White mountains.
Deep in the Black Man Temple.
Path of the Dead.
Stepping into this dark and gloomy narrow mountain road under the warm winter sun, everyone immediately felt the plummeting temperature of the surrounding air.
"Huhu..."
A gloomy cold wind blew.
Everyone who was caught off guard couldn't help but tremble.
The dead, the undead, the ghosts, the unwilling souls that linger after death...
There are many names for this being throughout the world.
There are also many folk tales.
But there are very few people who have actually seen these things exist.
Fear comes from the unknown.
The orcs, who were terrifying and powerful in the eyes of all the forces in the world, were nothing to this extremely elite team in front of them, let alone fear.
But let’s talk about the ghosts of the dead.
Even if you haven't seen it.
At this time, there were definitely not a few people in the team who were afraid of those beings.
"Follow closely..."
Aragorn drew his sword, held a flaming torch and led the way. He turned to say something to the people behind him, and then stepped forward.
It was dark inside the narrow mountain road.
Morgan followed Aragorn, also holding a torch and a sword.
Behind him were Legolas with a serious look and Gimli with a nervous look on his face.
Behind the two of them was the gray-clothed tourist group led by Hal Barad.
The last torch in the team is also in the hands of Hal Barad.
The entire large team moved forward quietly and at a constant speed.
The gloomy mountain roads, the depressing environment, and the legend of the terrifying undead.
At this time, there was a shadow hanging over everyone in the big team.
In this world, it is best to remain in awe of the place where horrific legends spread.
Because of the legends of these places.
This is true in most cases.
Because it is a terrifying reputation that has been built up with a lot of human lives.
Like the path of the dead in front of you.
"Click..."
"Kaka..."
As the team continued to deepen, the mountain road began to become wider, and wisps of white hazy mist began to appear on the surrounding ground and in the air.
"Click..."
"Kaka..."
White mist rose and covered the ground.
Immediately afterwards, everyone began to feel that there was something strange on the ground covered by the fog. Everyone felt that something started to step on their feet, and the crisp sound of shattering continued to come from the fog under their feet.
"what exactly is it..."
Gimli, who was the most curious, murmured and reached out to grab it from the ground.
Soon, a bare thing with the cold touch of sand and stone was caught in his hand.
Just when Gimli was wondering what it could be, he saw the bare gray-black skull still steaming in his hand.
"damn it..."
Jinli immediately threw out the skull in his hand and couldn't help but curse.
"What's wrong?"
Legolas, his good friend beside him, immediately noticed something strange about Gimli and asked quickly.
"fine..."
"fine!"
How could the pointy-eared Legolas realize that he was afraid of skeletons? Gimli quickly denied it.
Because it's foggy.
At this time, the distance between the people in front and behind was widened a lot.
The movement speed is also significantly slower than before.
"Kaka..."
The number of foreign objects stepped on underfoot is also becoming more frequent.
Even if the fog didn't dissipate, Morgan could still feel with his feet that more and more foreign objects appearing on the ground below were skulls.
Just like the one Gimli picked up earlier.
As everyone went deeper, the mountain road continued to grow larger, and the surrounding space also grew larger. The lengthened distance between the front and back did not allow the three torches to illuminate much of the area.
The dim firelight, the strange rising mist, the surrounding silence, and the extremely depressing atmosphere.
"Follow closely."
"Don't look down!"
At this time, Morgan looked around and looked at the Dúnedain rangers whose pace was slowing down and falling behind and said in a deep voice.
His words immediately woke up everyone behind him from their drowsiness and depression.
Everyone immediately accelerated forward.
Click, click, click...
The sounds of bones that had been scattered for countless years were immediately being trampled to pieces.
Morgan turned his head and saw Aragorn, who was leading the way, standing in front of a fork in the road and stopping.
Morgan strode forward: "What's wrong?"
Aragorn: "This makes me hesitate..."
After hearing Aragorn's words, Morgan looked up at the two dark intersections ahead, one on the left and the other on the right, and then said: "I'm afraid we have been noticed by the residents of this mountain since we entered this mountain road."
The words fell.
Aragorn's eyes immediately lit up, as if he had thought of something, and he nodded immediately: "I understand." He pointed to the road on the left: "This way."
He said and walked forward quickly.
Morgan smiled slightly and followed immediately.
The huge team of nearly forty people continued to deepen along the winding dark mountain road.
I don’t know exactly how long it took.
