of metal impact, and Fingolfin knelt down on one knee involuntarily. After fighting for a long time, he almost exhausted his physical strength. In a head-to-head confrontation, he was no match for Morgoth, who had been recuperating for a long time. Fingolfin offered little resistance under Morgoth's siege.

Following Morgoth's battle cry, the hammer in his right hand continued to slam down, and Fingolfin fell to the ground and kept resisting with his shield. However, under the blow of Morgoth, he could only resist in embarrassment.

"Die!"

Morgoth yelled angrily, and with all his strength, smashed down the hammer in his hand. At this time, Fingolfin evaded instantly, but Morgoth had been prepared and kicked Fingolfin away with a brazen kick. The shield was dropped in an instant, and Fingolfin, who fell to the ground, vomited blood. He was very tired. Holding on to the remaining physical strength, he struggled to stand up, but failed several times. And Morgoth also walked to Fingolfin's side, raised the hammer in his hand, and smashed Fingolfin's back. Fingolfin let out a scream and almost passed out, the blood from his mouth kept spitting out, and his breath was like gossamer. Seeing this army of elves in the rear, they rushed forward and fought restlessly in an instant, and the battle started again. Fingolfin's son, Fingon, tried his best to charge, but the horse wanted to have an impact but did not have enough room to move and accelerate. Fingon got off his horse helplessly, and the sword in his hand kept slashing at the orcs who were blocking him, and the cavalry around him. There is also a sample of blood to help him slash orcs and clear the way for him to move forward.

Fingolfin, who was dying, looked at his son who was constantly rushing with anger, the brilliance in his eyes almost dimmed. He heard the sound of metal rubbing in his ears again, and turned his head to look hard, but saw Morgoth's raised hammer. At this moment, a force came from nowhere in his body, he rolled violently to avoid Morgoth's fatal attack, his right hand instantly grabbed Ringier, and slashed fiercely on Morgoth's left foot. The pitch-black blood flowed like ink in an instant, and Morgoth howled in pain, taking a few steps back unsteadily. And Fingolfin quickly got up, and Ringier in his hand once again left seven or eight wounds on Morgoth's body. The morale of the elf army was boosted.

Immediately afterwards, Fingolfin slashed at Morgoth's head with a sword, and the latter immediately recovered his senses and blocked Fingolfin's attack with his left arm armor. At the same time, the hammer in his right hand slammed into Fingolfin's chest with an unstoppable momentum. A very dull voice sounded, and no matter whether it was a half-orc or an elf, it was obvious that Fingolfin's chest had collapsed in a large piece. Fingolfin, who was knocked to the ground, didn't have the strength to stand up anymore. He was so angry that he spat out blood foam with fleshy lumps in his mouth. His eyes, which were originally bright and energetic, gradually dimmed at this moment. With his breath gone, Fingolfin died, and the High King of the Noldor fell!

With Fingolfin's fall, there was a shower of rain in the sky, and a series of meteors slid across the sky. Manwë, Varda, and the Valar were heartbroken for Fingolfin's death.

Morgoth's left leg, the wound left by Fingolfin, will never get better in the years to come. Morgoth was so enraged that he became crippled and never healed, and seized Fingolfin's body to throw him to the worgs to devour. However, at this time, Thorondor, the king of the eagles, came in time, and his sharp claws grabbed Morgoth's face severely and scratched his face. Thorondor then retrieved Fingolfin's body and led him away from the battle.