"Who are you? Why do you know so much?" This question can be said to be heartbreaking, and it penetrated deeply into the heart of the Dark Messenger.
Fang Senyan stared at him and said word by word:
"In our country, there is a person who is willing to break his arm to win the trust of his enemies, and then he uses this trust that can be sacrificed to destroy anything he can destroy. You once said before, Holy Spring Square
The magic ditches below only need to be destroyed a little bit, and half of the people present will not survive. So how do I know that there is nothing under the Pure White Tower at this time? After the explosion, our corpses will be wiped out? Let the enemy come from the top
The pleasure of falling directly must be extremely satisfying."
The Dark Messenger fell silent for a moment. Sheyan's words separated him from the rest of the people. After a while, he said calmly:
"You don't even believe in Lord Sauron's divine power?"
"Sir Sauron is of course trustworthy, but this definitely does not mean that everyone under his command is loyal!" Sheyan said tit for tat: "Besides, in comparison, I believe in myself more."
At this time, he turned to the ace team and said:
"Aziz and I stay, and the rest of the people immediately retreat to the fourth city wall! You also take away half of the recruits. At this time, the remaining guys in the Pure White Tower are already at the end of their game, leaving such
What are the many people doing here? Waiting to be made dumplings?"
When everyone heard what Sheyan said, they immediately felt that it made sense. The terrain of Minas Tirith was so dangerous, and our group only had to hold on to the main road. Where could they escape to? Gathering here was not a good idea.
The more people there are, the better. If someone makes dumplings for you, you will cry without tears.
After everyone left and only a few elites remained, Fang Senyan said solemnly:
"Now, messenger, tell me your identity and origin. This is not a request."
The Dark Messenger was stunned for a while, and then took off his mask. Everyone was shocked, because his face was very similar to the dead Aragorn, but there was a terrible scar across his cheek.
, and the skin color of the Dark Messenger is not human at all, it is like green tree bark with moldy moss on it.
"I am a half-dead creature, wandering on the edge of the world of the living and the world of death. Because I was transformed after I expired, I do not have the terrifying power of Lord Ringwraith. I only retain the memories that should be retained, and
My name should be Darth Telkantai! To be precise, in terms of seniority, I should be Aragorn's uncle and a descendant of Isildur."
"The reason why I know this damn city so well is because I once lived here! Denethor (the father of the current Regent of Gondor) discovered me when I was a child and originally told me that I would bring Gondor to the throne when I grow up.
The position of king was returned, but... while he returned the crown and scepter to me, he also made me drink poison!"
Sheyan looked at him, frowned and said:
"It doesn't make sense. If Denese really doesn't want to return the throne to you, then why should he support you and let you have access to these secrets? Wouldn't it be better to find him and kill him directly?"
The Dark Messenger sneered:
"He was well prepared, you know? The current regent, Denese, was born when the former regent was exactly one hundred and eighty-seven years old (Chinese people have a longer life span), so he can be regarded as a son of old age.
"
"That old guy from Denese was prepared with both hands. If he had no heirs in this life, he returned the throne to the royal bloodline. He didn't have any cheap political opponents, and he also gained a good reputation for himself! If he had a son, then he would
Of course they will kill me! What a pity that the old bastard got his own heir just when he was about to decay."
"You are so lucky." Sheyan said sincerely. "Even humans in Middle-earth find it difficult to get a woman pregnant after one hundred years old. This old guy actually got a woman pregnant at the age of one hundred and eighty-seven.
The probability of getting pregnant and giving birth to a son is no different than meeting a thirty-year-old virgin while walking on the street."
The Dark Messenger—or rather Mr. Darth Telcontai twitched the corners of his mouth with a smile on his face, and then said viciously:
"Whether it's luck or bad luck, things have happened anyway, and I don't care anymore. Now there is only one thought in my rotten brain, which is to let this damn city be destroyed in my hands! Yes, I he*
I just want to be the biggest prodigal son. The wealth left by those damn ancestors cost me my life, so I will destroy it all with my own hands!"
"It sounds very realistic, and there are no flaws." Sheyan nodded.
The Dark Envoy glared at him, and Sheyan said to the remaining Blue Light Team and the Sea Alliance's humanity as if he didn't realize it:
"Now we still have hundreds of mercenaries, right? Eliminate the valuable ones. I suggest that these guys be dispersed into groups of ten people. No matter how many troops are deployed, they can't be deployed, and then aim at the net
The White Tower carries out intermittent attacks in turns. In this case, even if there is any conspiracy, our losses will be the lowest - in short, we can't take away most of the people we hired, right?"
