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Chapter 213 Sauron and Saruman's Plot
Seeing the ring fall from the Ringwraith, Duy carefully picked it up with his wand.

The ring is made entirely of gold and is set with a white gemstone.

Is this one of the Nine Commandments of Humanity? Dui looked at it curiously.

He felt a strong temptation emanating from the ring, trying to entice him to wear it and gain greater power and a longer lifespan.

Dui snorted and put it into a mithril box, completely isolating it from the ring's power.

Although the Nine Rings of Humanity are powerful, even granting the wearer near-immortality, they are essentially a honey wrapped in deadly poison.

Sauron infused the Ring with his corrupting power. Once someone wears the Ring, their mind is corrupted, and their body becomes a ghost-like being, eventually becoming a Ringwraith, completely under Sauron's control.

Dui was in a good mood after unexpectedly acquiring one of the Nine Rings of Humanity.

He figured Sauron would probably be furious, since he had specifically redistributed the Nine Rings of Man to the Ringwraiths to enhance their power.

I didn't expect to lose one so quickly.

I wonder if Sauron will immediately take back the remaining rings?
Dui thought for a moment and then stopped paying attention, instead focusing his attention back on the obsidian bottle that collected the dead matter.

Because of the sudden appearance of the Ringwraiths, he didn't have much time to collect the dead matter.

Even so, the dense death matter in the Netherworld of Dorgudu allowed him to collect more death matter than North Hill Fornost in a short period of time.

Looking at the bottle, which was half full of deathly substance, Dui glanced at Dorgudu, whose deathly aura remained undiminished.

He figured he didn't need to search for other places anymore; he could continue collecting death matter here.

So he returned directly to Lorien, intending to bask in the sun for a few days to dispel the chill before returning to Dorgudu to enter the Netherworld.

Meanwhile, atop Baradur Tower in Mordor.

Sauron sensed the death of the Ringwraith Khammur the instant he died.

The demonic eye hanging above the giant tower suddenly erupted with even more evil flames, its eyes filled with shock and rage.

The other Ringwraiths below, seeing Sauron's fury, prostrated themselves in terror, begging for mercy.

At that moment, the figure of the Ringwraith Kohamul reappeared in the vertical pupil of the Demon Eye, which resembled a dark abyss.

At the same time, all of his memories were known to Soren.

Soren became even angrier.

"Useless!" The Demon Eye's aura was as deep as an abyss. "Not only did you fail to defend Dorgu, but you were also tricked into the real world by the black-robed wizard and killed. Even the Ring of Power that I bestowed upon you has been lost!"

"Khamur, my servant, what good will it do you to tell me?"

Faced with Sauron's powerful and terrifying aura, the Ringwraith Khammur was filled with terror. He pleaded, "Master, please... I will definitely take back the ring!"

But before he could speak, a pain from the depths of his soul spread throughout his body, causing the Ringwraith Khamur to scream in agony, his spirit body twisting and deforming as if he were being tortured in hell.

The screams continued unabated, and the other Ringwraiths lay prostrate on the ground in terror, not daring to move an inch, fearing that their master would take his anger out on them.

By the time Sauron's anger had subsided, the spirit of the Ringwraith Khamur was already extremely weak and on the verge of collapse.

But with Sauron around, he could never truly die and could only endure Sauron's wrath indefinitely.

"Khamur, I will give you another chance. You must take back the Ring of Power for me, or I won't mind replacing you with another servant!"

"Yes, Master, I will definitely take back the ring!" Ringwraith Kohamur nodded repeatedly in assurance.

"Hmph, I hope you won't disappoint me again!"

Just then, Saruman stepped out from behind the Ringwraiths and said in a somewhat mocking tone:
"Sauron, you're pinning your hopes on these useless fools to help you snatch the Nine Rings of Man from that black-robed wizard brat? You'd be better off helping me reclaim Eisengard!"

Saruman held a black staff and wore a colorful white robe, calling himself the "Colorful Robe Wizard." He claimed that "white is the beginning, white cloth can be dyed, white paper can be written on, and white light can be separated," and that he would become the most powerful wizard who could control all colors.

The staff in his hand was also a weapon that was reforged with the help of Sauron's forces.

Ever since being rescued by Sauron's forces, Saruman has never given up on the idea of ​​reclaiming Aisengard, especially after learning that Duir had become the ruler of Aisengard, which fueled his hatred for him.

If Duir hadn't lured him out, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state, homeless and destitute.

Sauron was not surprised to see Saruman appear.

In contrast to the Ringwraiths' condescending attitude, Sauron showed Saruman more respect.

