Chapter 267: The End of the War

With the appearance of the Deathclaw and the Direwolf Beorn, the situation that the Witch-king of Angmar had assumed to be in his favor was instantly reversed.

The two behemoths lunged at the two Nazgul like Mount Tai pressing down, slamming them and their fell beasts directly into the ground. The immense weight left them unable to flip over, and before they could react, the massive, blood-filled maws bit down without mercy.

Meanwhile, Wayne, his body engorged with blood and his muscles swollen to a larger size, appeared instantly behind the Witch-king of Angmar, his short sword slashing toward the Witch-king like a thunderbolt.

The speed of this strike was extreme, and the power contained within was immense. The Witch-king of Angmar could not block it, but as the most powerful of Sauron's Nazgul, known as the Witch-king, he possessed considerable magical ability.

Just as the Statikk Shiv was about to strike him, his body transformed into a mass of black mist, escaping the back of the fell beast beneath him, zipping dozens of meters away before reforming.

Even so, the lightning power contained within the Statikk Shiv had already permeated his black mist. After he reformed, it continued to ravage his body, causing sparks to flicker across him and forcing a painful, mournful cry from his throat.

Having missed his first strike, Wayne did not immediately leave the remaining fell beast. He gripped the hilt of the electric blade with both hands, his arm muscles bulging, and drove it with all his might into the top of the beast's head. The sharp blade sank deep into the hard skull, emitting a series of *crack-crack-crack* sounds of shattering bone. Before the beast could even grasp the situation, the Statikk Shiv had pierced its brain, delivering a fatal blow.

Subsequently, the electric blade in Wayne's hand vanished abruptly, stored away into his space bracelet, replaced by the Oath of Victory Sword, which had been reinforced many times over.

Before the giant fell beast could crash to the ground, his body turned into a phantom once more, flickering to the rear of the Witch-king of Angmar's position.

By now, however, the powerful Witch-king was prepared. He thrust his metal staff hard into the ground, and a surge of dark power formed a translucent magic barrier around him, sufficient to withstand many powerful attacks.

At the same time, the Witch-king of Angmar chanted an obscure incantation and pressed his gloved palm slowly toward the ground. Dozens of pale, ghostly phantoms crawled out from beneath the earth.

They were extremely fast, shaped like twisted elves, with ferocious expressions and emitting heart-palpitating sounds. Their sharp claws glinted with black light, clearly possessing significant lethality.

These were evil spirits from the Wraith-world, souls that had been corrupted and tortured by dark power for a long time.

These evil spirits had strong resistance to ordinary physical attacks and were the Witch-king of Angmar's most common tactic for dealing with ordinary warriors.

However, Wayne, now wielding the Oath of Victory Sword, did not fear these dozens of small fry. He raised the precious sword high, and the Chaos Magic within him surged forth. As a powerful Source, his mana reserves were not necessarily much less than those of this Witch-king.

This sword of justice from the Lady of the Lake had long since accumulated a vast amount of holy power during this time. Stimulated by Wayne's mana, the silver-white blade suddenly erupted with a blinding, sun-like silver-white radiance, forming a shockwave of holy power around Wayne that instantly evaporated the evil spirits attempting to approach him, turning them into fly ash.

The powerful shockwave swept across the Witch-king of Angmar's magic barrier, causing a long string of cracks to appear in the barrier the Witch-king was so proud of.

Even the two Nazgul dozens of meters away were stunned by the impact of this holy shockwave.

Having witnessed the power of this magic sword, the Witch-king of Angmar was shocked and intended to turn into black mist again to flee further away.

However, Wayne did not give him such an opportunity. In just a fleeting moment, following his roar, the blade of the Oath of Victory Sword rapidly expanded, transforming into a massive sword of light sixteen or seventeen meters long, shimmering with divine power.

Before the Witch-king of Angmar could make a move, the massive blade slashed down from above. The translucent barrier was like paper, shattering at the slightest touch.

It was unclear what expression lay beneath the Witch-king of Angmar's crown, but he did not give up resistance, instead raising his metal staff and smashing it hard against the giant sword of light.

*Boom—! * With a deafening sound, the moment the sword of light touched the ground, the concentrated mana exploded, blasting the Witch-king of Angmar and the ground within several meters of him into fragments. After the dust settled, only a massive crater remained in the earth.

