Train to Another World.

Chapter 114 The Last River Valley City Guard

On the terrace of Lonely Mountain, the old man who was in charge of the capstan had his arm pierced by a long sword and was nailed to the city wall next to him.

He was wearing the armor of the River Valley City Guard. Even in the River Valley City at that time, this kind of standard armor was very sophisticated equipment.

But this set of armor is okay against ordinary weapons, but unfortunately, the enemy is holding the Blade of Morgul.

The Blade of Morgul is a long, thin, cold blade. When it stabs an enemy, the enemy will be wounded by Morgul. A part of the blade will remain in the enemy's wound and continue to drill in until it pierces the heart. Then, the wounded will become a ghost-like existence, at the mercy of the Ringwraiths and the Dark Lord Sauron.

In the original book, it was the Blade of Morgul that stabbed Frodo, and it was also the one that stabbed Wang Shuyun before.

The Blade of Morgul is the iconic weapon of the Ringwraiths, so it is obvious what enemy the old man is facing at this time.

A figure wearing a black cloak and silver chain mail approached the old man. Even though he was close enough, the old man could not see the face under the cloak. He could only see a pair of pale eyes.

A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from under the cloak, but the voice seemed to contain magic that made people unconsciously feel fear in their hearts: "Where is the woman who came a few days ago?"

Fear filled the old man's face, and he trembled and said, "I don't know."

The Ringwraith looked at the old man for a long while, then drew out the Blade of Morgul. Without support, the old man fell painfully on the capstan, wailing in a low voice.

But his wails did not travel far before they were drowned out by the orcs' shrill war howls.

The Ringwraiths turned and left.

He did not finish off the target, not out of mercy, but because he was certain that the person wounded by Morgul's blade would die.

Letting people die in pain is more in line with his wishes.

Behind the Ringwraith came the sound of a wooden frame collapsing. Perhaps the old man had knocked over the capstan.

Hmm? Why is there still a sound of springs?

A bolt of black lightning, accompanied by strong wind, struck the Ringwraith's back and pierced through his chest. The huge inertia sent the Ringwraith flying out, flying more than ten meters, and falling heavily on the ground on the terrace.

Although the Ringwraith was a little embarrassed, he was not hurt much because his body was no longer a physical entity. He existed in the invisible world, so it was extremely difficult to be physically hurt.

The Ringwraith stood up and turned around to see that the old man was still terrified. Beside him was the collapsed winch, but the handles that were originally installed on the winch were removed by him and inserted into the grooves reserved for the winch's main shaft.

The Ringwraith looked at the strange launcher consisting of four handles and a capstan spindle, and his memories as a human gradually emerged: "Dwarven wind crossbow?!"

Then he turned around to see the dark shadow that had shot through his chest, now nailed to the wall of Lonely Mountain, with only the tail of the arrow sticking out.

"Black Arrow?"

Watching the old man pull out another black arrow from his hiding place in the corner, the Ringwraith shouted, "Stop!"

Not only are the Ringwraiths deadly on a physical level, they are also surrounded by an "aura of terror" that affects all living things, and their cries can cause fear and despair.

Hearing the voice of the Ringwraith, the old man's face showed even more fear, but this did not slow him down at all. While he skillfully placed the black arrow on the modified wind crossbow, he kept talking to himself. He wanted to distract himself in this way, so that he could focus on the things in front of him and not be swallowed by the fear that surged in his heart.

"You know what? My archery skills were taught by the city lord. The first lesson he taught me was that shooting with a wind crossbow is more like archery than using a crossbow, because a crossbow requires arm strength to string, but drawing a bow only requires strength from the waist, back, and fingers."

As he spoke, the old man stepped on the main shaft with his foot, gripped the crossbow string tightly with both hands, stretched his arms straight, leaned his body back, and used the strength of his waist and back to pull the string.

Because he didn't use his arm strength, even though the old man's arm was pierced and black blood kept flowing out, it couldn't stop his movements at all. Aim and shoot!

The Dwarf Wind Crossbow was not designed for use on humans, so both its power and speed are extremely terrifying.

The Ringwraith had no time to dodge and was hit by the second arrow. Although his body was invisible, his armor was visible. After being pierced by the black arrow, he was knocked away again.

"I was on duty at the Central Watchtower that day, but when the dragon came, I was frightened by its huge body and fled. I returned to that day countless times in my dreams, but I was always unable to stop myself from running away.

After waking up from the dream, I couldn't help but think, if I hadn't escaped that day, would River Valley City have had a different ending? After all, my archery skills were praised by the city lord, who said that my archery skills were no less than his. "

Aim and release!

The Ringwraith was pierced by the black arrow again, but this time he was prepared. He inserted the Morgul Blade into the ground. Even though he was still pushed back by the huge inertia, he only retreated five meters this time.

"I don't know if it's because I'm too eager to change the past, or I'm afraid of the dragon attacking again. So whenever I have time, I will return to the ruins of Riverdale.

For ten years, I have traveled to every corner of the ruins of River Valley City and searched through every piece of rubble. I gathered the parts of the wind crossbow and found five black arrows.

I installed them on the bell tower of Changhu Town. Sometimes, I even secretly hoped that the Dragon King would attack so that I could make up for my mistakes.

Alas! Even though my heart is often filled with regret, it is still difficult to change my selfish and despicable soul. "

Aim and release!

The first three black arrows blasted a big hole in the armor on the chest of the Ringwraith. Although the Ringwraith could not avoid the black arrows, he tried his best to adjust his body shape and let the fourth black arrow pass through the big hole in the armor. This time he only retreated one meter.

The Ringwraiths accelerated towards the old man. When the old man saw this enemy that even the black arrow could not do anything to him, a look of despair appeared on his face.

“You know what the most important lesson I’ve learned over the decades is?

That is, no matter how hard I try, I can't overcome my fear, because I am just an ordinary person, not the hero in those stories.

But I learned to overcome it with something more powerful.

For example, regret that has accumulated over decades.

The fifth black arrow I found was a warning arrow with little lethality. I always thought it was bad luck before, but now it seems that I am really lucky. "

"No!!!" The old man's black arrows could not threaten the Ringwraiths at all, but he had to kill the old man even if he shot towards the black arrows, for fear that he would make a big noise and expose his existence.

Whether it was the orcs' frontal attack or his sneaking in, their ultimate goal was to find that woman.

If he disturbed other people and ran away with the woman or killed her directly, how would he explain to the Demon Lord?
The Ringwraiths were so angry that they threw the Morgul Blade, piercing the old man's chest and nailing him to the city wall again.

But it was too late, the fifth black arrow pierced through the sky, bursting out with a high-pitched cry. Even the people of the valley hiding in the big forge could hear it clearly.

Some elderly people looked up in confusion. This voice sounded so familiar.

The old man had the Morgul's blade stuck in his chest, leaning against the city wall, with black blood flowing from his mouth.

He took one last look in the direction of River Valley City. The fear on his face faded away. His expression gradually became calm, and he even smiled: "Lord City Lord, have I disappointed you? But... at least this time... I..."

(End of this chapter)