Saruman murmured in his heart that Russell, like Gandalf, had reached the point of depravity and had long since bottomed out. There is no such thing as depravity.
He clenched his fist and coughed lightly, pointed at the black sky above his head, and asked in confusion: "What's going on in the palace, and what's going on in Mordor?"
"When you are bored, have fun with old friends like Gandalf and Aragorn."
"..."
"Why, what do you mean by that look in your eyes? Isn't it okay?"
"Okay, okay, I personally have no objection, but..."
Saruman looked at the sky again with a strange look on his face: "Why do you want to have fun with Gandalf when he immediately came to Middle-earth?"
A question for smart people. Saruman saw that Russell had authority and probably a high status.
"Because I talked with Ilúvatar and was willing to lend Gandalf to me for fun."
Russell patted Saruman on the shoulder, raised his eyebrows and said: "Perform well. Whether you can return to the peak of Maia and wash away the humiliation caused by Gandalf depends on your next performance."
Gudu!
Saruman swallowed hard and quickly wiped the cold sweat off his head. At this point, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that Russell's status was extraordinary and that he was higher than he had imagined.
This thigh is held by Saruman in White!
With his goal and direction clear, Saruman immediately determined to help Russell, pointing to the barren land of Mordor: "Great God, there is not a single soldier in Mordor, what if..."
Wow!!
With Russell's wave of his hand, hundreds of thousands of bones crawled out of the High Gros Plains. When they all broke out of the ground, the sky was filled with black sand, and they turned into armor, swords and other weapons.
Looking from a high altitude, one can only see countless small green dots wandering on the plains. They are the eyes of the undead. The number is so large that it makes one's scalp numb.
"Orcs...undead..."
Saruman was dumbfounded. He originally wanted to say that he had the ability to explode soldiers, but when he saw this scene, he just shut up and stopped showing his shame.
"With soldiers but no generals, they are just scattered soldiers. Seeing that there are many people, they are actually vulnerable."
Russell muttered to himself, waved his hand and took out his 'eldest nephew' Eldarion from his black robe, and slapped him on the back of the head to wake him up from his coma.
Adarian opened his eyes in confusion, and when he focused his eyes, he saw two strangers in front of him, a kind-faced old man with a white beard, and a young man in a black robe.
How should I put it, although he is young, he is very knowledgeable. He was trained as a crown prince since he was a child, and he can tell at a glance that these two are not good people.
"you……"
"It doesn't matter who we are, the key is you, Eldarion, do you want to be the king?"
Russell interrupted Adarian's question. He was tired of hearing too many questions like 'Who are you?'
"I am the king, the future King of Gondor!"
Eldarion held his chest and raised his head high, and did not show any cowardice even when he was in danger. This shows that Aragorn and Arwen have trained him very well.
"That's not necessarily the case. You are still young and some things are not as simple as you think."
Russell touched the boy's forehead, but was not touched by him as he dodged it, and was not embarrassed. He told the horror of the adult world: "Your parents have elf blood and can live for a long, long time. Although the king is a short-lived job, consider that
Bloodline, Aragorn will reign for at least a hundred years, you, the future king...tsk tsk..."
"I also have elf blood, it's only a hundred years, I'm not afraid, I can afford to wait!"
At first, Eldarion turned pale in shock at the number of one hundred years, then came back to his senses, blushed and retorted.
"Young man, your hair will turn white in a hundred years. Besides, you don't really think you can become the king after a hundred years, do you?"
Saruman stroked his white beard and said: "King Elisa and his wife are still young and will have children again. How many brothers and sisters will you have in a hundred years... I will give you one child a year, one hundred.
It will be a hundred in the next year, isn’t that too much?”
Russell:(￣□￣;)
Eldarion:┌(.Д.)┐
To be honest, it's quite excessive!
"Don't talk nonsense, you'll scare the child so much that his face will be deformed."
Russell rolled his eyes at Saruman, Maiya was indeed not a human being, everyone could tell that every year.
He raised his hand and touched Eldarion's head. The boy was shocked by the production of one per year and was currently doubting his life. He was in a state of stiffness and did not move away. His head was held down and rubbed.
"Eldarion, don't listen to his nonsense. It's impossible to have one child every year. No matter how good the relationship is for a hundred years, you'll get tired of it. Your parents may be divorced in fifty years."
Russell made the devil's statement and continued to bombard Eldarion's young mind, feeding poison: "So, among your one hundred brothers and sisters, at least sixty are your father and other women.
Raw."
"Wow wow wow——"
Adarian didn't say anything. The perfect image of his parents collapsed in his heart, and he started to cry loudly.
"It's all you, it's all your nonsense!"
Russell was furious and punched Saruman in the face. With a bang, the latter flew backwards and exploded into a mushroom cloud on the plain in the distance.
The effect was outstanding. Eldarion shivered with fright, stood up obediently, and stopped crying immediately.