"And in the end, if you can break through the Pure White Tower and kill those bastards, it all depends on luck. Of course, those who are willing to invest and use contribution points to hire soldiers will definitely have a higher chance of winning the big prize - Mr. Darth Telcontai seems to have something to say.
Say? I wish I could get a better suggestion."
The Dark Messenger said coldly:
"Your suggestion is very good. I just want to add that Lord Sauron also asked me to bring some excellent equipment to strengthen the combat effectiveness of the dark believers. I think you may need them. Each set of equipment can provide
The wearer provides additional strength, and the combat effectiveness can probably be improved by one level, allowing ordinary half-orcs to reach the astonishing level of strong orcs."
Sheyan stared at the Dark Messenger for a while, and then said:
"Thanks."
The steps in front of the Pure White Tower were dyed red with blood, and the lawn above the Holy Spring Square was ruthlessly trampled to pieces. As for the Holy White Tree, it was turned into ashes. Bodies were piled up in front of the Pure White Tower, shouting at the top of their lungs.
The sound of killing never stopped.
The most terrifying warriors in the world are believers, powerful believers supported by fanatical religious beliefs! They can despise death, because for them, fighting to death for their beliefs is a manifestation of loyalty!
This is already the seventh wave of attacks. The people blocking the entrance to the Pure White Tower have changed six times. This is because the dwarf king Jin Pei resisted the first four waves before retreating to rest. Unfortunately, this one is very powerful.
The dwarf, who is gifted in combat, has been full of love for heavy weapons with both hands since he was born. Otherwise, if Jin Pei was an excellent dwarf shield defender, coupled with the dwarf's strong body, he would really cause a lot of trouble to Sheyan and the others.
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By the time the tenth round of attacks came, the people blocking the door had begun to suffer casualties. By the time the nineteenth round of attacks came, the survivors of the Human Alliance had retreated to the third floor of the Pure White Tower. This meant that
The doorway best suited to defend has been lost.
And Sheyan and the others prepared twenty-seven rounds of uninterrupted attacks!
Fall is imminent.
But at this moment, there was suddenly a strange smell in the air. You could see a strange fluctuation in the air around the Pure White Tower, as if a colorless and transparent glass rod was being stirred in the water.
The quick consequences are here! The Dark Messenger did not tell lies!
The destruction of the King of Gondor's Tomb attracted the attention of the Maia, and they began to take action to try to make the followers of the Dark King suffer as much innocent losses as possible, and people with high perception can clearly detect that these Maia are simply
It will immediately awaken the soul of the powerful equipment temporarily, and then fly back to its tribe according to the owner's will!
However, at this moment, Sheyan stood up, pointed at the Pure White Tower and said loudly and disdainfully:
"I! Mighty sailor, challenge you cowards. The soul and blood of a mere Aragorn are not enough to satisfy the hunger and thirst in my heart. Don't you want to avenge Aragorn? Don't you want to fight for the one who fights alongside you?
To avenge the man who lived and died together, do you want his skull to be my treasure forever?"
The Pure White Pagoda, which had been silent all this time, suddenly responded like a volcano erupting:
"Your soul will be damned and tortured forever!"
"I'm going to knock your brains out with an axe."
"Don't go, don't be fooled!"
“………….”
Fang Senyan said calmly:
"I respect the Warriors, so those who stand up can have a fair chance to fight with me. The people next to me will not take action. It is the simplest, most direct and pure 1V1. And, if you defeat me, then get me
The precious equipment you have on you can at least allow these bastards to let you and the other two people go."
"How do I know what you say is true?"
Hearing the reply, Sheyan looked a little surprised.
Fang Senyan's purpose of standing up at this time and seemingly pretending to be a B is actually very simple - to defeat him, then the opponent will not be able to give up his extremely sophisticated weapons and equipment, otherwise he will die - just to get it last.
One stroke!
At this time, he was in his prime, and the enemy was almost exhausted. There were only a handful of heroic figures in the Human League from beginning to end. Except for that old guy Gandalf, who was not sure of victory,
It was really a sure thing. He originally thought that the irascible Jin Pei would step forward - well, his two-handed legendary battle ax "Mr. Van Zerik" looked good too.
However, Sheyan did not expect that the person who should have taken the bait was the elf prince Legolas! (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)