In the White City of Gondor, when Boromir chose to accept the power of the Dark Ring, he finally felt how powerful this power was.
Faced with the proposal of the Bone King of Angmar, Boromir did not refuse this time.
In the military training field, a team of three hundred escort knights has already gathered here.
They are all admirers of Boromir and are also his closest bodyguards. Apart from the bodyguards, there is one person worth noting, and that is Faramir who stands in front of the team.
"Brother, is there any task we need to do?"
When Faramir saw his brother suddenly summoning his personal guards, he immediately thought of actions such as a raid on the orcs.
If he were beheaded in a surprise attack, or if he ran out to find reinforcements, then the crisis in Baicheng would be resolved.
But why is there such a weird person next to my brother late at night?
Faramir's eyes subconsciously looked at the Bone King of Angmar. He hid his body in a black robe. The brim of his hat was deep and pitch black, so no one could see his true appearance.
"Are you willing to do anything to protect Gondor?"
Boromir only had one sentence, but this sentence represented an extremely heavy commitment.
Faramir was stunned for a moment, then he pulled out his sword and said firmly: "I do."
After the guards saw Faramir's actions, they also drew their swords at the same time: "It is our duty to protect Gondor."
Boromir raised the Dark Ring high, and the power of darkness began to spread towards them.
Exclamations rang out, and everyone was shocked by this scene, but their trust in Boromir prevented them from taking other actions.
The power of darkness divided into millions of spiderweb-like filaments, and then enveloped these knights.
The power of darkness continues to integrate into their bodies, transforming their body structures little by little, giving them more powerful power.
"ah"
The screams continued, and the knights became taller, with dark eyes, dark skin, and black energy swirling around their bodies.
"Brother, this, is this your power?"
Faramir went from a tall man of over 1.8 meters tall to a strong man over 2 meters tall. His armor was about to break, but the strength in his body shocked him extremely.
He felt that he could easily pick up things weighing thousands of kilograms, and was stronger and more fierce than the orcs.
"This is the power of the Demon Warrior. You will all be my loyal soldiers from now on."
Boromir finally explained that this was the enhanced power given by the dark ring, and it was also one of the powers transformed by the power of darkness after he fully accepted the dark ring.
Faramir was surprised that his brother had such powerful power, but he was not jealous at all: "As you command."
"As you command, Lord Boromir."
They shouted in unison, their voices were so loud that they even alerted the defenders in the White City and the orc army outside the city.
Everyone is curious about what means Boromir has prepared.
Angmar Bone King looked at the magic warrior's power with approval and said: "Not bad ability, you planted a seed in their bodies."
The power of darkness is the seed. As long as someone desires to become stronger and gain recognition from the power of darkness, the seed will take root and sprout.
"It's your turn to take action. In a few days, there will be more than just a Nazgul coming here."
"Don't worry, I won't joke, let alone let the master down."
Boromir nodded and said: "That's good. Faramir, you lead the magic warriors to defend the city. I will bring reinforcements in a few days."
"Yes, brother."
Three hundred magic warriors are not many, but with this force on defense, it is not something that these orcs can easily break through.
A soul wave emanated from Angmar, and then a biting cold wind blew in the sky, and a huge white-bone flying dragon descended over the two of them under the moonlight.
"Let's go, it's time to go to my home court."
The Bone King of Angmar flew onto the bone dragon, and Boromir jumped up, facing Faramir's shocked gaze.
The two of them flew towards the night sky, towards Osgiliath, which was the old capital of Gondor a long time ago and is now the city guarding the White City. However, it had already fallen in the previous war, and now it was just
Half a ruin.
The two of them flew quickly through the night sky. Under the darkness, even the orcs could not detect their presence.
Soon, the bone dragon had arrived in Osgiliath, and the strong aura of death made the Bone King of Angmar very satisfied.
"Go down."
The bone dragon descended on the ruins of Osgiliath, and the loud sound immediately attracted the attention of the orcs stationed here.
"There are enemies, catch them."
One by one, the orcs rushed over excitedly, swarming like wild beasts.
Boromir jumped down and slashed horizontally with the black sword in his hand. The sharp blade harvested the orcs like leeks.
The Bone King of Angmar controlled the bone dragon to attack, and the black dragon flames were directly aimed at everything around him, burning the orc body.
There are a lot of orcs in number. Although Osgiliath has been turned into ruins, there are still nearly 3,000 orcs stationed in it because of its important strategic location.
After they discovered the traces of the two of them, they immediately launched an attack and directly surrounded the Bone King of Angmar and the others.
Bows and arrows continued to shoot out, falling towards the two of them.
Boromir has already entered the state of the Black Knight, and is covered in armor condensed with the power of darkness. Bows and arrows cannot harm him at all.
And he wielded the black sword and continued to slaughter the orcs to vent the anger in his heart.
It was on the battlefield of Osgiliath that 40,000 Gondor warriors and countless civilians were killed by these ferocious orcs.
To put it bluntly, this is a horrific boneyard.
The orcs were still fearless of death, but facing the two dark ring messengers, their attack was in vain.
The death power of the Bone King of Angmar spread out, and the whole ground rippled, and white bones emerged from the ground. Then they all turned into skeleton warriors, dragging the orcs in front of them, and brutally killed them.
Three thousand orcs were all killed in just ten minutes.
"Boromir, I need your help with the power of the Dark Ring."
Among the three thousand orc corpses, neither Boromir nor the Bone King of Angmar showed any strange expressions.
Although the smell of blood was strong, it did not affect them.
"Can."
After receiving a response, the Bone King of Angmar raised his dark ring high, and the power of darkness and death spread towards the surroundings.
Boromir's eyes were surprised, but he still integrated his dark power into this power. Then under the leadership of Angmar Bone King, the dark power enveloped the entire Osgiliath.
Every dark ring messenger is an excellent seed of dark power. There is no game Zhang Ziyu can play that can enhance their power.
However, as the power continues to grow, each Dark Ring Messenger is growing with the darkness, and at least for now, they all have Maia-level combat capabilities.
The sixth level is the base strength, and the higher levels are almost the strength of Vera.
And the two dark ring messengers jointly created enough to cover the entire city and cause quite a stir.
The ground shook, and corpses and bones continued to gather, breaking through the ground like towering giant bamboo with white bones.
The bones are like a forest, and the ruins are like tombs.
The power of death is rapidly condensing, and three tall mountains of bones are gradually forming in the bone forest...