After leaving the forest, Fangzheng asked the prince to borrow a place to repair the 'Lightning'. The prince naturally agreed. After all, if such a behemoth approached a village, it would cause panic, so the prince placed it near a relatively remote valley. Fangzheng rode his horse and followed the prince and the marshal to the castle of Rohan to see what was going on with the King who had been cursed by the wizard.
It was already evening when they returned to the castle. The royal city of Rohan was built on a cliff, surrounded by high and steep mountain walls. The houses on the walls were all made of wood. But for some reason, Fangzheng felt that the layout was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
It would be even more familiar if there was a guard who had been shot in the knee.
Soon, the group entered the palace. Because the prince and the marshal were leading the way, the soldiers guarding the palace did not stop them. However, many of them looked at Fangzheng, who was following behind them in a strange outfit. They did not know what was going on.
"Father."
After entering the palace, the prince knelt down on one knee in front of the King of Rohan who was sitting on the throne.
"Saruman has gathered an army of Orcs and is about to attack Rohan. We must take action!"
"… … …"
However, in the face of the prince's request, the old man sitting on the throne remained silent. He sat on the throne like a puppet. His face was pale, and his hair and beard were like withered roots. He looked old and decrepit. He just sat on the throne with his eyes closed, motionless. Those who did not know would have thought that he was dead.
"If we don't defend our country, it will be taken away by Saruman!"
But at that moment, a sinister voice sounded from the side. "You're right," Eikenbrand said hurriedly.
"Lies."
Fangzheng turned his head curiously and saw a man in a black robe with greasy black hair and a face as pale as a snake walking out from the side of the hall. He stared at the two of them and said in a low voice.
"White-robed Saruman has always been our ally."
"The Orcs are running amok in our land! Acting unscrupulously and killing the innocent! "
Now the prince was getting more and more excited.
"They all bear the mark of Saruman's white palm. I have proof!"
While shouting, the prince suddenly swung his hand and threw a broken helmet to the ground. On top of the helmet was a white palm mark.
"…"
However, despite the prince's agitated narration, the old king remained unmoved. He looked like he was suffering from dementia as he leaned back in his chair. The greasy black-haired man approached the old king and looked at the prince with a contemptuous expression.
"These are nothing but delusions. Can't you see that? The king is very disappointed in you. You came here, but instead of greeting him, you brought a series of baseless accusations … against our ally, the great White Robe. And … "
With that said, the greasy black-haired man glared at Fangzheng with a vicious look in his eyes.
"And who is this man? Why did you bring him here? "
"Oh, I'm here for treatment."
Facing the greasy black-haired man's question, Fangzheng chuckled.
"Because they said that the king didn't look too well, so I came to see if I could help."
As he spoke, Fangzheng stared at the old king sitting on the throne.
"Now it seems that there's something I can help with …"
Saying that, Fangzheng stretched out his right hand, aimed at the old king in front of him, and pulled hard!
"— — — —!!!"
The next moment, everyone was surprised to see the phantom of an old man with white hair and a white beard suddenly fly out of the old king's body. He floated in the air as if he was bound. The old king's body suddenly trembled and he stood up from his chair, as if there was some invisible connection between him and the phantom.
"Father!!"
Seeing this scene, the prince was shocked, while the greasy man next to him was even more dumbfounded.
"Oh, so you're Saruman."
Fangzheng held the phantom of Saruman and stared at him with a grin. The latter stared back at Fangzheng with widened eyes.
"Who are you?! Why do you have this kind of power … .this kind of power … .impossible …. "
"You don't need to know that, Saruman. I'm actually very optimistic about you, but it's a pity that you've fallen into my hands …."
Saying that, Fangzheng suddenly clenched his fist. With a wail, Saruman's phantom instantly turned into ashes. The old king let out a loud cry and slumped back into his chair.
"Father!!"
At that moment, a blonde woman in a black robe rushed out from behind and came to the old king. The prince and the marshal also hurried over. The rest of the heavily armed soldiers immediately unsheathed their swords and surrounded Fangzheng. They didn't know what just happened, but they were sure that the man must have done something.
At the same time, the greasy black-haired man shouted again.
"He's trying to murder the king! Kill him now!!"
