Journey of the Infinite Wizard

In the north, in the great plain not far from Angband. Fast updates and no ads. Here, there used to be a beautiful grassland full of vitality and greenery. Its name is Adgaran.

However, the black smoke and poisonous gas sweeping from the Iron Mountains in the north turned this beautiful Ardjalan Plain into a forbidden area for life and an absolute domain for death. From then on, future generations and future generations can only find the beauty that once belonged to Adgaran from the classics. Now, there are two rays of light, one is as scarlet as blood, and the other is as bright as the sun. They were colliding with each other quickly, and if they got closer, they could clearly see the two figures wrapped in light.

One wears black and red intersecting armor, with black hair and red eyes, with a sinister aura. One, wearing a hunting suit, a green cloak, brown hair and beard, is awe-inspiring and inviolable. One of them holds a long sword and the other a short dagger. The combat skills between each other are dazzling. Their fierce battles can always turn the earth into pits and messes. They fought for a long time, fighting from the north to the west, from the west to the south, and then to the east again. They seemed indefatigable, and both sides had given their all. The unquenchable fire throbbed and burned in their mutual souls.

A tyrannical power, or a tyrannical power that can move mountains and seas, and destroy heaven and earth, has brought extremely heavy pain and disaster to Arda, all things and all living beings. The world was terrified by the battle between them, the stars, the sun and the moon hid early, and everything was trembling with fear. Occasionally, with a sharp arrow across the sky, it will be accompanied by thunder and lightning. And with a burst of cold sword energy, the sky seemed to be split into two. When it hits the mountains, the mountains will be low; when it hits the earth, the earth will bleed for it; when it hits all living beings, all living beings will die for it.

The unquenchable fire has already burned to its most violent moment, and even the land of Middle-earth can hardly suppress them completely. The entire Western Continent groaned and wailed incessantly during their fierce struggle. Everything weeps for this, and intelligent beings witness and record it. To commemorate, or be vigilant to future generations, the unprecedented and rare battle at this moment.

Ilphas followed them sadly and weeping, tears streaming from his large eyes full of wisdom. When the drops fell on the ground, it seemed to have turned into diamonds and beautiful jade. His mournful and painful cry spread throughout the western land. All intelligent beings, or common beasts, and ordinary trees, also felt the sorrow and pain of Ilphas' heart. He kept following the two people who were fighting fiercely, looking at his master's back, and weeping unceasingly. So much so that tears of blood flowed. The blood and tears fell on the earth, grasslands, forests, lakes, and mountains, turning into blood-colored flowers or plants. He was once blessed and canonized by Vera. He has such a magical power. Through his pain and sorrow, he turned into a sad species to mourn the fall of his master.

And the Eswell elves kept chasing after their king, looking at the evil figure, they felt extremely painful in their hearts. Their king fell, and fell under the plot of Morgoth. The Elven King who beheaded the body of the Lord of Darkness, Morgoth, fell into the camp of darkness and evil. At this moment, the Eswell elves didn't know whether to laugh or be sad. They are incomparably at a loss, should they continue to follow the monarch's fall, or...help Navela, subdue the spiritual belief in their hearts, the only elf king, so that he can escape from evil? The Eswell elves don't know, and they don't know, it's hard for them to make a choice between the dilemmas!

"Yiningville, have you seen it?" Vala Oromy pointed to the weeping Irphas, and then to the dazed Isweil elves in the distance, and he tried his last persuasion: "Could it be that you want to let Worried about your relatives, continue to worry?" He pointed to the north again, "Don't tell me you want Melkor to sit on the throne of Angband,

Laughing at the tragic fight between you and me? Do you want to see this beautiful western land, the land where your relatives and all living things live and settle, sinking into the vast ocean in the battle between you and me? He roared hoarsely, "Wake up, Yiningville!" "However, what answered him was the evil Kunguhar with a bloody sword.

And in Angband, things were indeed as Oromy said, the soul of Morgoth, the sphere of soul exuding endless black light and evil spirit, was constantly laughing heartily one after another. Afterwards, this group of souls turned into a vague human form and sat on the Iron Throne. There was no Iron Crown upon his head, nor was there any in Angband. The crown had long since died on the battlefields of the North with the death of the only physical form. He didn't dare to take it at all, and the army and servants under his command didn't dare to go there either. I can only let the crown be left there. In front of Morgoth, there was a mirror screen, which showed the fierce battle between Oromy and Jiang Ning.

He laughed, pointed at the mirror, and said to Sauron and Gothmog beside him, "Did you see it? This is Valar who admires the beauty of the elves, Orome, the leader of the gods, and now he They are fighting fiercely with their favorite elves. I chose to infuse the inextinguishable fire, along with darkness and evil, into the body of Yiningweier. It was indeed the right choice. Mi, fighting to such an extent! It's beyond my expectation!"

"Congratulations, the great master of darkness, the master of all things, the king of Arda..." Sauron raised his head and said, "Yiningville has sunk into darkness, and I seem to see all things and Arda surrendering at your feet, the master. Or you, and despise Vera. The undead land full of brilliance will also completely fall into darkness and cannot extricate itself!"

Morgoth was extremely satisfied with Sauron's flattery. He laughed, with a willful gesture of pointing the country, "Yiningville has been surrendered by me, so it must be quite lively in Valinor at this moment." He also said: " Humph, those Valar who imprisoned me and turned their backs on me, they will soon taste the bitter fruit they planted themselves. Think about it, the beauty of the elves they love has devoted themselves to darkness and dedication to evil. What an irony! Those elves in the west, they will also witness how their kingdoms are conquered one by one by their relatives! The children of Iluvita in the west are bound to perish. And in the Immortal Land The remnants of the evil will surely be annihilated in history in the attack of Yiningville, and reduced to ashes and dust!"

"Master, at that time, you will be crowned the Lord of all beings, the God of all things, and the king of Asia in Teniquetil in Valinor." Sauron described a bright future, "At that time, even Iluvi Tower, will certainly retreat under your master's soldiers, and will not dare to confront you!"

Morgoth kept snorting coldly, "Hmph, what's the grand movement of creation?" He raised his arms exuding endless black light and evil, "I will definitely let Yiya fall into the flames of war, where the endless Burned by the flames and nourished by the blood, create a brand new universe again!"

"Master, we firmly believe that this day will come soon!"