At the end of the Road of the Dead, south of the White Mountains, is the territory south of Gondor.
Russell squatted on a boulder and looked towards the plains and coastline in the distance. Behind him, countless undead were arranged neatly.
The gray flags danced in the cold wind, and the leader of the undead shouted to summon the remaining tribesmen in the valley. The cavalry galloped in with their spears waving, and more and more undead gathered here.
The pale green fluorescence rose into the sky, and everything around was illuminated with a faint green light, such as...Aragorn.
The undead army easily exceeded 20,000 people, but its actual combat effectiveness was zero. Russell confirmed again and again that they indeed had no physical damage.
The only weapon of the undead is fear. Over thousands of years, these old ghosts have mastered all kinds of scaring techniques. If you pick one at random, they can star in low-cost horror movies.
To put it another way, they have no other ability except to scare people!
"My king, your army is gathered here, waiting for the mission after thousands of years." The undead leader turned over and fell off his horse, kneeling in front of Aragorn.
Following the normal procedure, Aragorn should say a few words at this time to boost his morale. He himself had prepared a speech in advance, but when it came to his words, he really had nothing to say.
The undead are bent on death, and are not even afraid of death. If their military morale is available, what else can they say?
"Walk!"
Aragorn raised his hand to block the green light in front of him, and led the undead across the plain, heading towards the coastline.
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At the same time, the capital of Gondor——Minas Tirith.
This capital of kings, built with the help of natural mountains, is truly a miraculous workmanship. The pure white walls are carved from hard rock and stand like sharp blades on the ground. It is the most powerful fortress in Middle-earth against the army of Mordor.
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The royal capital is divided into seven levels, and each level has its own independent city wall and entrance. As long as there is one soldier in the city, even thousands of troops cannot capture it. It is said to be impregnable.
But there has never been a fortress or a defensive system in the world that could not be breached for a long time. There is not one now and there will never be one in the future, and Minas Tirith is no exception.
Pinning a country's hopes on one line of defense, the only outcome is for the whole country to surrender!
For example, now, the royal capital is surrounded by the orc army of Mordor. All passages, including the port, are controlled. There are Nazgul riding dragons in the sky. The royal capital cannot send out signals for help and has become an isolated city.
Denese II was very drunk in the palace and felt depressed because he could not find anyone who understood him, so he could only drink to drown his sorrows.
His most beloved son Boromir is back and has returned safely from Rivendell. The only drawback is that his most hated wizard Gandalf has also arrived.
When Denethor succeeded to the position of regent, he felt that Gandalf seemed to be honest and honest, but in fact he was full of filth, which would most likely affect his absolute rule over Gondor.
What he expected was accurate, Gandalf had found a successor to the royal family, and Gondor was about to have a new king.
But what he didn't expect was that his most promising eldest son, Boromir, who would succeed the regent in the future, would actually stand with Gandalf.
Denese's whole body is in bad shape. It's so pitiful. He has worked hard to govern the country and worked hard for so many years. Why?
Isn't it just to lay a good foundation and pass the throne to Boromir, so that he can become a wise master and live a prosperous life?
Denethor felt that his son must have been replaced by someone else, or else he had fallen under Gandalf's witchcraft, otherwise his IQ would not have plummeted to an incurable level.
The most likely possibility is that the bag has been swapped. Boromir has gained weight twice and can no longer fit into his previous armor.
This is not normal. Before Boromir went to Rivendell, he could still wear a piece of chainmail in his armor. There is no reason for him to suddenly gain so much weight.
Moreover, from Rivendell over the mountains and then to the Kingdom of Rohan, it was a hard and bumpy journey, no matter how hard it seemed, I lost ten pounds.
Denese retreated and locked himself in the palace. While thinking about his thoughts, he poured himself a drink. If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk. After a while, he fell under the table.
Outside the door, three sneaky figures pushed open the door and walked in. The thief, who also wore white robes, was Gandalf, and the other two were Boromir and Faramir.
By the way, these two are brothers, both are the sons of Denese.
Boromir supports Gandalf and believes that Aragorn is the real king. Faramir supports Boromir. Whatever his brother says is right.
The two cheating sons took advantage of their positions to transfer the guards loyal to Denese in the palace and successfully sneaked into the palace.
Gandalf carefully lifted up Denethor, poured a bottle of potion into his mouth, and said with a smile: "The regent will wake up in two days, remember to feed him some water, otherwise, he will drink too much.
Wake up thirsty early.”
Having said this, Gandalf stroked his beard. Gandalf in the white robe was a man of distinction. When he entered, the regent didn't even offer him a seat. He made all kinds of sarcastic remarks and starved him for two days as a punishment.
Hum hum, the last person who offended him has become a lonely ghost!
"Gandalf, won't anyone see it?" Boromir asked worriedly.
"The regent's heartbeat has not stopped, but the frequency is much slower. It will not be discovered without careful inspection. How you hide it depends on the performance of your brothers!"
Boromir smiled confidently after hearing this: "Gandalf, don't worry, I learned a lot from you... ahem, I learned a lot from Russell, especially the ability to tell lies with my eyes open, even compared to you... ahem
Hey, it’s still a bit inferior to Russell, but there’s absolutely no problem in fooling the honest people in the palace.”
When Faramir heard this, he immediately cast a look of admiration. He was indeed a big brother. He went out to study once and became so powerful!
"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll take the first step..." Gandalf nodded with satisfaction, secretly thinking that Russell had done a lot of harm to Boromodo, and that all the good boys in Boromo had been led astray.
Gandalf left quietly. Everyone in the palace knew that the regent did not like him and that staying would easily arouse suspicion.
After Gandalf left, Boromir closed his eyes and burst into tears three seconds later. He turned to Faramir and said, "Brother, cry, cry hard!"
Faramir opened his mouth wide, pondered for a while, and almost laughed out loud: "Brother, I can't cry."
Snapped!
Boromir slapped him away, and the latter covered his face in shock: "Brother, you hit me?"
As he said this, Faramir shed tears of grievance. Although he regarded him as the son of the regent and the second heir to the throne, he was actually not loved by Denethor. In addition, his mother died early, and only Boromir loved him.
And now, his most beloved elder brother actually slapped him!
“Ahhhh————”
"Yes, that's it, keep this intensity, no more will be enough..."
Looking at his wailing brother, Boromir nodded, squeezed his tears, and shouted loudly outside the gate.
"Someone is coming!!"
"Come quickly, the regent has drank too much and is dying!!!"
"Brother, what about that, everyone has been transferred away by us..."