Saruman murmured in his heart that Russell, like Gandalf, had reached the point of depravity and had reached the bottom long ago. There was no such thing as depravity.
He clenched his fist and coughed lightly, pointed at the black sky above his head, and wondered: "What's going on in the palace, and what's going on in Mordor?"
"When you are bored, have fun with old friends like Gandalf and Aragorn."
"..."
"What, what do you mean by that look in your eyes, can't you?"
"Okay, okay, I personally have no objection, but..."
Saruman looked at the sky again with a strange look on his face: "Why do you want to have fun with Gandalf when he immediately came to Middle-earth?"
A question for smart people. Saruman saw that Russell had authority and probably a high status.
"Because I talked to Ilúvatar and was willing to lend Gandalf to me for fun."
Russell patted Saruman on the shoulder, raised his eyebrows and said, "Perform well. Whether you can return to the peak of Maia and wash away the humiliation Gandalf gave you depends on your next performance."
Gudu!
Saruman swallowed hard and quickly wiped the cold sweat on his head. At this point, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that Russell's identity was extraordinary and that he was higher than he had imagined.
Saruman in the white robe holds this thigh!
With the goal and direction clear, Saruman immediately determined to help Russell, pointing to the barren land of Mordor: "Great God, there is not a single soldier in Mordor, if..."
Uh-huh! !
With Russell's wave of his hand, hundreds of thousands of bones crawled out of the High Gros Plains. When they all broke out of the ground, the sky was filled with black sand, and they turned into armor, swords and other weapons.
Looking from a high altitude, one can see countless green dots wandering on the plains. They are the eyes of the undead. The number is so large that it makes one's scalp numb.
"Orcs...undead..."
Saruman was dumbfounded. He originally wanted to say that he had the ability to explode soldiers, but when he saw this scene, he shut up and stopped showing his shame.
"With soldiers but no generals, they are just scattered soldiers after all. Seeing that there are many people, they are actually vulnerable."
Russell muttered to himself, waved his hand and took out his 'eldest nephew' Eldarion from his black robe, and slapped him on the back of the head to wake him up from his coma.
Adarian opened his eyes in confusion, and when he focused his eyes, he saw two strangers in front of him, a kind-faced old man with a white beard, and a young man in a black robe.
How should I put it, although he is young, he is very knowledgeable. He has been trained as a crown prince since he was a child, and he can tell at a glance that these two are not good people.
"you……"
"It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is you, Eldarion, do you want to be king?"
Russell interrupted Adarian's question. He was tired of hearing too many questions like 'Who are you?'
"I am the King, the future King of Gondor!"
Adarian held his chest up and raised his head, and did not show any cowardice even in dangerous situations. This shows that Aragorn and Arwen have trained him very well.
"That's not necessarily the case. You are still young, and some things are not as simple as you think."
Russell touched the young man's forehead, but was not touched by him and was not embarrassed. He told the horror of the adult world: "Your parents have elf blood and can live for a long, long time. Although the king is a short-lived errand, consider that Bloodline, Aragorn will reign for at least a hundred years, you, the future king...tsk tsk..."
"I also have elf blood. It's only a hundred years. I'm not afraid. I can afford to wait!"
Adarian was first shocked by the number of one hundred years and turned pale. Then he came back to his senses, blushed and retorted.
"Young man, your hair will turn white in a hundred years. Besides, you really don't think you can become the king after a hundred years, do you?"
Saruman stroked his white beard and said, "King Elisa and his wife are still young and will have children again. In a hundred years, how many brothers and sisters will you have... Let me calculate one child a year, one hundred. One hundred in the next year, that’s not too much, right?”
Russell: (￣□￣;)
Eldarion: ┌(.Д.)┐
To be fair, it's quite excessive!
"Don't talk nonsense. You'll scare the child so much that his face will become deformed."
Russell rolled his eyes at Saruman, Maiya was indeed not a human being, as one could tell every year.
He raised his hand and touched Eldarion's head. The young man was shocked by the production of one per year and was currently doubting his life. He was in a stiff state and did not move away. His head was held down and rubbed.
"Eldarion, don't listen to his nonsense. One child a year is impossible. No matter how good the relationship is for a hundred years, you will still get tired of it. Your parents may be divorced in fifty years."
Russell made the devil's statement and continued to bombard Eldarion's young mind, feeding poison: "So, among your one hundred younger brothers and sisters, at least sixty or more are your father and other women. raw."
"Wow wow wow——"
Adarian didn't say anything. The perfect parental image in his heart collapsed, and he started to cry loudly.
"It's all you, it's all your nonsense!"
Russell was furious and punched Saruman in the face. With a bang, the latter flew backwards and exploded into a mushroom cloud on the plain in the distance.
The effect was outstanding. Eldarion shivered with fright, stood up obediently, and immediately stopped crying.