"Don't move!!"
However, before the greasy black-haired man's voice faded, a dull roar suddenly rang out. At the same time, the prince, the marshal, and the woman who were originally surrounding the throne retreated to the sides. But unlike before, their faces were now full of excitement.
As they moved, the old king who sat on the throne once again appeared in front of everyone.
However, unlike his previous decrepit appearance, the old king now appeared to be full of vigor. His messy hair and beard had quietly disappeared, and his hair had once again regained its luster. The old king slowly shifted his gaze to stare at Fangzheng.
"Did you save me?"
"It's nothing, Your Majesty."
Facing the old king's question, Fangzheng chuckled.
"… .You saved me. You freed me from my nightmare …."
As he spoke, the old king slowly stood up. The woman next to him hurriedly helped him up. But the old king waved his hand and slowly straightened his body.
"Bring me the sword!!"
Hearing the old king's order, the servant next to him hurriedly handed over the sword. Looking at the sword in front of him, the old king stretched out his hand. His arm was a little shaky because he hadn't exercised for a long time, but the moment he held the hilt of the sword, he seemed to have returned to the past and became a brave warrior again. Then, the old king suddenly pulled out the sword. His originally somewhat turbid eyes slowly turned and stared at the greasy black-haired man who had collapsed to the side.
At that moment, the old king's eyes regained the spirit that he should have.
"Argh!!!"
The greasy black-haired man was thrown out of the palace and rolled down the stairs. The old king slowly walked out with the sword in his hand and glared at him.
"You despicable, shameless snake! Your sorcery used to order me around like a beast that was struggling at death's door! And now, I want you to pay for that!! "
"No, Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
Facing the angry old king, the greasy black-haired man trembled and begged.
"I've always been your loyal servant!!"
"Shut up!"
Looking at the greasy black-haired man in front of him, the old King furiously glared at him. This man had betrayed his trust. He had used poison and witchcraft to make him lose his mind and become Saruman's puppet. Although the old king was in a daze when he was controlled by Saruman, he could still sense everything that happened around him. It was like a nightmare that he would never wake up from. But now, the nightmare was finally over!
At this thought, the old king raised the sword high, aimed at the greasy black-haired man, and slashed down with all his might.
"Ah —!!!"
Along with a blood-curdling scream, the greasy black-haired man collapsed into a pool of blood and turned into a corpse. The old king panted and took a few steps back before stabilizing his body.
"That's about it."
Fangzheng clapped his hands and turned to the prince beside him.
"Saruman used his own mind to control His Majesty, but it's no longer a problem. I've completely destroyed that wisp of his mind. He's probably rolling on the ground in pain right now. As for His Majesty … .his body won't feel good after being controlled for a long time. He'll recover after a good rest. "
"Really … .thank you so much."
Hearing Fangzheng's words, the prince was so excited that he didn't know what to say. When he first asked Fangzheng for help, it was only because he had no other choice. But what he didn't expect was that this man, who looked even younger than him, actually possessed such profound magic power. Even Saruman couldn't withstand a single blow from him … .perhaps even Gandalf the Grey didn't have this kind of ability!
"You're welcome. As I said, it's nothing much."
Fangzheng nodded to the prince.
"Then, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave …."
As he spoke, Fangzheng bowed to the prince. Hearing Fangzheng's words, the prince was stunned for a moment before he hurriedly said.
"Wait, sir, please …."
However, before the prince could finish his words, a gust of wind blew past. Then, Fangzheng, who was standing in front of him, completely disappeared.
"…."
Looking at the empty ground in front of him, the prince was dumbfounded. He originally hoped to get to know this strange wizard better, but he didn't expect the other party to move much faster than he thought. Before he could finish, the other party had already disappeared.
"What's wrong? My child? "
At that moment, the old king came over. He looked at his son in confusion, then looked around.
"Where did that wizard go?"
"He … .he went back. He said that he's done with his business …."
The prince didn't know what to say.
"Sigh, that's enough. Wizards are all weird."
The old king could tell what the prince was thinking at a glance. He couldn't help but chuckle and pat him on the shoulder.
"Let's go, my son. Let's go back first. You haven't told me where you found such a powerful wizard."
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