Under the leadership of Aragon and Morgan, everyone finally walked out of the narrow and depressing mountain road and walked into an empty, wide and tall flat square.
At this time, an extremely cold voice finally sounded.
"Who broke into my territory without permission..."
A cold and loud voice sounded instantly.
At the end of the square ahead, in front of a huge, decayed palace building, a skeleton figure wearing a crown, bright robes, and a hazy but white light appeared all over his body.
The moment he saw the glowing skeleton, Aragorn immediately shouted: "Of course he is the one you will be loyal to!"
"Allegiance..."
"snort..."
Upon hearing this word, the skeletal figure wearing a crown seemed to ignore the arrogance of the humans in front of him, and just said in a cold voice: "This is the land of the dead, and it is guarded by the dead."
"All living beings will not be allowed to pass."
"You who trespassed, please stay forever!"
The crowned skeleton figure sneered.
Around the extremely wide square, a large number of densely packed pale white hazy skeletons immediately appeared in the ruins of the dilapidated buildings, and they were quickly surrounding the crowd in the square.
this moment.
Facing the huge undead people attacking from all directions.
The gray-clad tourist group from the north immediately gathered together when they saw a large number of undead appearing around them. They all drew their long swords and looked nervous as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Legolas' face was extremely serious, and the long bow in his hand was already stretched out and stretched into a full moon.
Jin Li was holding a battle ax and looking nervous.
Morgan held a torch in one hand and a sword in the other, looking solemnly at the skull leader wearing a crown in front of him.
This was the first time in his life that he had seen the undead.
From the plot in my mind, these undead are basically immune to physical attacks and invulnerable.
Incomparably powerful and terrifying.
However, compared to Morgan, he believed that the Modo Ringwraiths who he had encountered before were also invulnerable, but they were much stronger than these undead.
"Not approved?"
"No, you don't just want me to pass!"
"You also want to declare your surrender and allegiance to me!"
Aragorn shouted with no fear on his face: "I summon you here."
"You must fulfill your promise!"
Such a confident posture made the Crown Skeleton King's expression change.
As if remembering something, the Crown Skeleton immediately looked at the humans in front of him and stepped forward quickly and shouted: "No one can give me orders except the King of Gondor!"
"Then look at this!"
Aragorn said, raising the sword of Elendil "Anduliel - Fire of the West" in his hand.
Seeing the exquisite long sword in the human hand in front of him with complicated patterns on the blade, the knowledgeable Crown Skeleton King was immediately stunned.
He was deeply impressed by the sword that symbolized the royal power of Gondor and was held in the hands of Isildur (Isildur), the former King of Gondor.
He also hated and feared Isildur, King of Gondor, who had cursed his people.
After wandering in this cold mountain for countless years, but still unable to find rest, they already regretted their original choice.
But Isildur's curse had long since taken effect.
The royal family of Gondor also hates the betrayal of their own family.
This is why for so many years, they have never been forgiven by the King of Gondor, and they can never rest in peace, and can only continue to sink in this world.
Having said that, let’s briefly introduce the grudges between this group of undead and the Kingdom of Gondor.
This group of undead are the original inhabitants of the White Mountains, also known as the Mountain People.
Because many years ago, he declared his allegiance to Aragorn's ancestor, Isildur (Isildur), the King of Gondor.
But when Gondor was at war with Sauron, these once loyal mountain people refused to serve Gondor.
This also led to the great anger of Isildur, the King of Gondor who felt insulted.
So Isildur cursed them.
Then, the royal power of Gondor suddenly changed, until finally the bloodline of King Isildur fell.
These people in the mountains can only be trapped in this world by the curse.
They need forgiveness and understanding from the King of Gondor.
Only then can the soul truly rest.
This is the grudge between these people in the mountains and the royal family of Gondor represented by Aragorn.
...
Although I recognize the sword of Elendil that represents the King of Gondor.
But so many years have passed.
The Skeleton King wearing a crown would not believe that the human man who suddenly appeared in front of him and looked nothing special was the King of Gondor.
At this moment, the Crown Skeleton, who had been trapped by the curse for countless years, just wanted to kill the bastard pretending to be the King of Gondor.
The Crown Skeleton King drew out his sword and rushed toward the humans in front of him.
Aragorn strode forward resolutely without fear.
Some people in the Dúnedain Rangers at the rear were immediately worried that the patriarch Aragorn was about to go into battle, but Morgan held out his hand to stop them.
