Chapter 57: The Wrath of Essinger

Isengard, although almost no one in Middle-earth knows about this magical holy land, it is not actually a country, but just a private territory belonging to the most powerful white robe in Middle-earth.

Wizard, Saruman's personal domain. The latest chapter of the Temple

Not long ago, when Saruman was the president of the "Holy White Council", there was only one building on this lush and vibrant land, a magical high school named "Isengard" with the same name as the land.

Tower, but now, this place has completely changed into something else.

The originally lush forests here have been cut down, and even the Fagon Forest that borders here has been burned to ashes.

The vibrant green was replaced by flames, lava, steel, and densely packed ugly and terrifying beastmen.

The white-robed wizard Saruman, with his immense magic power and endless wisdom, spent less than a month to transform the entire Isengard into an Orc military fortress.

The magic tower he lives in echoes the Dark Tower under the Doomsday Volcano of Modo. This twin-tower alliance has become an eternal nightmare in the hearts of all races on the mainland.

With the magic tower as the center, Saruman ordered the orcs to build a circular city wall with a radius of three thousand meters. The area within the city wall was burned to a scorched earth, and Saruman used his powerful and incredible magic to directly

The surface of the earth was torn apart, creating seven cracks in the earth that led directly to the underground lava rivers within the city wall.

Thousands of Orc craftsmen built underground fortifications based on these fissures in the earth, building weapons and armor arsenals that were simple and rough in style, but with extremely amazing production capabilities, as well as Orc incubation rooms that were carefully modulated and transformed by Saruman.

The current Essinger is like a rapidly developing industrial city.

Although these functional institutions can be described as "arsenals" and "incubators", if you look at them with just your eyes, they are just caves where orc craftsmen are busy working, and machines that can continuously dig from the ground.

It's just a quagmire of powerful orcs.

The Orcs are "currently" the most perfect unit on the road. Apart from their extremely ugly appearance and very dirty and disgusting habits, they still have too many advantages.

The combat effectiveness of a newly born Orc warrior is at least equivalent to two to three ordinary human infantry, and they can carry out continuous attacks without any need for logistical supplies.

In addition, the requirements for weaponry and equipment of the strong orcs are simply negligible. The armor and helmet only need to be thick and strong enough. There is no need for decorative patterns, design styles, polishing, or even metal at the corners.

There is no need to deal with the burrs, and the weapon is just a large and heavy iron sword. It only requires a few hammers from the orc craftsman to create a slope similar to a sharp edge on one side of the iron sheet.

Weapons and equipment like this, not to mention the elven warriors who pursue beauty and art, even humans, even those bandits, robbers, and barbarians cannot endure the devastation of these "junk equipment".

But half-orcs can do it. Not only that, these half-orc armors that are three times thicker than human armors, these "iron swords" that are comparable to the thickness and weight of dwarf battle axes, these junk equipment that others look down upon are amazing.

The orcs became extremely formidable warriors. One hundred sets were produced.

The time required for orc armor can only produce at most ten sets of human standard armor, or a set of elven archer light armor. Otherwise, Saruman would not have been able to create a military in such a short period of time.

Fortress, form a huge army. The latest chapter of the Temple

But the owner of this terrifying army, the feared white-robed wizard Saruman on the mainland, was covering his forehead with his hand, screaming and rolling on the ground...

| "Damn it~~~! Is that person called 'Lilin'? He, he dares to destroy my soul clone. I, I, Saruman, swear in the name of the white-robed wizard, I must catch him,

Then curse him and make him struggle and moan in pain for a thousand, no, ten thousand years, before his soul is completely destroyed."

Cursing viciously, Saruman stood up with difficulty on crutches. Then he raised his arms, and silently, all the orc servants hiding outside the door were shot to death... Great.

How could the white-robed wizard Saruman's miserable appearance be seen by these lowly things and then be spread out?

Saruman was in a very, very bad mood at this time. The gray-robed wizard Gandalf, who was first imprisoned by him, whom he valued very much, and who was also very fearful of him, actually used the help of Guan He, the leader of the "Giant Eagle", to get him from him.

escaped from his hands.

