Faramir only felt that his eldest brother was extremely powerful and had enough power to fight against Sauron's army, but he did not notice the worry on Boromir's face.
He hurriedly left the wall, his expression darkened, and his expression became unsightly.
Shortly after meeting Gandalf in Fangorn Forest, Boromir left the team after leaving Fangorn Forest.
Gandalf and the others are going to Rohan to fight the orcs from Isengard, and he also needs to return to Gondor to gather the power of Gondor to fight against Sauron.
The troops were divided into two groups, and everything went smoothly at first. As the eldest son of the ruling prime minister Nedthor, he had a high status in Gondor.
With him as the leader, he gathered his vassals and soldiers, and with Nedthor's acquiescence, Gondor assembled a huge army, more than seventy or eighty thousand in number.
It is precisely because of such a powerful army that they can always resist the attacks from Mordor, trade casualties for time, and then save their motherland.
However, after experiencing many battles, especially the Battle of Osgiliath, Gondor's army had already lost many soldiers.
It was also because his country was suffering from unimaginable dangers that Boromir used the power of the Dark Ring again and again to resist Sauron's orc army.
He quickly reached the top floor of Baicheng, pushed open the door of the main hall, and strode in.
The great hall was empty without any other Gondor officials.
Only in a seat under the throne sat a man with disheveled hair, luxurious clothes, and a somewhat sinister expression.
"Boromir, my son, you have successfully repelled another attack."
Prime Minister Denethor did not hesitate to praise his children, but Boromir did not look happy at all.
"Father, light the beacon fire. Gondor needs more reinforcements. Sauron's army is too numerous."
Gondor and Rohan are allies. If the beacon is lit, Rohan will definitely send troops to help. At that time, if they cooperate with each other, Sauron's army can be completely defeated.
Nedthor shook his head. He stood up and walked to Boromir: "My child, there is no chance. Rohan has been shrouded in darkness, and no one can spy on it."
Boromir's expression darkened, and he said: "Father, you shouldn't be talking nonsense at this time..."
"You also think I'm talking nonsense?"
He stared at his son, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, without any trace of his previous dejection.
But soon, he became crazy again: "Give up, Sauron is destined to be irresistible, and the darkness of the north is even more irresistible. This is the fate of Gondor, even the elves..."
Boromir did not continue to listen. He looked angry and just said: "I will light the beacon and take over the army."
"Hahaha, go ahead and try it."
Denethor just laughed and had no intention of stopping his son.
With another eye of true knowledge, he knew too many truths when spying on distant things.
Over the years, he has used this method to become the iron-blooded ruling prime minister of Gondor.
However, the Eye of True Knowledge is interconnected with Sauron's Eye of True Knowledge.
Even Saruman could not resist the temptation of Sauron's dark power. You can imagine how dangerous it is.
And Denethor used a mortal's will to resist this constant terror erosion. He went crazy, but until now he has not fallen into darkness and become Sauron's lackey.
From this perspective, this guy is indeed a hero-like figure, but unfortunately he is not the protagonist.
Boromir came out of the hall and ordered directly to the guards guarding the hall: "Light the beacon and tell all our allies."
"Yes, Lord Boromir."
The beacon fire was lit at the highest point of the White City, and the beacon fire was also lit at the Amundine post on the distant mountain.
Beacon fires passed one after another toward the distance. However, deeper in the White Mountains, the beacon fire transmission suddenly stopped.
Boromir's expression froze, he knew what this meant, the beacon message could not be transmitted, and there would be no more reinforcements from Gondor.
"Gandalf, what happened to you in Rohan?!"
Boromir tightened the secret ring in his hand, the reinforcements were gone, and now tens of thousands of orcs were watching under the White City.
Apart from this dark ring, he seemed to have nothing else to rely on.
"No, there is Frodo. As long as he throws the Supreme Ring into Mount Doom, then..."
Boromir was actually struggling in his heart. He found that the more he used the power of darkness, the more cold and cold he became.
In the darkness, he could feel the supreme existence above the darkness, and there was someone there who was above all existence.
It's just that he is afraid that he dare not touch such extreme darkness and such terrifying existence.
Although the temptation of the dark ring is not as direct as the Supreme Lord of the Rings, such darkness is even more difficult to escape.
He was worried that if he continued to use it, he would...
"Woo!"
The horn sounded again, and the orcs launched another attack. This time, the leader was not an ordinary orc. The Nazgul were hovering in the sky.
"The damn thing."
Boromir's face darkened, and the dark power of the dark ring in his hand spread out, and then wrapped around his own arm and sword. In an instant, it was like a ghost hand, and then rushed towards the city wall at an extremely fast speed.
The war broke out again, and countless orcs launched an attack like crazy. Gondor's warriors dropped rolling stones and logs from the high city walls.
The orcs were knocked down one by one, and some Gondor soldiers were killed by the crazy orcs during the battle.
Boromir held the black sword and rushed to the front, like a ruthless killing machine, constantly sweeping the orcs.
His eyes were dark, and there was a hint of excitement on his face. Killing gradually made him excited.
"Bah!"
The fallen demonic beast let out a shrill scream, and then rushed towards Boromir quickly.
"A beastly thing."
Boromir held the black sword in his hand and faced him head-on, slashing with the black sword in his hand.
The Nazgul also made the same move, slashing with a black blade, knocking Boromir staggering.
The black light in his eyes condensed, and his face was full of unwillingness. This ring spirit was more powerful than he imagined.
"You forced me to do this."
The power of the dark ring surged out even more violently, shrouding Boromir like pitch-black armor.
The fallen monster swooped down and landed in front of him. It cooperated with the Nazgul, and then attacked Boromir fiercely.
However, at this time Boromir moved, the dark armor completely covered him, and then he raised his sword high and turned into a huge black blade.
The sword flashed and passed directly through the head of the fallen monster at lightning speed.
"Poof"
The head fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and the Nazgul staggered, and at this time Boromir swept over with his sword.
The Ringwraith stopped the weapon in front of him, and with a clanging sound, he fell under the city gate.
"The damn thing."
Boromir was full of unwillingness. His strength was not enough to kill the immortal Ringwraith, but he had not noticed yet that a man in black robes had quietly landed on the highest point of the White City and was observing his every move.