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Chapter 212 The Netherworld Ring Spirit
Dorgudu has buried many lives, and because Sauron, in disguise, studied dark magic and evil sorcery here as a necromancer, the atmosphere of death and evil here is far greater than that of Northhill Fornost.

Dui chose an open platform and drew a magic circle on it.

Then, they waited until midnight to activate the formation.

As the surrounding death energy converged into the array, the barrier between the real world and the Netherworld was broken by the magic circle, which became a connection point, or a passage, between the two worlds.

Dui then stepped into the center of the formation and picked up the Mogul Blade, which represented the key.

Upon touching the Mogul Blade, Dui's surroundings transformed; the world faded, turning into a gray and gloomy expanse.

The real objects around them became illusory and transparent, as if everything in the real world had become an illusion in the Netherworld.

Meanwhile, the surrounding ghosts became even more real and solid.

Dui wasn't surprised to encounter ghostly creatures, but looking at the densely packed ghosts around him, he still couldn't help but gasp.

The evil creatures such as the Orcs, Orlogs, and Dire Wolves that he had just burned to ashes with his Fiery Blaze suddenly appeared around him as ghosts!
Logically speaking, not all the dead will enter the Netherworld.

What's going on here?

Dui was filled with doubt and wariness.

Moreover, for some unknown reason, these ghosts all had blank stares, like puppets.

Could it be because he just died?
Besides the ghosts of the evil creatures he killed, there were many other ghostly beings that had existed long before, including many ghosts with twisted souls, humans, dwarves, orcs, trolls, and even elves!

These ghosts seemed to have been corrupted by evil witchcraft, becoming extremely twisted and devoid of any thought or reason.

Dui immediately guessed their situation; these ghosts must be the undead that Sauron had secretly captured and manipulated using evil magic when he was a necromancer.

For some unknown reason, the souls of these humans, dwarves, and elves were not summoned by the Hall of Mandos, but instead remained in the Underworld, becoming ghosts.
These ghosts had lost their reason; upon seeing Dui, the living being, they immediately pounced on him frantically, attempting to tear him apart and devour him.

But they were all blocked by the magic circle and could not touch Dui.

Dui didn't want to get entangled with these ghosts any longer; his time was limited, and he needed to collect more dead matter as soon as possible.

So he took out the starlight bottle and released the light of Eyarendil, driving away the surrounding ghosts.

Then he stepped out of the magic circle and began searching for dead matter.

To Dui's surprise, the amount of death matter in this Netherworld's Dorgudu was even greater than that in North Hill Fornost.

While Dui continuously collected death matter with the obsidian bottle, he also used the Light of Eyarendil to repel the eager ghosts.

But just as Dui was collecting the dead matter, the surrounding environment suddenly became distorted and dark, and a cold, suffocating, and despairing atmosphere spread.

The surrounding darkness became like thick, viscous ink that couldn't be dissolved, pressing and squeezing towards Dui, trying to suppress the light of Eyarendil in his hand.

Just then, a dark arrow suddenly shot towards Dui.

Dui swiftly drew his sword and deflected the incoming arrow.

"The Arrow of Mogul!" Dui stared at the dark arrow on the ground, his expression grim and solemn, and said, enunciating each word clearly.

This demonic arrow is different from the Morgul arrows that Orcs used before; it is a more dangerous and poisonous arrow, a weapon belonging to the Ringwraiths.

Moreover, as far as he knew, the Ringwraith skilled in archery was Khammur, the former leader of the Eastern Barbarian Kingdom.

Sure enough, as the ghosts parted on their own, the Ringwraith Kohamul emerged riding a ghost horse.

The Ringwraith at this moment was far more real and clear than he had ever seen before. Its body was tall and emaciated, like skin and bones, draped in a black cloak, its decaying skin clinging tightly to its skull, and its hollow, sunken eyes flashing with red hellfire.

The Ringwraith was surrounded by an atmosphere of terror, its breath carrying a poisonous black aura, and the surrounding area was filled with whispered, evil curses.

It held a bow and arrow made of some unknown bone, and its red eyes gleamed with mockery.

"Black-robed wizard Duir, your entry into the Netherworld today is absolutely the biggest mistake of your life!" Ringwraith Khamur sneered in a voice from hell.

“The Netherworld is my domain. Your magic poses no threat here. Angmar failed to turn you into a servant, so let me take you as my treasure. I think my master will be very happy!”

Hamur looked completely confident in Dui, and spoke with great smugness.

Hamur is one of the Nine Ringwraiths, second only to the Witch-King of Angmar, and is known as the "Shadow of the East," "Second Commander," and "Black East Barbarian."

Among the Nine Ringwraiths, his strength is second only to the Witch-King of Angmar.

In the real world, even Hamul would have to be wary of Dui, but in the Netherworld, the Ringwraiths' own domain, they not only possess the same power but can also control Netherworld creatures, making them, in a sense, the uncrowned kings.

That's why the Ringwraiths are so confident.