He said, “I will help you reclaim Isengard, but now is not the time. Rohan and Gondor’s spies have sent word that the Black Wizard has subdued the Black Barbarians and successfully negotiated peace with Rohan. You no longer have any support there unless you get the army of Mordor to help you, but first you must deal with Rohan and Gondor, otherwise the warriors of Mordor will never be able to reach Isengard.”

Upon hearing Sauron's words, Saruman's face turned sinister, and his eyes were filled with jealousy.

"Duir!" He said as if he wanted to chew the name up in his mouth.

Soren smiled with a hint of triumph upon seeing this.

If there was anything that pleased him, it was that Saruman had been forced to come to Mordor and become one of his men.

Although they had previously colluded through the True Knowledge Crystal, their relationship was essentially one of cooperation, with both sides harboring ulterior motives and attempting to gain benefits from the other.

But now that Saruman's stronghold has been captured, his traitorous identity has been completely exposed, and his staff and ring of power have been taken away, Saruman, with nowhere to go, has completely lost his capital for arrogance and has no choice but to submit to him.

Saruman, as expected of Middle-earth's finest "engineer," upon arriving in Mordor and gaining Sauron's support, embarked on a massive mechanical engineering project, inventing explosives, forging large weapons, and causing Mordor's original fighting strength to more than double.

They even engaged in the breeding of various dark creatures, crossbreeding orcs with humans or other races to create powerful orcs that were unafraid of sunlight and had enormous physiques.

Soren inquired, "How is the process of cultivating the legion progressing?"

Saruman shook his head and said with dissatisfaction:
"While strong orcs or ogres are not afraid of sunlight, they are only slightly stronger than cannon fodder. They can deal with humans, but they pose no threat to beings like black-robed wizards, especially the magical fire that kid releases, which can easily burn thousands of troops to ashes."

Sauron agreed, noting that he had once been invincible by utilizing the Orc army.

But now they've encountered a completely unreasonable black-robed wizard whose magic is unlike any other wizard's and is unrestricted.

During the Battle of the Five Armies, Sauron used the True Knowledge Crystal to remotely observe the entire process. From that moment on, Dui became his primary focus, and he had a premonition that this would be a major threat to him.

As he had predicted, his power gradually diminished under Duir's intervention.

The giant spiders in the Dark Forest were wiped out by Duir and the elves, his Spider Queen was killed, all the Orks loyal to him in Moria were killed by Duir and the dwarves, and the Ork forces in the region of Eliador were also eliminated...

Each and every one of these events demonstrates that Duir came to control him.

Like Saruman, Sauron also wanted to get rid of Dui as soon as possible.

"So what are your plans?" Soren asked.

Saruman, looking as if he had been prepared, sneered, "Since that black-robed wizard has dragons, why can't we? I remember Morgoth once had a dragon army. Sauron, don't you want one?"

Sauron naturally wanted it very much, and he even secretly sent someone to contact Smaug, the dragon who was still on Lonely Mountain.

But dragons are proud by nature. Apart from submitting to Morgoth, who created them, they completely disregarded the offer of Sauron, a former "colleague" of Morgoth.

What are your plans?

Saruman said proudly:

"Besides Smaug, the golden dragon, I also know about another dragon, an old dragon that has survived since the ancient War of Wrath. It is even larger and stronger than Smaug, but it has been sleeping in seclusion and remains unknown to the world."

Moreover, he was different from Smaug, who was a cold dragon whose breath could freeze souls, and whose mountains were perpetually covered in snow from the chill he exhaled in his slumber.

"You want to win over that dragon?" Sauron questioned.

As far as he knew, dragons were not interested in anything other than treasures, and were extremely arrogant. Even Smaug, a new dragon that had only been born for a thousand years, showed no respect for Sauron.

Not to mention the old dragon who once participated in the War of Wrath.

So when Sauron learned that Dui had tamed the dragon Smaug, he couldn't hide his envy and jealousy, after all, it was a privilege he had never received.

Saruman shook his head. Completely corrupted, he looked even more sinister and evil. He sneered and said:

"These ancient dragons won't obey so easily. All I want is his blood and flesh. I'll use his flesh and blood to crossbreed with fallen flying beasts and giant lizards to cultivate our own sub-dragons. Then we can have a sub-dragon army!"

Upon hearing Saruman's words, Sauron's enormous demonic eye instantly blazed with flames, and he exclaimed in delight, "You can do it?"

Saruman nodded confidently: "Of course, but the dragon's power is immense, and I need us to join forces to deal with that sleeping cold dragon!"

Soren laughed, his anger at having his ring stolen vanishing.

"Do as you say!"

"And I have an even better idea: we can parasitize that dragon with evil spirits and make it work for us..."

(End of this chapter)