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Chapter 1593: The War of Words in the Doomsday Volcano
Withered evening star petals floated in the air of the reception room, which was illuminated by twelve mithril lamps, but the star stones in three of them had shattered into gray fragments.

The condition of the Elf Queen was obviously much worse than Liu Yu expected. In the movie, Galadriel was radiating light when she first appeared. It was the light of the holy tree, or even a variant of the light of the soul. And her beautiful face remained hazy, extremely elegant and mysterious.

Galadriel looked haggard at this moment. Her golden hair, which once carried the blessing of the Valar, had faded to flaxen without any care. The ends of her hair curled in burnt curves like dry grass in autumn and winter.

Although Galadriel still possessed a charm far beyond that of ordinary people, anyone could see that she was already at the end of her strength.

"I'm sorry, Reincarnator from the Lord's Space, I no longer have the extra strength to bless you. Now that Middle-earth is in the midst of war, the light of the Holy Tree that remains in my heart has been covered by darkness. My heart is extremely tired and I can't even provide any help. If you want to defeat the darkness, then go to Rohan or Gondor."

Galadriel went straight to the point and said she was going to close the door and refuse visitors.

'This is progressing too fast. Damn it. Could it be that there are too many reincarnations coming here to ask Galadriel for blessings and props, and Galadriel has been drained of energy? Stop! I'm thinking of some ridiculous nonsense. Calm down. '

Liu Yu took a deep breath and said to Galadriel: "Queen, we are not here to seek blessings, but we hope that you can help us find the whereabouts of Smaug, the Fire Tyrant, the dragon that destroyed the Battle of Five Armies. We originally wanted to find the Grey Wizard Gandalf, but his whereabouts were uncertain, so we can only look for Your Majesty. The three rings of the elves should be connected to each other, right?"

"Fire Tyrant?"

Galadriel was obviously a little surprised by Liu Yu's words. Because the famous Fire Tyrant had disappeared for hundreds of years, the Battle of Five Armies had already ended, and now Sauron was gathering his old men in Mordor to guide Morgoth back. The Middle-earth was in the midst of war, and all these factors combined had led to no one caring about the dragon that had disappeared for a long time.

Even though the dragon once had a great reputation, it has become an outdated legend after not appearing in the world for many years. Times are changing. Although the elves, who are immortal, still spread the legend of the Fire Tyrant, humans, who are short-lived, no longer delve into the most vicious fire-breathing dragon in Middle-earth. The more terrifying darkness is swallowing them, making them tired and unable to sing the ancient past.

"I can provide you with Gandalf's whereabouts, but no matter why you are looking for Gandalf, please do not interfere with what he is doing now. If Gandalf is in trouble, I need you to help him. This is my request, and it is also the price you need to pay."

Galadriel walked down from the throne and came directly in front of the four people. Her words were also very straightforward, and she directly asked the four people to swear an oath.

Liu Yu didn't think much about it, and when he was about to take the lead in swearing, he was interrupted by a strange cry.

Zhang Heng, who had been puffing his hair out, suddenly let out a strange cry and reached out to grab Galadriel's hand, or to be exact, the water ring on Galadriel's hand.

"Zhang Heng, come back!" Zhang Heng hadn't caused any trouble to the three of them along the way, but they never thought that they were planning to have a big fight here.

No one expected that Zhang Heng would do this. When Zhang Heng's hand grasped the Ring of Water on Galadriel's finger, Sauron, who was far away in Mordor, suddenly let out a scream filled with fear.

The Eye of Sauron, which should have stood here and become a symbol of Sauron's evil power, has now been transformed into a horrific creation full of the style of the lower plane. Sauron, whose physical body should have been destroyed by humans and elves at the end of the Second Age, is now sitting intact on the throne.

Sauron's screams pierced through the entire Mordor, and he stood up suddenly, even falling to the ground because of the great force of standing up. This dark lord who brought endless war, death, and disaster to Middle-earth, who once followed Melkor Morgoth, the leader of Melkor's Legion of Saints, and the famous Maiar in Middle-earth, was now full of fear.

A weak voice accompanied by a blazing air wave came from below the Fortress of Doom. He totally ignored the fact that he was a prisoner in his weak state, and laughed wantonly at the jailer who was guarding him: "Sauron, I heard your scream like someone's toes were stepped on! Hahahaha, what happened? Tell me and make me happy!"

Soran snorted coldly, but did not activate the formation to torture his prisoners as he had done in the past.

Things have taken a dramatic turn, and he needs to think about whether being loyal to his master can still provide him with enough benefits.

"What? Where are those tricks from today? Why aren't you coming? Are you really scared to the point of peeing your pants? Hahahaha."

At the core of the Doomsday Volcano, a fire dragon emitting endless heat waves was imprisoned. This most vicious fire-breathing dragon only had one intact part of its body, which was its head, but the integrity of this head was extremely high.

Countless chains penetrated the broken dragon body, continuously drawing extremely high-level fire energy from them and infusing it into the Doomsday Volcano, making this Doomsday land, which already had extremely hot lava, even hotter. Because it was too hot, the original dark evil aura was even dispelled a lot.

Soran frowned. Under normal circumstances, he would have used the torture formation he got from the lower plane to shut that guy up.

The residents of the lower planes are best at torture. From an ordinary life to a saint who has condensed the holy way, there are corresponding plans. Wasn't Rose, the ancestor of the drow elves who cooperated with Melkor, tortured for billions of years and finally completely collapsed?
The things in his hand were passed down from the Lord of the Void. In the prehistoric era, the Lord of the Void had the means to make a high saint collapse. However, the Lord of the Void's inheritance was cut off at the end of the prehistoric era. Now the Lord of the Void in the abyss and the three-headed demon in hell were both born in the human calendar.

"Fire Tyrant, hand over the Heart of the Mountain, and my previous promise still stands!"

(End of this chapter)