As the Ringwraiths had said, the ghosts that had originally feared the light of Eyarendil lost even their instinct for fear under the Ringwraiths' control and charged madly toward Dui.

Even under the light, the ghosts slowly melted and weakened like melting snow, but they showed no fear and continued to approach Dui. The light of Eyarendil, which had originally given Dui peace of mind, began to shrink and dim under the relentless onslaught of these ghosts.

Dui's pupils contracted, and his expression turned serious.

If these ghosts are allowed to continue, the light of Eyarendil will likely be exhausted.

After all, the Light of Eyarendil is a consumable item, not an inexhaustible resource.

The only thing that gave Dui a little peace of mind was that his Flaming Sword was also useful in the Netherworld.

As he continued to slash, the surrounding ghosts dissipated and crumbled.

But there were just too many ghosts around, and it was impossible to kill them all.

More importantly, the Ringwraith Khamur was also lurking nearby, watching with predatory intent.

The Ringwraiths were very cunning and also wary of the Light of Eyarendil, so they did not take the initiative to attack. Instead, they stayed in place, intending to use a war of attrition, using the surrounding ghosts as cannon fodder to exhaust the Light of Eyarendil in Dui's hands.

At that time, Dui will be like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of the other, and may even become its slave.

At the same time, they constantly launch sneak attacks with arrows. Once they hit, like the Mogul Blade of the Witch King of Angmar, the poison of the arrowhead will quickly transform the wounded into a spirit, thus making them a ghost under his control.

Dui swung his sword to block another of Kohamur's arrows.

Having been trained by Elohir and Elladan, and with the effects of the Ent drink becoming apparent, coupled with the Crown of Wisdom on his head, Dui's reaction speed was extremely fast, and he successfully blocked the cold arrows one after another.

However, Dui knew this was not a long-term solution. As the sand in the alchemical hourglass dwindled, he began to fight and retreat, heading towards the magic circle.

The Ringwraith, Khamur, noticed Dui's movements and immediately charged towards the magic circle, throwing a mace from his horse and smashing it heavily against Dui's magic circle, attempting to destroy Dui's path back.

However, the magic circle was exceptionally sturdy. When the mace struck the magic circle, it only created a ripple and failed to break the formation.

Dui sneered, "Idiot, this magic circle was set up in the real world. How could you possibly destroy something from the real world in the Netherworld?"

The Ringwraith Khamur was taken aback for a moment, then realized and thanked him sarcastically, "Thank you for reminding me, I almost forgot."

As he spoke, he gradually became transparent and ethereal, and then appeared directly in the real world.

As servants of the Ring of Power, Ringwraiths can freely travel between the real world and the Netherworld without the aid of external objects.

As soon as the Ringwraith appeared in the real world, it swung its mace and smashed the magic circle drawn by Dui.

The magic circle shattered instantly, and the magic circle that the Netherworld had been able to block ghosts completely lost its effect.

The Ringwraith Kohamur, who could see the Netherworld from the real world, mocked Dui, saying, "Your magic circle has been broken. You will remain in the Netherworld forever, becoming a ghost and my servant!"

"Idiot!" Dui showed no concern whatsoever, his face full of mockery and ridicule. He released the Mogul Blade he had been holding, and the surrounding environment regained its color.

He returned to the real world, where he and the astonished Ringwraith Kohamul were all around him.

"Who said I have to go through a magic circle to leave the Netherworld?" Dui said with a mocking sneer as he looked at the Ringwraith.

As he spoke, he swiftly cast a spell: "Art of War!"

The Ring of Power on his finger shone brightly, and a huge, dazzling owl guardian flew out, its size comparable to the giant eagle Zorondo, turning the surrounding area into a vast, holy white domain.

Before the Ringwraith could escape back to the Underworld, the Owl Guardian seized it and swallowed it whole.

Looking at the struggling Ringwraith inside the transparent body of the Owl Guardian, Dui sneered.

"Khamur the Ringwraith, entering the real world today is absolutely the biggest mistake of your life!"

Dui returned exactly what the Ringwraith had said before.

At the same time, Dui raised the Starlight Bottle and continuously poured in magic power. The originally dim light of Eyarendil became incredibly bright and dazzling, releasing a holy light that scorched the Ringwraiths.

The Ringwraith let out a piercing scream of agony. Under the light of Eyarndil, its black cloak dissipated like carbonized paper scraps, and its withered and twisted body peeled away layer by layer as if it were being scorched.

Seeing the Ringwraith growing weaker and weaker, Dui pulled out a dagger and threw it at the Ringwraith like a dart.

That dagger was one of the four daggers obtained from the ancient mound, and it was far more effective against the Ringwraiths than other magic or weapons.

The dagger struck the Ringwraith squarely in the head.

The Ringwraith was struck hard and let out a piercing wail that echoed throughout Dorgon. Its body twisted and collapsed rapidly, like a deflated balloon.

Then it exploded, creating a huge shockwave.

"Clang clang..." The Ringwraith disappeared, leaving only a ring rolling down and stopping at Dui's feet.

(End of this chapter)