Hardcore coaxing children!
"Eldarion, what I have said so much is just to let you understand the truth. Whether you are a person or a king, you still have to rely on yourself in the end, especially the country's crown prince. Your own father cannot be relied on, so..."
Speaking of this, Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a piercing light, he concluded: "The throne was snatched, and no matter how hard it is, I will win it by myself."
"..."
Adarian was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, what Russell said made sense.
"Now, I'll give you a chance to be the king on your own, do you want to?"
"want!"
Eldarion spoke firmly, and after speaking he was full of guard, fearing that he would be deceived by bad people.
"Don't be afraid. If I plan to harm you, a white knife will go in and a red knife will go out. No one will know about it in the barren mountains and mountains. Why bother to give you another chance?"
"..."
Adarian nodded subconsciously. Although Russell looked bad, what he said made sense.
"Here, I give you Frostmourne. With it, you can command the 600,000 orcs on the Gogros Plains, as well as the bone dragon's exclusive mount."
Russell handed over a gorgeous magic sword with ice blue magic patterns, and added: "Six hundred thousand soldiers who don't need to eat, drink or rest, who don't feel pain and are not afraid of death, this is the power that your father only dreamed of."
At such a young age, Eldarion could not withstand such temptation. When he heard that he was stronger than his father Aragorn, he immediately looked at the sword and drooled.
It looked very good, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, took the sword and held it in his hand.
Done!
Russell's mouth curled up slightly. How could a mere teenage boy like the Crown Prince of Gondor resist the temptation of Frostmourne? He also...
Ahem, in short, children can't stand this gorgeous and powerful artifact.
"Such terrifying energy, such a powerful weapon..."
Saruman ran back in disgrace, staring at Frostmourne with envy and hatred that made Eldarion subconsciously puff up his chest.
Boom!!
At this moment, the earth rumbled and trembled, and the bone dragon with a body length of more than a hundred meters climbed out of the ground. With Eldarion on its head, it flapped its wings and took it straight into the sky, soaring over the huge Gogros Plain.
On the plain, whenever the bone dragon passed by at low altitude, the nearby undead orcs would kneel on the ground, holding weapons in hand to show their loyalty.
Soon, Eldarion's screams, which were slightly afraid of heights, changed. He was mixed with excitement, feeling that he could defeat Middle-earth alone.
It's not an illusion. At this moment, he can really defeat Middle-earth.
"Okay, we have soldiers and generals, just wait for Gandalf's stupid guy to show up."
Russell nodded secretly. As expected of him, he instigated Aragon's son to rebel in an instant.
It is conceivable that this boy will inevitably suffer a lot of physical and mental pain in the future.
"Master, what about me?"
Saruman was dumbfounded. The 600,000 fully equipped orc undead army could not be exaggerated to say that it was a walking natural disaster. In this game, Gandalf's army was in vain.
Then the question becomes, under the huge disparity, how can he have a chance to perform?
Without a chance to perform, how could he stand up and point his nose in Gandalf's nose and curse?
"Well, then you and Gandalf will face off, and you can vent all your grievances. If you have a good fight, I'll give you a nice word from Ilúvatar, and that'll be settled!"
"Hey, I'm sorry to trouble you."
Suddenly, Saruman seemed to have thought of something, glanced at the sky secretly, and whispered: "Great God, I will go to the Woodland Kingdom to persuade a hundred beautiful elves to surrender."
"This...this is not good!"
Russell took a breath, and he just said it casually, but Saruman who was listening actually took it seriously.
"It's to persuade them to surrender. The elves are willing to do so. There is no coercion. What's wrong with that?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Am I that kind of person? Get out of here right away. Don't let me see you again."
Russell scolded him with a straight face and waved his hand to tell Saruman to get out and stop staining his eyes here.
Although he had known a long time ago that the so-called white robe was darker than the other after being cut open, but this was still too dark.
"..."
Saruman rolled his eyes. As a mature Maia, he understood what Russell meant.
You still have to persuade him to surrender, and you can't wait for someone to start immediately. However, he has a bad reputation and can only be blamed by Saruman!
Just carry it, he doesn't care as long as he can go back.
Besides, Gandalf had thrown a lot of blame at him, so he was used to it.
Thinking of this, Saruman escaped into the earth, used the skills of his current body, and rushed towards the woodland kingdom.
"He~~tui, Maiya's thoughts are too dirty, who are you looking down on!"
Russell frowned in contempt, Saruman still thought too much, but he didn't know that he just talked casually and had no idea.
but……
Just go, for such a big Demon King's Palace does lack some servants to serve tea and water.
Looking at Eldarion who was riding a bone dragon and shouting in the sky, Russell turned and walked into the Demon King's Palace. Coulson and Bruce played it first. The script of Middle-earth was more interesting, and he planned to stay for a long time.