At the end of the Road of the Dead, south of the White Mountains, is the territory south of Gondor.
Russell squatted on a boulder and looked towards the plains and coastline in the distance. Behind him, countless undead were arranged neatly.
The gray flags danced with the cold wind, and the leader of the undead shouted to summon the remaining tribesmen in the valley. The cavalry galloped over with their spears waving, and more and more undead gathered here.
The pale green fluorescence soared into the sky, and everything around him was illuminated green, such as... Aragorn.
The undead army easily exceeded 20,000 people, but its actual combat effectiveness was zero. Russell repeatedly confirmed that they indeed had no physical damage.
The only weapon of the undead is fear. Over thousands of years, these old ghosts have mastered various scaring techniques. If you pick any one of them, they can star in low-cost horror movies.
To put it another way, they have no other ability than scaring people!
"My king, your army is gathered here, waiting for the mission after thousands of years." The leader of the undead turned over and fell off his horse, kneeling in front of Aragorn.
Following the normal procedure, Aragorn should say a few words at this time to boost his morale. He himself had prepared a speech in advance, but when it came to his words, he really had nothing to say.
The undead are bent on death, and are not even afraid of death. Their military morale is available, so what else is there to say.
"Walk!"
Aragorn raised his hand to block the green light in front of him, and led the undead across the plains towards the coastline.
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At the same time, Minas Tirith, the capital of Gondor.
This capital of kings, built with the help of natural mountains, is truly a miraculous workmanship. The pure white wall is carved from hard mountain stone and stands like a sharp blade on the ground. It is the most powerful fortress in Middle-earth against the army of Mordor.
The royal capital is divided into seven floors, and each floor has its own independent city wall and entrance. As long as there is one soldier in the city, even thousands of troops cannot capture it. It is said to be impregnable.
But there has never been a fortress or a defense system in the world that could not be breached for a long time. It does not exist now and there will never be in the future, and Minas Tirith is no exception.
Pinning a country's hopes on one line of defense, the only outcome is for the whole country to surrender!
For example, right now, the capital is surrounded by an army of Orcs from Mordor. All passages, including the port, are controlled. There are Nazgul riding dragons in the sky. The capital is unable to send out signals for help and has become an isolated city.
Denese II was very drunk in the palace and felt depressed. Because he could not find anyone who understood him, he could only drink to drown his sorrows.
His most beloved son Boromir is back and has returned safely from Rivendell. The only drawback is that his most hated wizard Gandalf has also arrived.
When Denethor succeeded to the position of regent, he felt that Gandalf seemed to be honest and honest, but in fact he was full of filth, which would most likely affect his absolute rule over Gondor.
What he expected was true. Gandalf had found a successor to the royal family, and Gondor was about to have a new king.
But what he didn't expect was that his most promising eldest son, Boromir, who would succeed the regent in the future, would actually stand with Gandalf.
Denese's whole body is in bad shape, and God is pitiful. He has been diligently governing the country and has worked hard for so many years. What is the reason for this?
Isn't it just to lay a good foundation and pass the throne to Boromir, so that he can become a wise master and live a prosperous life!
Denethor felt that his son must have been replaced by someone else, or he was under Gandalf's witchcraft, otherwise his IQ would not have plummeted to an incurable level.
The most likely possibility was that the suit had been swapped. Boromir had gained a lot of weight and could no longer fit into his previous armor.
This is not normal. Before Boromir went to Rivendell, he could still wear a piece of chainmail under his armor. There was no reason for him to suddenly gain so much weight.
Moreover, the journey from Rivendell over the mountains to the Kingdom of Rohan was a hard and bumpy journey, and it seemed like I was losing ten pounds.
Denese retreated, locked himself in the palace, and poured himself a drink while thinking about his thoughts. Everyone gets drunk without being drunk, and soon he fell under the table.
Outside the door, three sneaky figures pushed open the door and walked in. The thief who also wore white robes was Gandalf, and the other two were Boromir and Faramir.
By the way, these two are brothers, and both are Denese's sons.
Boromir supports Gandalf and believes that Aragorn is the real king. Faramir supports Boromir. Whatever his brother says is right.
The two cheating sons took advantage of their positions to transfer the guards loyal to Denese in the palace and successfully sneaked into the palace.
Gandalf carefully lifted Denethor up, poured a bottle of potion into his mouth, and said with a smile: "The regent will wake up in two days, remember to feed him some water, otherwise, he will drink too much. Wake up thirsty early.”
Having said this, Gandalf stroked his beard. Gandalf in the white robe was an important person. When he came in, the regent didn't ask anyone to give him a seat. He also made all kinds of sarcastic remarks and starved him for two days as a punishment.
Hum hum, the last person who offended him has become a lonely ghost!
"Gandalf, won't anyone see it?" Boromir asked worriedly.
"The regent's heartbeat has not stopped, but the frequency is much slower. It will not be discovered without careful inspection. How you hide it depends on the performance of your brothers!"
Boromir smiled confidently after hearing this: "Gandalf, don't worry, I learned a lot from you... ahem, from Russell, especially the ability to tell lies with eyes open, even compared to you... ahem Hey, he’s still a little inferior to Russell, but there’s absolutely no problem in fooling the honest people in the palace.”
When Faramir heard this, he immediately looked at him with admiration. He was indeed a big brother. He went out to study once and became so powerful!
"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll take the first step..." Gandalf nodded with satisfaction, secretly thinking that Russell had done a lot of harm to Boromodo, and that all the good boys in Boromo were being led astray.
Gandalf left quietly, and everyone in the palace knew that the regent did not like him, and his stay would easily arouse suspicion.
After Gandalf left, Boromir closed his eyes and burst into tears three seconds later. He turned to Faramir and said, "Brother, cry, cry hard!"
Faramir opened his mouth wide and pondered for a while, then almost laughed out loud: "Brother, I can't cry."
Snapped!
Boromir slapped him away, and the latter covered his face in shock: "Brother, you hit me?"
As he spoke, Faramir shed tears of grievance. Although he regarded him as the son of the regent and the second heir to the throne, he was actually not loved by Denethor. In addition, his mother died early, and only Boromir loved him.
And now, his most beloved elder brother actually slapped him!
“Ahhhh————”
"Yes, that's it. Keep this intensity, no more will be enough..."
Looking at his sobbing brother, Boromir nodded, squeezed his tears, and shouted loudly outside the gate.
"Someone is coming!!"
"Come here, the regent has drank too much and is dying!!!"
"Brother, what about that? We have all transferred people away..."
Boromir: "..."