"This is a battle between kings, and you can't help."
Morgan spoke calmly.
The Dúnedain Ranger who was stopped immediately lost his impulse.
He has already seen the high status of this Morgan.
What's more, there is indeed a battle between the clan leader and the skeleton leader.
"boom..."
The sword of Elendil suddenly collided with the sword of the Crown Skeleton King, making a sound like gold and iron clashing.
Morgan's heart skipped a beat.
"Is it the sword of Elendil that can hit the opponent?"
"Or is it because of Aragorn's identity?"
"Or maybe these undead armies are different from the memory plot and can be directly attacked by long swords?"
Morgan's doubts cannot be answered for the time being.
The battle between Aragorn and the Crown Skeleton King has already decided the winner.
Aragorn swung his sword past the opponent, raised his foot and kicked the Crown Skeleton King to the ground, then quickly stepped forward, and the sword of Elendil was placed on the neck of the Crown Skeleton King.
"How can it be?"
"Isn't the bloodline of the King of Gondor cut off!?"
The Crown Skeleton King looked at Aragorn in front of him with a shocked expression and said in disbelief.
"Now he's back!"
Aragorn spoke coldly, and then moved the sword away.
The Crown Skeleton King was freed and quickly retreated in front of the undead army.
Aragorn just looked on coldly.
When the Skeleton King stood firm, he shouted again: "I am a descendant of Sildur, fight for me!"
"Regain your honor!"
"I will regard your oath as fulfilled!"
"How about it?"
Aragorn roared and looked at the Crown Skeleton King, then at the undead around him, and asked loudly: "How is it?"
The undead looked at Aragorn and the empty skulls of the people in the center of the square without any expression on their heads.
"Ha ha..."
The Skeleton King wearing a crown looked at Aragorn and laughed.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Smiled extremely happily.
How many years.
The day has finally come.
Just when a few members of the expedition team and a group of rangers from the gray-clothed army were laughing so hard at the skull leader wearing a crown in the broad square.
I saw the other party rushing in front of Aragorn extremely quickly, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, we promise you!"
"We go to war!"
"You have to remember your promise."
After the words fell, Aragorn felt calm and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he looked at the Skeleton King in front of him and said seriously: "Of course, this is my promise!"
...
Gondor.
It is located at the easternmost point of the White Mountains, close to the edge of the Anduin River.
There is a huge and majestic city.
It is built on the mountain.
Countless architectural rooms with exquisite shapes are connected layer by layer along the mountain peaks.
In this city, all the houses and walls are forged from gray, high-hardness limestone.
Therefore, this entire huge city has a white color that is very different from other cities.
Plus the city’s long and dazzling history.
This has also won this great city many reputations as "White City", "Stone City", "Tower of the Sun", "Tower of the Setting Sun", "Guarded City", "City of Kings" and so on.
It is "Minas Tirith", the capital of Gondor.
At this time, in a room in the tall, exquisite and luxurious palace on the top floor of the royal capital.
A tall, middle-aged black-haired man wearing a luxurious black mink coat was sitting next to a luxurious bed, looking at the handsome man lying motionless on the bed, with a heartbroken look on his face.
"Boromir..."
"my son..."
"Why don't you wake up yet..."
The middle-aged man murmured sadness in a focused voice.
At this time, there were rapid footsteps outside the room.
Soon, a cautious voice rang from outside the door: "Master Prime Minister, Gandalf wants to see you outside?"
"Go away!"
"Let him get away as far as he wants!"
"Gondor has no need of wizards."
"We don't need a liar wizard like him!"
"Tell him to get out of here!"
When the middle-aged man heard the sound at the door of the room, his expression immediately twisted and he became furious.
Outside the room, a soldier wearing exquisite armor couldn't help wiping the sweat around his two exposed eyes, and ran out quickly without any delay.
It didn't take long.
The wizard Gandalf, who was dressed in pure white robes, left the palace angrily. As he walked through the square, he glanced at a withered white tree that was protected in the center.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
after an hour.
A corner of a busy street in lower Minas Tirith.
"Did you see there..."
Gandalf was pointing at the beacon tower not far away, and said coaxingly to the two half-year-old children with thin bodies and dirty faces in front of them: "Whoever can quietly go up and light that pile of wood will be in my hand." All this money belongs to him..."
Half an hour later.
Beacon of Gondor.
Blue wolf smoke billowed into the sky.
