?Chapter 620: Chapter 555: The Underworld Style Chapter 620: Chapter 555: The Underworld Style Moria was established amidst the mountains, essentially carving out the entire massif, connecting the two ends of the Misty Mountains; it once served as an extremely important passageway.


    This place was once the most powerful and famous Dwarven kingdom on the lands of Middle-earth.


    Here, Dwarves thrived and built what was the greatest city in their history.


    However, the continual digging deeper into the earth eventually awakened the monsters that slumbered here, the Flame Demon, once a servant of “Morgoth!”


    This led to the Dwarves being forced to flee, leaving the place temporarily occupied by Orcs and Cave Trolls.


    Cave Trolls are a kind of immensely strong yet dim-witted creatures, created by “Morgoth” in imitation of the forest-protecting Ents.


    The cooperation of Orcs and Cave Trolls once sealed off the passages on both sides.


    However, several decades ago, Balin of the Durin Dwarves led some Dwarves from the Lonely Mountain to reclaim this place...


    ...


    But now, here they were, standing in front of the barred grand gates of Moria.


    In awe of the grandeur of this massive “underground city” embedded within the mountain, they also sensed that something was amiss.


    “Oh, what has happened here?”


    Gimli apparently did not know about the recent fall of Moria, and seemed somewhat incredulous.


    “This place has suffered a terrible disaster...” Gandalf said, clutching his pipe.


    At that moment, Tao Yu had already blasted open the grand gates of Moria.


    Upon opening them, a foul stench wafted out.


    Visible were the skeletons of Dwarves and Orcs scattered all over the place.


    Due to the passage of time, they had all turned to skeletons with various rust-covered weapons strewn about.


    “Oh, damn!”


    Upon seeing the scene before him, Gimli naturally realized something significant had occurred and recklessly stormed inside, shouting into the empty hall.


    “Is anyone there?


    Uncle Balin...”


    His shouting did indeed draw some response; sporadic red dots appeared in the darkness.


    Those were pairs of eyes.


    “They’re Orcs.”


    Frodo, looking at the glowing short sword in his hand, spoke hurriedly.


    It was a gift from his uncle that glowed whenever Orcs were nearby, similar to Gandalf’s sword, Glamdring.


    Almost as soon as his words fell, an endless horde of Orcs surged forth from the darkness toward them.


    The armor and equipment on these Orcs were relatively crude and mismatched, seemingly cobbled together from Dwarf gear found in Moria, much of it rust-stained.


    But judging by the speed at which they ran, they were much stronger than the ordinary people of other worlds, akin to the race of men created by the Divine Spirits.


    They ran rapidly, continuously sprinting while wielding weapons, converging on their location.


    They also emitted a babbling noise that sounded ghastly and wolfish.


    Before they could get close, Legolas, being an Elf, was already drawing his bow, releasing arrow after arrow with a sharp piercing sound, swiftly shooting in succession.


    The deceased were far from peaceful...


    At this moment, Ai and Kirabi, upon witnessing this scene, were dumbfounded.


    “The last time you captured us was disgusting enough, but did it have to turn out like this?


    What exactly has happened to you during this time?!


    Should we be thankful that you showed mercy last time and didn’t subject us to the same treatment?”


    Even Ai and Kirabi, who already knew some of Tao Yu’s abilities and were somewhat mentally prepared, were shocked.


    Among the Fellowship of the Ring, aside from the beautiful Elven Lady, the others were either terrified or wary.


    Frodo and his friend Sam, the two weakest Hobbits, dared not even look at the scene before them.


    This was just too exaggerated!


    They were no Holy Mothers and disliked Orcs.


    They wouldn’t hesitate to kill Orcs given the chance.


    But staring at the splattering plasma and chunks of flesh, the entire scene akin to a slaughterhouse, they still felt nauseous.


    Tao Yu also turned back awkwardly to glance at everyone and coughed, saying,


    “Don’t mind it, I just didn’t control my power well and summoned some malevolent plants.


    Our abilities as Pioneers tend to be odd; it just looks scary, but I’m actually very kind-hearted...”


    With a splurt~


    A Troll was burst open, with plasma splashing to the feet of the bystanders, adding a touch of embellishment to Tao Yu’s words.


    Kind-hearted?


    Are you misunderstanding the word ‘kind-hearted’...


    “This is Mr.


    Tao helping us clear the Orcs.


    Although the power doesn’t seem nice, we’ve enjoyed its benefits; don’t mind the worldly views too much.”


    Galadriel, who had lived over eight thousand years and had witnessed nearly every major event in Middle-earth, could calmly face such a scene.


    “These Orcs might be the key culprits for Moria’s current dire state, so I think it’s no big deal.”


    Gandalf, sucking on his pipe, had his old face tremor a bit.


    “However, if you could avoid making it so, um, filthy, it might be better...”


    He seemed to be pondering the right adjective.


    The opponent’s displayed power was strong, and he had indeed resisted the temptation of the Magic Ring, and now willing to help, he did not want to hurt the other’s feelings with his words.


    But...


    Being able to resist the Magic Ring’s allure might not be just about having a strong will...


    The Magic Ring’s pollution was supposed to be like a drop of ink falling into a cup of water, instantly coloring it.


    But if the water was already ink, it seemed like it just remained...@@@@