This must be the fault of those damn elves, because only the most powerful elf king can seek help from the giant eagle clan, which is at the top of the sixth-level magical creatures.

In fact, this is nothing. What really made Saruman furious was that the plan he had painstakingly arranged to overthrow the Kingdom of Luohan was actually destroyed by a bastard of unknown origin. Not only that, even one of his soul clones was destroyed.

Buried in Lilin's hands, the reason why he felt so painful just now was precisely because his soul was hurt. It is not an easy thing to recover from this kind of damage.

Saruman endured the headache, holding his wand, and walked step by step to the observation deck of Isengard Magic Tower. He looked down and saw that thousands of orcs had gathered there.

Different from their rude appearance, the orcs are a very disciplined race and always maintain a strong fighting spirit.

The ugly but strong soldiers lined up in more than a dozen neat square formations of a thousand people, each with their chests held high and their heads high, full of energy. Although the weapons and armors in their hands were crude, they exuded bloody murderous intent, combined with the desolate and melodious music.

With the sound of the trumpet, a strong evil spirit rose into the sky, and even the sun in the sky was dimmed.

This made Saruman, who was in charge of the inspection, quite satisfied. After all, based on the "Orcs" created by the Demon King Sauron, the "Strong Orcs" carefully prepared and transformed by himself not only did not have the weakness of the Orcs' fear of the sun, but were also more powerful.

Stronger and more obedient. This has always been Saruman's pride, and it is also an important bargaining chip for him to try to be on an equal footing with the Demon King Sauron.

Seeing the densely packed troops belonging to him under the tower, Saruman's headache suddenly eased a lot, and a smile appeared on his face again.

The white-robed wizard took two deep breaths and said to the bottom of the tower: "A new force has risen, and it will devour the entire world... Soon after, the blood of the Rohan people will dye the earth red, and the blood of the War Temple will be stained red.

Believers will become your rations, set off~~~! My army~~~! Set off~~~! Embark on the journey! Set off~~~! Go and destroy everything~~~! The war~~~! has begun

Gone! Humanity~~~! There will be no tomorrow~~~!”

Saruman's voice was not loud, but under the amplification of magic, it was like thunder that resounded between heaven and earth. Not only every strong orc could clearly hear the white-robed wizard's pre-war mobilization, those words

It made their blood boil and their fighting spirit soar into the sky.

Seeing the vast army marching towards Rohan, the kingdom of hussars, with a devastating momentum, Saruman finally felt relieved.

But suddenly, the white-robed wizard's eyes changed, and he immediately raised his head to look at the distant sky, only to see a ray of light flying towards him under the shadow of the sun.

There was no time to dodge. The white-robed wizard only felt a shock in his chest. The next moment, a dark green spear more than four meters long had pierced his chest and was inserted into the ground behind him, killing Saru.

Man was nailed to the ground.

And this gun is the one that carries the wrath of the thirty-three Rohan Heroic Spirit Kings... the "Spear of the Kings".

Now back in the central square of Edoras City, King Théoden has got rid of the vicious curse on his body and has returned to normal, but his body is still very weak. Saruman had no plan to let him live longer.

For a long time, in order to enhance the effectiveness of the curse, he was fed potions containing highly toxic potions every day.

The current King Théoden is no longer the invincible warrior he once was. He even needs the support of two people to stand.

Grima Wormtongue had long been frightened out of his wits, and his little ambition had long since vanished with the destruction of Saruman's soul clone.

Lord Qiaoyan is very clear about how many sins he has committed and how many people he has offended. Not to mention, the high priest of the War Temple and the female swordsman next to Saint Lilin are the former legion commanders who were expelled by him.

Moreover, the reason why Mr. Qiaoyan expelled her was because he intended to rely on his power to force her to submit and dedicate her body to him. After being rejected and insulted, he framed Catherine Fabir.

Thinking of this, Grima Qiaoyan already knew that his end had come.

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