Chapter 217 The Prime Minister’s Invitation

Hua La——

The portal swung particles, and Levi's figure disappeared from Middle-earth and came to the hot hell.

The new hell highway...

"Another liver-consuming project."

The distance from Gondor to Wayside Castle, or from Gondor to Dale City is about the same as that from Wayside Castle to Dale City. If you want to build a hell highway to any one of them, it will take at least a month even if you don't do anything else.

It's far and laborious, but worth it.

Wayside Castle, Dale City, Gondor, when the hell highways of these three territories are all built, Levi can achieve the true sense of appearing and disappearing.

Set up a few more territories between these three parties and open a few hell gates, then he can reach anywhere in the western and northern parts of Middle-earth within one day.

Drink with dwarves in Lonely Mountain today, go shopping in Gondor tomorrow, go back to Wayside Castle for dinner in the afternoon after shopping in the morning, and go to Orthanc Tower to ask Saruman if he is asleep in the middle of the night after dinner.

This speed is ridiculous, faster than the high-speed rail.

After planning the route of the Hell Expressway, Levi rubbed his head, marked the coordinates of this Hell Gate, and did not stay in Hell for long.

Now there are not many materials on him, so he still has to go back to the side fort before continuing to the next step.

Through the Hell Gate, Levi returned to Gondor's underground fortress again.

After a few days of repairs, the space here is already quite large, with all kinds of facilities and a complete agricultural cycle production system. In theory, it can be used as a long-term underground living point, no less than the dwarves' buildings.

"Let's do this for now."

There are many things that can be done at this intersection, but there is no rush.

After putting some decorative weapon racks and armor racks, and putting weapons and armor that can actually be used for combat on them, Levi climbed to the surface along the passage and felt the sun again.

Today's intersection is also quite peaceful.

Just as the Uruk leader said, from then on, all the orcs and wargs under his control never approached this side again, and some unruly orcs would be persuaded to go back by the Uruk leader with fists and butcher knives.

Due to Levi's existence, they were forced to disperse to the wilderness on both sides, away from the capital of Gondor.

For a while, the direct confrontation between Gondor and Mordor had a tendency to pause...

-At least before Sauron gave a clear order in person, this superficial peace would continue.

Minas Morgul.

Inside the tower, the Witch King sat in his seat in silence, thinking about the news sent back by the spies, and had no reaction for a long time.

There is a problem.

The two guys fighting at the crossroads, one man and one Ringwraith, probably didn't use their full strength.

When that guy hadn't become a Ringwraith, his performance was much more terrifying than now, and he almost threatened his master.

What a pity.

After becoming a Ringwraith, everyone, including his own soul, inevitably weakened and corrupted until he became a real ghost.

Transformed from a human to a Ringwraith, he gained the undead characteristics of being able to shuttle through the shadows and revive infinitely, as well as being able to use a lot of black magic naturally, and also had a fear aura.

The overall strength was much stronger, but the soul strength became lower.

Perhaps it was still much stronger than ordinary people and even most of the kings among humans, but it was definitely not as good as his peak period before his death.

"He failed."

Just as the Witch King sat still and fell into deep thought, another Ringwraith flashed and appeared.

The soul of this Ringwraith was taller and more sturdy than the other Ringwraiths, and it was obviously a very powerful warrior in his lifetime.

"As expected."

The Witch King only replied briefly.

"Are you still going to fight by yourself?"

"It doesn't make any sense."

The Witch King shook his head.

"Are you willing?"

The tall Ringwraith asked.

"Then you go?"

The Witch King asked back.

The hall returned to silence.

"We can go together with nine of us. He won't be able to hold on."

"Maybe so."

Nine of us are going together, and at the gate of Mordor. This time, there is no wizard's help and no elves' interference. If we fight carefully, we may have a chance...

"But, the master didn't order it."

Not right.

After thinking with his rotten brain, the Witch King chose to retreat.

If he really did so, it would easily cause some chain reactions, and Mordor and its allies would suffer the most.

The Ringwraiths of His Highness were silent for a while, without saying a word.

After a while, he retreated into the shadows and disappeared into the darkness.

Silence enveloped the tower again.

The Witch King's scarlet eyes flickered slightly from under his hideous armor.

The last person who could insult him like this was Glorfindel, the elf who returned from Valinor in Rivendell.

In 1975 of the Third Age, the Battle of Fornost broke out, and the Witch King invaded the Kingdom of Arnor in the north with the army of Angmar.

In that battle, the Witch King personally challenged Eärnur and scared his horse away, making him quite embarrassed. This battle became a stain on Eärnur and the reason why he could not stand the provocation and went to Morgul alone to fight the Witch King.

When people in later generations mentioned this incident, they only knew that the Witch King scared away Eärnur's mount and humiliated him, but they always forgot to mention another thing.

That was Glorfindel, who was also present when Glorfindel led the army of Rivendell to support Arnor.

And as soon as he appeared, he just ran over on horseback and scared the Witch King away before the battle, causing him to escape into darkness and not dare to appear again during the entire battle.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight, it's that he really can't fight.

That was the Elf Lord of the First Age who had returned from Valinor and had the combat power of a Balrog.

Although Glorfindel now lives in Rivendell and obeys Elrond's command and orders, his status is no lower than anyone in Middle-earth.

If you have to make an analogy, he is like a sweeping monk in Middle-earth.

In fact, if he is placed at a crossroads, his role may be similar to that of Levi.

If it was Glorfindel who came...

The Witch King couldn't help but imagine it, and then quickly erased the idea from his mind.

Why do you always think about these bad things?

It's enough for that person to be here. If the two of them get together, how can they launch a general attack on Mordor?

But fortunately, the elf never steps out of Rivendell when he has nothing to do, and looks like he will stay in Rivendell until the world is destroyed.

Unlike the so-called Lord of the Free Cities, who can abandon so many territories and run out to wander around every day, you can see him everywhere.

But when you really want to find him, you can't find him.

——You can see him everywhere, but you can't find him anywhere.

The rangers at the crossroads also have a deep understanding of the Witch King's feelings.

"My Lord!"

When Levi climbed to the surface, two rangers suddenly jumped out of the bushes, which scared him so much that he almost drew his sword.

"We have been following your footsteps for many days, but we have never been able to find you."

As soon as they met, the two rangers were extremely excited.

"Ahem, um, it's the ranger of Gondor, what's the matter?" Levi took a deep breath and calmed down.

These guys are scarier than the Ringwraiths and Balrogs.

"Can you please sign here..."

One of the rangers took two steps forward with his cloak, and the next second he was covered by another older ranger's mouth and forced to mute.