The battle lasted until late at night. Although the Orcs were at home late at night, the Nazgul were repulsed by Boromir.
Like the Black Knight, Boromir killed more and more unscrupulously. The orcs had no chance of capturing the White City, and the battle naturally gradually died down.
"Lord Boromir, we have lost two thousand soldiers, and the city wall still needs to be repaired..."
The battle had just ended, and the generals in charge of city defense came to report to Boromir one after another.
However, having just exited the black knight state, he looked indifferent and said coldly: "Let Faramir handle it."
After that, he left directly.
Every time he borrowed more power from the dark ring, it was a mental struggle. He didn't have the energy to deal with so many things.
Tap tap tap
The sound of footsteps echoed on the steps of Baicheng. In such a majestic capital built on the mountains, such corridors are extremely common.
But this time the echo of footsteps was particularly clear. In an uninhabited corridor, Boromir tightened his grip on the sword at his waist.
Crossing the corner of the corridor, the sword swung out.
Sonorous
The sharp sword is controlled by black energy, and the source of this energy is a mysterious man in black robes.
Boromir's pupils shrank suddenly, this power is a dark ring?!
"who are you?"
He asked coldly, but he repeatedly thought of the scene when he was resurrected. The origin of the dark ring, could it be this person?
"Boromir, like you, I am a messenger of the great master."
The Bone King of Angmar opened his black robe, revealing the appearance of pale bones. The fire of the soul was beating like a flame in his eyes, and he stared at the shocked Boromir.
"Is he Sauron's lackey?!"
The face of the skeleton was like the power of the undead. Boromir immediately thought of the largest dark force in Middle-earth - the Demon King Sauron.
However, Angmar Bone King showed disdain: "He is just a minion. You should have felt the great master, right?"
The Bone King revealed the dark ring on his finger, and the power of darkness slowly lingered without any cover-up.
Boromir thought of the supreme being in the darkness. If it was him, then Sauron really didn't deserve it.
"What do you want from me?"
Boromir braced himself and tried to be as vigilant as possible. He knew how powerful the Dark Ring was, so he was even more aware of the threat of this power.
"Guide you to find the right path. You are still too weak to use the power of this dark ring."
The Bone King of Angmar is very competent, at least he thinks Boromir would be a good Dark Ring user.
Giving Gondor as a wedding dress to the great master, even if the Dark Ring Messenger opposite him is a pig, he, the Bone King of Angmar, wants him to join the religion today.
Boromir looked serious, and he flatly refused: "I will not become a slave of darkness, I..."
"Even if Sauron's army destroys the White City, destroys the entire Gondor, and slaughters everyone, your father, your brother, everything you hold dear?"
Boromir froze, this was his weakness, the Ring of Darkness was trembling slightly, and a voice sounded from the bottom of his heart.
"Promise him"
This was his inner thought. After using the Dark Ring so many times, it had already left an indelible shadow in his heart.
The power of darkness emerged from the ring, and he wanted to use the power of the dark ring to reject the powerful Angmar Bone King in front of him.
In an instant, he entered the state of a black knight. The black armor made him extremely tall, about one foot tall, and filled with black energy.
"Leave my country!"
He swung his sword at the Bone King of Angmar, and the powerful attack fell on the corridor, causing huge cracks in the white rock.
"You know nothing about power."
The Bone King of Angmar had no intention of evading. The power of the black ring was also activated. The power of darkness swirled between his white bones, and then the bones of his left arm grew crazily and turned into a huge bone blade.
He swung the bone blade, making a clanging sound, and slashed directly at Boromir's black sword.
With just one strike of the sword, Boromir flew backwards.
The Bone King of Angmar moved and came directly in front of Boromir. White bones grew out of his body and instantly held Boromir in his hand like a branch.
The sharp bone spurs pierced the black armor and spurted blood on Boromir's body.
"You are so cautious and timid even when borrowing the master's power. What can you protect?"
The Bone King of Angmar pulled him in front of him, pointed to the north with his hand, and said: "My master's army is right there, endless. Can Gondor stop it?"
Boromir was thrown to the ground by him, and then said: "With the gift of the master, you are lucky, and Gondor is lucky. You have a chance to keep Gondor under the master, as long as you are obedient enough."
Whether it's through coercion or inducement, or by telling the truth, the Bone King of Angmar is just a skeleton, but compared to his predecessor, the Witch King of Angmar, his level of cunning is almost the same.
Boromir was completely shaken in his heart, and made up his mind in a daze, half-kneeling on the ground: "I am willing to offer my loyalty as long as Gondor is preserved."
"Yes"
As soon as the oath was taken, Zhang Ziyu's voice came from nowhere.
The power of the dark ring seemed to come alive, spreading towards Boromir's body. He became more powerful at this moment.
"This power!"
Boromir was extremely shocked by his changes. If the Nazgul came again, he could completely kill them with the power of darkness.
He stood up, and the Bone King of Angmar laughed out loud: "Boromir, your choice is wise."
"I just want to save Baicheng."
Boromir looked at the Bone King of Angmar: "How do we deal with the orc army under the White City?"
"Use them to deal with themselves. I will help you tomorrow."
After the Bone King of Angmar said this, he suddenly remembered something and said: "Boromir, remember to make good use of your dark ring to build your personal bodyguards, otherwise the polished commander will not be able to mess around."
The kind reminder made Boromir frown slightly and start thinking.
After fully accepting the dark ring, his transformation was huge. He used to prevent others from being eroded by the power of the dark ring, but now everything is different.
"I will."
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To the north, in the deep valley.
The high-level elves headed by King Elrond, Lancedil, and Galadriel gathered together. In front of them lay an old man in a white robe, who turned out to be Gandalf.
"The power of darkness is eroding his body. This is not Sauron's power. He is far more terrifying than Sauron."
Galadriel looked at Gandalf's dark shoulders with a fearful expression on her face. Even the Supreme Lord of the Rings could not make her show such a face.
Lancedil frowned: "Madam, even you can't do anything?"
Galadriel is the elf with the highest status and the most strength among the existing elves.
The power she possesses is unmatched by other elves.
Galadriel shook her head: "Only Valar can help him."
King Elrond said in a deep voice: "The darkness in the south is rising. It is more threatening than Sauron. They are directly bordering us."
"Eldron, what do you want to do?"
"Unite, all the elves unite. Only by gathering strength in one place can we have a chance to go to the outside world, where Gandalf will get help from Valar."
Eldron has a clear mind and does not want to wade in the muddy waters of Middle-earth. Even Sauron can cause chaos. Now it is suspected that a greater darkness will appear. The elves cannot bear such consumption.
However, at this time, a strong white light suddenly lit up over the valley, a figure appeared in it, and a ethereal voice came: "Eldron, there is no way to escape the darkness this time, and Middle-earth needs your power."