The Lord of the Rings is different from World of Warcraft. Middle-earth is not Azeroth. The undead are not independent races in terms of setting. To be precise, they are lonely ghosts like duckweeds.
Both Saruman and Sauron were lonely ghosts who were not accepted by their superiors and wandered around Middle-earth all day long until they disappeared.
Sauron forged the Lord of the Rings in advance, and his powerful mana was not lost. He condensed the spirit into shape and was able to make a comeback.
Saruman is not good enough. He failed to obtain the Supreme Lord of the Rings and failed to create his own. As a Maia, he will not truly die, but will only live a life worse than death.
The undead in Denhallow are worse than Saruman. Saruman is a god. If the leader misses him one day, he might be able to stand up, put on his white robe again, and continue to fight Gandalf.
But the undead in Denhalo cannot die even if they want to. They were just ordinary people when they were alive, and they will never be reincarnated because of the curse.
As long as their oath to Gondor is not fulfilled for a day, they will not be able to rest for a day. They will be full of shame and pain when they are alive. After death, their bodies will rot and their souls will continue to suffer.
This grind lasted for thousands of years. They had food, beauty, treasure, and rights. They had the desires of the living, but they did not have the bodies and adrenaline of the living. They were always accompanied by pain and regret.
It is better to die than to live, which does not apply to them. In their dreams, the undead are thinking about how to die simply. Death is a relief for them.
At the beginning, the undead placed their hope in the royal family of Gondor. Later, when the royal line was broken, they placed their hope in the wizards.
As a result, Gandalf smiled and said nothing, Saruman looked down on the losers who could only scare people, other wizards did not like them, and no one was willing to help them give them a lift.
Even the Demon King Sauron despises these traitors. You must know that the undead of Denhalor first believed in Sauron. When the war broke out, they not only betrayed Gondor, but also Sauron.
After thousands of years of torture, normal people have gone crazy at this time, but the undead can't do it. They can't go crazy even if they want to.
Finally, they waited until the savior appeared, and they all followed the leader of the undead and knelt on the ground. If they hadn't been unable to touch Russell without a physical body, they would have started licking him.
The undead were chirping, and thousands of words converged into one sentence: Please be killed!
…
Bang! Bang! Bang————
Dozens of undead knelt in a row. Every time Russell fired a shot, violent cheers erupted in the square, rising and falling like a tide. Thousands of undead people lined up, and when it was their turn to step forward to die, they were so excited that they almost cried.
"Good kill!"
"Brothers, I'll take the first step, I'm so happy!"
"Master Wizard is so kind..." An undead howled and cried, although there were no tears.
"He's very handsome!"
"Yes, he's very handsome..."
Suave, talented, handsome, upright, and resourceful (4,000 words are omitted here), the undead sent exaggerated rhetoric. Although they did not know idioms, the translation roughly meant this.
When Russell heard the praise, his expression didn't change at all. He told the truth, so there was nothing to be happy about.
Bang!
After firing another shot, Russell shook his arm and put the sand eagle into the space ring: "I don't want to play anymore, I'm tired of it!"
The leader of the undead who was kneeling on the ground became anxious and jumped up: "Master Wizard, how can you be tired of it! We still have many tricks, at least... at least shoot me!"
Russell waved his hand, came to the expressionless trio, pushed Aragorn forward: "I'm tired, let him do it."
The leader of the undead looked Aragorn up and down, circled him twice, and then asked, "Wizard?"
"No..." Aragorn said feebly. His painting style was too deviated, and his heart was a little tired.
"Then why are you standing up?"
The undead leader's voice immediately rose an octave, and then he bent down and looked at Russell flatteringly: "Master Wizard, why don't you take a rest first? It doesn't matter if I wait for a while."
"I am the heir of Gondor, fight for me, and I can regard you as fulfilling your promise." Aragorn said.
"Hmph! The entire Middle-earth continent knows that the royal bloodline of Gondor has been cut off. You can't even think of deceiving us."
The leader of the undead snorted coldly and said with a ferocious face: "If you are really the descendant of that person, I will definitely kill you. His vicious curse makes our lives worse than death. For the sake of the wizard, I will give you a new... …”
Clang!
Aragorn pulled out the holy sword, stood it on his chest, and glanced sideways at the undead leader.
With a whoosh, all the undead in the square fell to their knees. The leader of the undead changed from his previous arrogance and choked with a trembling voice: "The Saint of the Western Royal Family, the King of Gondor, the great descendant of Elendil, we... …We’ve been waiting for you!”
"Great King of Gondor, we have been waiting for your command!"
"The King of Gondor has not forgotten us, how merciful he is!"
"He's very handsome!"
"Yes, he's very handsome..."
(Omit 4000 words here)
Aragorn heard all kinds of praises, but his face did not change at all, because he had just heard it again.
"King of Gondor, my master..."
The leader of the undead knelt and floated forward two steps on his knees. He desperately... failed to hold onto Aragorn's thigh and missed, but this did not affect his show of loyalty. He swore and swore: "Please tell me who the enemy is. I promise to lead the army and scare all the enemies to death!"
What a bunch of snobs!
Aragorn didn't like this group of undead, but he still had to follow the procedures. He raised the holy sword high, his domineering anger leaking out, and shouted sternly: "I swear in the name of the King of Gondor, as long as you fight for me , fight for Gondor, and I will see you fulfill your past promises. At that time, the curse will be lifted and you can rest in eternal rest..."
Aragorn has been preparing this line for a long time. There was originally a line of "Would you like it?", but judging from the current posture, it is probably not used.
"We are willing to fight for Gondor and die for our master..." The undead leader drew his sword and responded to Aragorn's oath.
"You only have one chance..." Aragorn said nonchalantly. After conquering an army, he didn't feel the slightest pleasure of conquering, but felt a little disgusted.
Facts have once again proved that if you lick until you have nothing left, it is better to be more reserved as an undead!
"Please rest assured that the forgotten people will definitely keep their promises. We have been waiting for thousands of years for this moment. We have never forgotten our vows. We live cautiously, for fear that we will not be able to fulfill our promises if we die..."
Aragorn: "..."
I'm not blind, you just rushed to your death, I saw it all!
Perhaps because he felt that his words were not very convincing, the leader of the undead smiled and explained: "Actually, we responded to the call of the King of Gondor, but... it rained too much that day, and the trip was delayed for two days."