Hardcore coaxing children!
"Eldarion, what I have said so much is just to let you understand the truth. Whether you are a person or a king, you still have to rely on yourself in the end, especially the country's crown prince. Your biological father cannot be relied on, so..."
Speaking of this, Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a piercing light, he concluded: "The throne was snatched, and no matter how hard it is, I will win it by myself."
"..."
Adarian was stunned for a moment and thought about it carefully. What Russell said made sense.
"Now, I'll give you a chance to be the king on your own, do you want to?"
"want!"
Eldarion spoke firmly, and after speaking, he was on guard, fearing that he would be deceived by the bad guys.
"Don't be afraid. If I plan to harm you, white knives will go in and red knives will come out, and no one will know about it in the barren mountains and mountains. Why bother giving you another chance?"
"..."
Adarian nodded subconsciously. Although Russell looked evil, what he said made sense.
"Here, I give you Frostmourne. With it, you can command the 600,000 orcs on the Gogros Plains, as well as the bone dragon's exclusive mount."
Russell handed over a gorgeous magic sword with ice blue magic patterns, and added: "Six hundred thousand troops who don't need to eat, drink or rest, who have no sense of pain and are not afraid of death. This is the power that your father only dreamed of."
At such a young age, Eldarion could not withstand such temptation. When he heard that he was stronger than his father Aragorn, he immediately looked at the sword and drooled.
It looked very good, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, took the sword and held it in his hand.
Done!
Russell's mouth curled up slightly. How could a mere teenage boy like the Crown Prince of Gondor resist the temptation of Frostmourne? He also...
Ahem, in short, children can't stand this gorgeous and powerful artifact.
"Such terrifying energy, such a powerful weapon..."
Saruman ran back in disgrace, staring at Frostmourne with envy and hatred that made Eldarion subconsciously puff up his chest.
Boom! !
At this moment, the earth rumbled and trembled, and the bone dragon with a body length of more than 100 meters climbed out of the ground. With Eldarion on its head, it flapped its wings and took it straight into the sky, soaring over the huge Gogros Plain.
On the plain, whenever the bone dragon passed by at low altitude, the nearby undead orcs would kneel on the ground, holding weapons in hand to show their loyalty.
Soon, Eldarion's screams, which were slightly afraid of heights, changed. He was mixed with excitement, feeling that he could defeat Middle-earth alone.
It's not an illusion. At this moment, he can really beat Middle-earth.
"Okay, we have soldiers and generals, just wait for Gandalf's stupid guy to show up."
Russell nodded secretly. As expected of him, he instigated Aragorn's son to rebel in an instant.
It is conceivable that this boy will inevitably suffer a lot of physical pain in the future.
"Master, what about me?"
Saruman was dumbfounded. The 600,000 fully equipped orc undead army was no exaggeration to say that it was a walking natural disaster. In this game, Gandalf's army was in vain.
Then the question becomes, under the huge disparity, how can he have a chance to perform?
Without a chance to show off, how could he stand up and point his nose in Gandalf's nose and curse?
"Well, then you and Gandalf will face off, and you can vent all your grievances. If you have a good fight, I'll give you a nice word from Ilúvatar, and that'll be settled!"
"Hey, I'm sorry to trouble you."
Suddenly, Saruman seemed to have thought of something, glanced at the sky secretly, and whispered: "Great God, I will go to the Woodland Kingdom to persuade a hundred beautiful elves to surrender."
"This...this is not good!"
Russell took a breath, and he just said it casually, but Saruman who was listening actually took it seriously.
"It's about persuading people to surrender. The elves are willing to do so. There is no coercion. What's wrong with that?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Am I that kind of person? Get out of here right away. Don't let me see you again."
Russell scolded him with a straight face and waved his hand to tell Saruman to get out and stop staining his eyes here.
Although he had known a long time ago that the so-called white robes were darker than the other after being cut open, but this was too dark.
"..."
Saruman rolled his eyes. As a mature Maia, he understood what Russell meant.
You still have to persuade him to surrender, and you can't wait for someone to start immediately. However, he has a bad reputation and can only be blamed by Saruman!
Just carry it, he doesn't care as long as he can go back.
Besides, Gandalf had thrown a lot of blame at him, so he was used to it.
Thinking of this, Saruman escaped into the earth, used the skills of his current body, and rushed towards the woodland kingdom.
"He~~tui, Maiya's thoughts are too dirty, who are you looking down on!"
Russell frowned in contempt, Saruman still thought too much, but he didn't know that he just talked casually and had no idea.
but……
Just go, for such a big Demon King's Palace does lack some servants to serve tea and water.
Looking at Eldarion who was riding a bone dragon and shouting in the sky, Russell turned around and walked into the Demon King's Palace. Coulson and Bruce played it first. The script of Middle-earth was more interesting, and he planned to stay for a long time.