The pathetic Witch-king of Angmar did not even leave behind a final word; under the immense power of the Oath of Victory Sword, he turned into fly ash and returned to the side of the Dark Lord Sauron.

Having succeeded in one strike, Wayne did not linger. The duration of the aberration enhancement was limited, and this feeling of being filled with power throughout his body gave rise to a strong desire for destruction, a feeling of wanting to destroy everything.

At this moment, the Deathclaw Robin and the Direwolf Beorn were each dealing with a Nazgul, while the remaining two Nazgul were stunned in spirit by the holy shockwave just now.

Everything happened too fast. From the moment Wayne was surrounded to the moment the Witch-king of Angmar was blasted into slag by the giant magic sword, less than a minute had passed.

These Nazgul, whose brains had been eroded by dark energy and whose intelligence was already flawed, were still struggling to understand the situation.

However, when Wayne looked at them, these two Nazgul had already reacted. Still fearless, they pulled on their reins and rode their fell beasts toward the witcher.

For these nearly immortal monsters, there was no option of fleeing, no matter what enemy they faced. Death was merely a brief rest for them, and the terrifying Dark Lord Sauron did not allow the Nazgul to avoid any battle. Before the power of darkness ruled the world, what they faced was endless battle and endless death.

Wayne did not know what these Nazgul were thinking. He only felt the power within him expanding rapidly, giving him the illusion of being invincible.

This was his first time activating the aberration enhancement, and this feeling of being filled with power was indeed very satisfying. It seemed that not only had his strength increased, but his confidence had also risen significantly.

Without any nonsense, the Nazgul that charged first was a massive brute wearing heavy armor, holding a shield and a flail.

He held his steel shield in front of him, his giant flail raised high, his eyes sharp and filled with murderous intent, seemingly prepared to strike the witcher's head the moment he blocked.

Unfortunately, his opponent was no longer what he used to be. Facing the charging Nazgul, Wayne's expression was calm, even carrying a smile. He did not dodge, but stepped back slightly with his right foot, gripped the hilt of the Oath of Victory Sword with both hands, and assumed a thrusting stance.

When he was seven or eight meters away from the burly Nazgul, Wayne kicked off hard with his legs, using his waist, and the muscles in his feet and arms trembled slightly. His strength, which had reached more than ten times that of an ordinary person, exploded.

With a *shriek* of tearing metal, the greatsword in his hand seemed to transform into a sharp spear, piercing directly through the burly Nazgul along with the shield on his chest. The tip of the sword protruded from his body, skewering the Nazgul like a piece of meat on a skewer.

Yet Wayne's attack did not end there. He exerted force with both hands and let out a wild roar, slamming the Nazgul hanging on his sword like a hammer against the fell beast beneath him. With just one violent smash, he slammed the Nazgul and the fell beast beneath him into the ground, crushing them into a mass of twisted flesh.

The Nazgul in the rear saw this and realized that Wayne was not to be trifled with. He immediately pulled on his reins, wanting to turn around and take another strategy.

Who would have thought that Wayne would not give him this chance? He grabbed the tail of the fell beast, dragged the beast and the Nazgul on its back down, and slammed them hard into the ground.

With this, the Nazgul had nowhere to escape. Wayne, his brute strength needing an outlet, stomped his foot with full force onto the Nazgul's chest. Then, exerting power with both legs, his strength of several tons exploded, forcing the armor on the Nazgul's chest to cave in, shattering all the ribs in his chest and the internal organs within his chest cavity, turning the Nazgul into a corpse. Even so, Wayne was not satisfied. Seeing the fallen fell beast trying to escape, he immediately hacked off the beast's wings with his sword, then continued to slash at the wailing beast. In less than a minute, he hacked the dark beast into a bloody mess, turning it into a puddle of meat.

After satisfying the desire for destruction in his heart, Wayne deactivated the aberration enhancement state, instantly feeling a sense of weakness wash over his body, and his various physical attributes dropped to about half of what they were.

However, he did not care much. The Battle of the Five Armies had reached its end here. After killing the Witch-king of Angmar and the Nazgul, the remaining orcs in the Lonely Mountain were nothing more than grasshoppers after the frost, not worth worrying about.

