As the demi-god Maia, Gandalf couldn't bear to look directly at these scenes.

But everyone had no time to grieve. After a morning's rest, Aragorn and Boromir began to count the number of people and reorganize the army. They were busy until the evening. The data obtained was not clear.

The endless offensives that followed would give everyone a headache.

At this time, Gandalf spoke, "As long as the Supreme Lord of the Rings is thrown into the Mount Doom and melted, Sauron's power will completely dissipate."

As a result, everyone turned their attention to Chu Xin, who was lying on a hilltop outside the city.

"The key to forming an alliance with him lies in the Supreme Ring. Will he listen to our suggestions?" Boromir smiled bitterly.

"I will find time to chat with him." Gandalf was also helpless.

…

The next day.

The early morning wind blew through the streets and alleys of Baicheng, bringing a fresh stench to people, and they suddenly heard the sound of vomiting.

But no one could laugh because the unpleasant smell came from their relatives and friends.

Not only that, the wind also carried an unsettling burning heat that was both choking and nauseating.

"Is it my imagination? I seem to smell the breath of extreme darkness approaching?" Gandalf frowned and climbed up the tower where Angelite was.

"You are right, it is indeed darkness." Angelit looked deeply at the rolling land in the north.

When Gandalf heard this, he rolled up his sleeves and left the city.

"Why are you so anxious? He's right here, right?" Angelite said, raising her chin towards Chu Xin in the distance.

The sun was extremely hot that day, and the temperature climbed to 35 degrees Celsius in the morning.

The high temperature accelerated the decomposition of the corpse, and the blood had solidified into a sticky black swamp, with a large number of flies and maggots flying and squirming happily.

"We can't let it go, otherwise the plague will rage." Aragorn said seriously.

"But there's something wrong with the weather. Why is it so hot all of a sudden?" Gimli complained.

"It can only be burned with fire. I will take people out to deal with it." Boromir sighed.

Woo——

However, as soon as he stepped out, the enemy attack horn sounded from the post on the top of the mountain.

Chu Xin slowly raised his head and murmured secretly: "This heat wave, it is indeed the Balrog that kills the spirit of the wilderness."

Just like his words, under the horrified gaze of everyone in Baicheng, the burly flame demon appeared on the northern land.

It arrives with surging heat, and every step forward makes the already hot weather drier.

The extremely oppressive momentum rolled in, like a heavy sky falling, suffocating Gimli, Legolas and other heroes, but Aragorn remained unmoved and remained determined.

"I seemed to see a dark abyss full of magma, and an evil that made me tremble seemed to be swallowed up by me." Legolas whispered after he recovered.

"That is the Balrog, a powerful enemy from ancient times. In terms of identity, he is a dark creature at the same level as Sauron." Gandalf quietly came to everyone, "However, how could this guy be so huge, and his strength is far beyond

My expectation."

Wow!

While they were talking, Chu Xin had already risen into the air, looking down at the stopped Balrog.

He saw the skull of the Wild Spirit wrapped around his left forearm, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Are you the Smaug mentioned by Saruman? It's nothing more than that. You are much smaller than the black dragon Ankara. Your brittle bones will break with just a knock, right?" the Balrog mocked angrily.

Seeing that Chu Xin didn't pay attention, it said to itself, "I don't have to kill you, but you must become my mount."

Perhaps because he hadn't spoken to anyone for many years, Balrog was somewhat talkative, and he displayed the unique unruliness of his race to the fullest.

Chu Xin carefully examined the Balrog and was astonished by the difference between its size and appearance and those in the movie. Judging from various signs, this was definitely the strongest enemy he had encountered so far, even Saruman could not compare with it.

But thinking too much made him restrained, so Chu Xin simply swooped down.

"You think I can't fly? Roar!"

The Balrog spread its wings and rose from the ground with a fierce air.

Boom——

No one retreated or dodged, and they collided with each other in the most vigorous frontal manner.

Have you ever seen an iron flower?

When the two of them collided, Chu Xin was like an iron rod, and Balrog was like a basin of molten iron, instantly exploding into sparks all over the sky.

After a brief contact, Chu Xin felt happy and realized that the Balrog was the powerful enemy he needed right now.

In almost less than a second, he entered a state of complete immersion and broke out into a violent punching attack.

Bang bang bang!

The bone fist struck hard on Balrog again and again, and the rhythm without breathing suddenly overwhelmed Balrog and he could only defend himself.

With a "pop", the tailbone blade was like an afterimage ghost, piercing through Balrog's lower abdomen. Just when it was about to stir 360 degrees, Balrog's right hand grabbed and dragged, causing Chu Xin to fly slightly.

Lost balance.

Balrog took the opportunity to throw out his left fist, and the Wild Spirit's skull hit Chu Xin hard on the head, knocking him hundreds of meters away.

"This guy has something."

Chu Xin glanced at the root of his tail, and there were actually a few cracks, which were the ones that were pulled apart by the Balrog just now.

"Hiss~~"

Balrog touched his chest, and several scratches with magma blood flowing out were extremely clear.

It also curbs the inner contempt and replaces it with a serious attitude.

Boom boom!

With his right hand he pulled out the lava fire sword from his waist, and the Balrog flew towards Chu Xin again.

Chu Xin, who reacted quickly, immediately sprayed out a large mouthful of dragon flames to test whether it was effective.

Sure enough, the Balrog jumped out of the explosion unscathed, and mocked angrily, "Attacking me with flames? Are you looking down on me?"

Seeing this, Chu Xin roughly determined how the Balrog would die at his hands.

If they can't be killed by bombing or burning, then they will be beaten to death.

"I'll use your bones to make soup tonight!"

The Balrog raised the flaming sword high and slashed down suddenly.

Keng——

The huge and harsh sound of gold and iron resounded through the sky.
Chapter completed!