When the Ring of Divide was placed on Boromir's finger, the power of darkness began to flow through his body.
In the body that just died, there is still Boromir's soul that has not left.
When the power of darkness came into contact with the soul, and the power of darkness began to spread under the skin of the body, Boromir suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.
"Boromir!"
Boromir stood up from Aragorn's arms, the corners of his mouth still full of blood that he had just spit out.
Jin Li smiled: "Brother, you have come to life."
"I......"
Boromir stretched out his hands and kept looking at his body. The bloody hole in his chest was shrouded in black aura, and then healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He could feel that his body contained a powerful force, cold, domineering, but very powerful.
The injuries sustained in the fight with the orcs are now healing quickly.
"I came back to life, this ring is very powerful."
Boromir knew what had just happened. He who had just died could sense everything around him.
He couldn't help but touch the ring on his hand, stood up, and said to Aragorn: "Aragorn, thank you very much."
Aragorn did not hesitate and put a ring on him before resurrecting him.
However, Aragorn frowned slightly, with a worried look in his eyes.
"Boromir, how do you feel physically? The origin of this ring may not be that simple."
Boromir was startled, he knew what Aragorn said.
"This ring is very powerful. I can feel that I am different from before, but...this power..."
Boromir drew out the broad-edged sword beside him with a clang, and slashed at the big tree not far in front of him.
Black light adhered to the blade of the sword, and the big tree hugged by one person was cut directly by the sword, making a loud creaking sound, and fell forward in front of him, making a loud noise when it hit the ground.
A big tree twenty to thirty meters high fell to the ground, and the broken branches were deeply embedded in the soil. The three of them were stunned by this scene.
Boromir simply gained superhuman strength.
Legolas looked serious: "The dark power in this ring is stronger than I thought. I'm worried that it is a conspiracy."
Gimli muttered: "Take him off? But what if Boromir dies again? Although he seems to be healed, no one can tell about these magical things."
"You can't take off the ring."
However, Boromir decisively rejected Legolas' proposal.
His eyebrows were lowered, but he said firmly: "Although this ring may not be a good thing, but... at least it is not as scary as the Supreme Lord of the Rings."
The terrible thing he said did not refer to power. No one except Sauron could exert the true power of the Supreme Lord of the Rings.
What he is afraid of is the endless desire, possession and madness evoked by the Supreme Lord of the Rings, destroying every trace of reason, even if he destroys everything in himself, he still wants to possess the Lord of the Rings and possess the Lord of the Rings.
This desire is so terrifying that it almost drives everything into madness.
And this ring, although he can feel the power of darkness, is not as crazy as the Lord of the Rings...
Just control the use of force...
Boromir looked at Aragorn, holding the sword in both hands, and then handed the sword to him horizontally.
"Boromir, you"
"Aragorn, you will be my supervisor. If...if I really fall into darkness, then you will end me."
Aragorn looked at Boromir in shock, and tried to persuade him: "Boromir, you don't need to be like this."
"No, I must. We need strength now. Saruman, Sauron and the others are too powerful, and this time the elves will not help us easily. Human beings need to bear their own sins, and we need strength."
He said it categorically. They all knew that Sauron could come back because Isildur was bewitched by the Ring and did not give up the Ring to destroy it, but took it for himself.
The elves have decided to retreat to the rest of the world. In this war, there are only humans and Sauron. Even the dwarves may not be Sauron's first target.
Everyone was silent for a long time. Aragorn took the sword and said, "I won't go that far."
"I hope too, but now it's time for us to save Pippin, and Frodo will definitely succeed."
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Around the Essinger Tower, billowing black smoke continued to surge into the sky, dyeing the white sky into a dirty and old rag.
This is where Saruman's orc army is forging weapons and armor with full force. The woods around the tower have been cut down by him. The abrupt tree stumps and the dirty and dark land have made the entire Isengard a mess.
Oops.
"Idiot, don't be lazy, or I'll throw you into the stove and use it as firewood."
"Shut up, you useless thing."
Vulgar curses and roars continued to sound. Orcs and strong orcs pushed each other, carrying wood and armor on their shoulders, and kept walking towards the processing table.
They are one of the most vulgar and bad races in Middle-earth. They were born in evil, and their pushing and yelling are already very restrained.
When left unchecked, they become ferocious and even feed on their companions.
One by one, they walked into the rift valley where weapons were processed. Sultry heat and humidity filled the entire rift valley embedded in the ground.
And in the depths of this rift valley, the nests of orcs hatching everywhere are like sticking to the corners of the rock wall, wet and full of mucus, and the sunken caves are filled with membrane-like things.
The orcs were gestated inside, a creation of black magic, more evil and more powerful.
One by one, the orcs pulled out the formed strong orcs from the diaphragm, scratched the membrane, and then threw them into the blood spring not far away.
Blood Fountain Gollum bubbles with blood, exudes demonic aura, and powerful energy, which further strengthens the orcs, making them stronger and developing beast-like features.
"Lord Saruman, we now have 20,000 Warcraft."
"Not enough, not enough, I need more powerful warriors."
Saruman looked at the powerful warriors coming out of the blood fountain one by one, feeling extremely satisfied.
It is such a powerful warrior that can help him unify the entire Middle Earth.
No, even the entire world, the Valar gods and Maia in other places will surrender to his rule.
But it's not enough now, far from enough. Only with more warriors can darkness envelope the entire world and make him stronger.
The ugly orc looked embarrassed: "But we have built an army as quickly as possible. We don't have enough firewood, and the blood fountain has reached saturation."
"Trash, firewood is right in front of us, there is inexhaustible wood in Fangorn Forest. As for the blood spring..."
Dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes. After spending so many resources to redeem the blood fountain, it was still too slow and not enough for him to build an endless army.
He shouldn't have just redeemed these in the first place, no, maybe he should have tried to grab them.
An evil light flashed across his eyes. Compared to the white-robed mage a few months ago, he now looked more sinister and darker.
"You don't need to worry about the blood spring. Just speed up the process and build an army for me."
"Sa, Lord Saruman, someone outside Essinger is looking for you, saying he is an acquaintance of yours and where you bought something from him."
Saruman was about to get angry and kick away the orcs who suddenly ran towards him, but suddenly he thought about it, his eyes flashed with strange color, and he said: "Take me there."