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Morgoth, Lord of Darkness is knocked back!                                           
Morgoth, Lord of Darkness is hit hard. <2x>                                          
Morgoth, Lord of Darkness is knocked back!                                           
Morgoth, Lord of Darkness is hit hard. <2x>                                          
Morgoth, Lord of Darkness is knocked back!                                           
Morgoth, Lord of Darkness is hit hard.                                               
Morgoth, Lord of Darkness says: 'Cowards! Why did you not protect me?'               
Morgoth, Lord of Darkness dies.                                                      
Welcome to level 38.                                                                 
You can increase 13 more skills.                                                     
The voice of Melkor Bauglir booms in your head:                                      
'I have a task for thee.                                                             
Centuries ago an ancient relic of mine was broken apart.                             
The pieces of it hath been lost in fallen temples.                                   
Thou art to find my lost temple and retrieve a piece of the relic.                   
When thy task is done, thou art to lift it in the air and call upon my name.         
I shall then come to reclaim what is mine!                                           
The temple lies quite some way to the south of the Pits of Angband,                  
and a long way to the north-west of the Land of Mordor, I can feel it.'              
*** CONGRATULATIONS ***                                                              
You have banished Morgoth from Arda, and made Ea a safer place.                      
As you look down at the dispersing mists around Morgoth, a sudden intuition          
grasps you. Fingering the One Ring, you gather the nether mists around               
yourself, and inhale deeply their seductive power.                                   
You will be forever feared, your orders forever obeyed.                              
You may retire (commit suicide) when you are ready.                                  
                                                                                     
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