As for the Deathclaw Robin and the Direwolf Beorn, they had already resolved their own enemies.

Robin was quite confident in its master. After the battle ended, it did not come to help, but instead opened its blood-filled maw, lay on the corpse of the fell beast, and swallowed the flesh and blood on the beast's body in large gulps, emitting excited hisses.

As a large carnivorous creature, its appetite was not small. The more powerful the enemy, the more it liked to eat the enemy's flesh and blood. Wayne never stopped this habit.

*Ding! * Master-level task 【Decapitation Operation】 completed.

Reward: 450 experience points, one Master-level Treasure Chest.

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Two days later, when the Woodland Elf King Thranduil arrived at the Lonely Mountain with his army, he saw a shocking scene.

The orc army he had anticipated did not appear. Looking around, the walls and ground of the entire Lonely Mountain were covered with orc corpses, and the burned siege equipment was still emitting thick smoke.

A massive, terrifying beast was picking and choosing on the battlefield, throwing the orc corpses aside with a look of disgust, then picking out the corpses of the Wargs and swallowing them in one bite.

Seeing the Elf King and the army behind him, whether out of excitement or joy, the giant beast raised its head and let out a high-pitched roar, seemingly wanting to tell this news to its master.

It was precisely Wayne's pet, the Deathclaw Robin.

However, at this time, Robin's appearance had changed somewhat from when it was in the Woodland Realm. Its terrifying appearance and giant roar startled the elves. Fortunately, the Woodland Elf army was well-disciplined, and no incidents of harming teammates occurred.

Seeing this bizarre situation, King Thranduil frowned and couldn't help but look at the others beside him.

This time, those who came to the Lonely Mountain with the army, besides him, the Elf King, included some dwarf warriors with Balin, as well as other members of the White Council.

For example, the Grey Wizard Gandalf, the White Wizard Saruman, the Brown Wizard Radagast, and besides these three wizards, there was also King Elrond of Rivendell and the most powerful elf in Middle-earth, the Elf Queen Galadriel.

They had all discovered that the Witch-king of Angmar and other Nazgul had left Dol Guldur, and fearing that this powerful Witch-king would create more tragedies in the North, they had specifically rushed to the Woodland Realm.

After meeting with the Woodland Elf King, they learned from the old dwarf Balin about the encounter at the Lonely Mountain and learned of the Witch-king of Angmar's whereabouts, so they came to the Lonely Mountain together, intending to work together to eradicate the Witch-king of Angmar and this orc army.

However, they had calculated everything, but they never expected to see the scene before them.

The Deathclaw's roar reached the interior of the Lonely Mountain. A few minutes later, Wayne flew out from inside the Lonely Mountain on his magic flying carpet.

He saw those figures in the center of the army, raised his eyebrows slightly, then landed in front of Gandalf and the two Elf Kings, nodding to the few acquaintances.

Gandalf leaned on his staff, stroked his beard, and asked with a grave expression: "Wayne, how is the situation now? Are Thorin and Dain and the others alright?"

"Have you seen the Witch-king of Angmar? Where did the orc army and the other Nazgul go?"

Hearing this, Wayne did not show any unusual expression on his face. He scanned the people present and replied:

"The Witch-king of Angmar and the other Nazgul have been killed by me."

"The orc army has also been routed by me."

"Their routed troops have all fled into the interior of the Lonely Mountain. I am currently looking for the locations of Thorin and Dain."

"However, there are too many mine tunnels inside the Lonely Mountain, and I haven't found them yet."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present showed expressions of shock, among whom the most surprised were Thranduil and Balin.

Others might not be very clear, but they knew that Wayne had only arrived here three days before them, and he was alone.

That is to say, in just three days, Wayne had destroyed an orc army alone, as well as the terrifying Witch-king of Angmar and the other four Nazgul.

Such a thing had never appeared even in the myths of the First Age.

After the shock, the expressions of the several Elf Kings and the wizards of the White Council were different, some shocked, some excited, some trusting, and some suspicious.

However, Wayne did not explain much. He turned to look at Balin and King Thranduil, and said with a hint of fatigue in his tone: "Since you have already arrived, then leave the rest to you."

"I haven't rested for three days, and I don't need to take action for the rest."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 268 =====