Chapter 217 The Prime Minister's Invitation

Crash——

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

The new Hell Highway...

"It's another laborious project."

The distance from Gondor to Wayside Fort, or from Gondor to Dale City is about the same as that from Wayside Fort to Dale City. If you want to build a Hell Highway to either side, it will take at least a month even if you don't do anything else.

It's far and tiring, but worth it.

Roadside Castle, Riverdale City, Gondor, when the hell highways of these three territories are all completed, Levi will be able to appear and disappear at will in the true sense of the word.

If he sets up a few more territories among these three parties and opens a few more Hell Gates, he will be able to reach anywhere in the western and northern parts of Middle-earth within a day.

I can drink with the dwarves in Lonely Mountain today, and go shopping in Gondor tomorrow. After shopping in the morning, I can go back to the Fortress for dinner in the afternoon. After dinner, if I have nothing to do late at night, I can go to the Tower of Orthanc to ask Saruman if he is asleep.

This speed is outrageous to think about, it's faster than the high-speed rail.

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

I don’t have many materials on me now, so I have to go back to the side fort before I can proceed to the next step.

Through the gate of hell, Levi returned to the underground fortress of Gondor again.

After several days of repair, the space here is now quite large, with a full range of facilities and a complete agricultural circular production system. In theory, it can be used as a long-term underground living area, no less than the dwarves' buildings.

"That'll be it for now."

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

After casually placing some decorative weapon racks and armor racks, and placing weapons and armor that could actually be used in combat on top, Levi climbed down the passage to the surface and felt the sunlight again.

The intersection was also fairly peaceful today.

Just as the Uruk chieftain had said, from then on, all the orcs and wargs under his jurisdiction never came here again, and some unruly Orcs were persuaded to go back by the Uruk chieftain with his fists and butcher knives.

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

For a while, the direct confrontation between Gondor and Mordor seemed to be on hold...

——At least this superficial peace will continue until Sauron gives a clear order in person.

Minas Morgul.

Inside the tower, the Witch King sat silently in his seat, thinking about the news sent back by his spies, and did not react 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.

Back when that guy hadn't turned into a Ringwraith, he was much more terrifying than he is now, and he almost threatened his master.

What a pity.

After becoming a Ringwraith, all people, even their own souls, will inevitably decay and corrupt until they become true ghosts.

After transforming from a human into a Ringwraith, they gained the immortal characteristics of being able to travel in the shadows and resurrect infinitely, as well as the ability to naturally use a lot of black magic and have an aura of fear.

The overall strength has increased a lot, but the soul strength has decreased.

Perhaps he is still much stronger than ordinary people and even most kings among humans, but he is definitely not as strong as he was in his prime.

“He failed.”

As the Witch-King sat still, lost in thought, another Ringwraith flashed into view.

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

“As expected.”

The Witch King only gave this brief reply.

"Are you still planning on going into battle yourself?"

“It doesn’t make any sense.”

The Witch King shook his head.

"Are you willing?"

The tall-bodied Ringwraith asked.

"Then you go?"

The Witch King asked back.

The hall returned to silence.

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

"Perhaps so."

All nine of them are attacking at the gate of Mordor. This time there is no wizard to help and no elves to interfere. If we fight carefully, we may have a chance...

"But the master did not give such an order."

inappropriate.

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

If this were to happen, it would easily trigger a chain reaction, and Mordor and its allies would most likely suffer.

His Highness's Ringwraiths were silent for a moment, without saying a word.

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

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Silence fell upon the tower again.

The Witch King's bright scarlet eyes shone from beneath his hideous armor, flickering slightly.

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 and his army of Angmar invaded the northern Kingdom of Arnor.

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 was also the reason why he could not bear the provocation and went to the Morgul alone to duel the Witch-king.

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

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

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

It’s not that I don’t want to fight, it’s that I really can’t fight.

He was an Elf Lord from the First Age who had returned from Valinor and possessed 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 else in Middle-earth.

If I have to make a metaphor, it is like the sweeping monk in Middle-earth.

In fact, if he were placed at a crossroads, his role might be similar to Levi's.

If it was Glorfindel who came...

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

Why do you always think about these bad things?

It's hard enough for that person to be here alone. If the two of them get together, how can they launch a general attack on Mordor? Fortunately, the elf never steps out of Rivendell when he has nothing to do, and looks like he will stay in Rivendell until the end of the world.

He is nothing like the so-called lord of the free city-states, who gives up so many territories at will and runs out to wander around every day. You can see him everywhere.

But when I really want to find him, I can never find him.

——It can be seen everywhere, yet it is nowhere to be found.

The rangers at the crossroads also deeply understand the Witch King's feelings.

"grown ups!"

When Levi crawled to the surface, two rangers suddenly jumped out from the bushes, scaring him so much that he almost drew his sword.

"We have been searching for you for many days, but we have not been able to find you."

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

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

These guys are scarier than the Ringwraiths and the Balrogs.

“Could you please sign your name here…”

One of the rangers took two steps forward, pulling his cloak. The next second, another older ranger covered his mouth and forced him into silence.

"My lord, the Prime Minister invites you to meet him in Gondor."

(End of this chapter)