"Who are you? Why do you know so much? " This question pierced deeply into the heart of the Mouth of Sauron.
Sheyan stared at the Mouth of Sauron and uttered word by word.
"In our country, there is a man who did not hesitate to sacrifice his arm to gain the trust of the enemy. Then, he used the trust that could be sacrificed to destroy anything he could. You once said that the magic trenches under the Square of the Holy Spring only needed to be damaged a little, and none of us here would survive. So how do I know that there is nothing under the White Tower that can blow us into smithereens when it explodes? It must be very satisfying to make the enemy fall directly from the top of the tower. "
The Mouth of Sauron fell silent for a moment. Sheyan's words had separated him from the rest of the group. After a while, the Mouth of Sauron said flatly.
After a while, he asked faintly, "You don't even believe in Lord Sauron's divine power?"
"Of course Lord Sauron is trustworthy, but that doesn't mean that all his subordinates are loyal!" Sheyan retorted, "Besides, compared to them, I believe in myself more."
He then turned to Party Ace and said, "Aziz and I will stay put.
"Aziz and I will stay behind. The rest of you, retreat to the fourth city wall immediately! Take half of the recruits with you. The remaining people in the White Tower are already at the end of their rope. What's the point of leaving so many people here? Are we just waiting to be surrounded? "
When they heard Sheyan's words, they immediately felt that it made sense. The terrain of Minas Tirith was very dangerous. All they needed to do was to guard the main road. Where could the others escape to? It wasn't always better to have more people gathered here. What if they ended up being surrounded? That would be the end of them.
After everyone had left, leaving only a few elites behind, Sheyan said in a deep voice, "Now, the Mouth of Sauron.
"Now, emissary, state your identity and background. This is not a request."
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"I'm a half-dead, a creature that hovers between the world of the living and the world of the dead. Because I was transformed after my last breath, I don't have the terrifying power of the Ringwraiths. I only have the memories that I should have. My name should be Dass Telcontar! In terms of seniority, I should be Aragorn's uncle and a descendant of Isildur. "
"The reason I know this damned city like the back of my hand is because I used to live here! Denethor (the father of the current Regent of Gondor) discovered me when I was young. He told me that he would return the throne of Gondor to me when I came of age, but … when he returned the crown and scepter to me, he also made me drink poison! "
Sheyan looked at him and frowned.
"It doesn't make sense. If Denethor really didn't want to return the throne to you, why did he raise you and let you know these secrets? Wouldn't it be better to just find and kill him? "
The Mouth of Sauron sneered.
"He had a backup plan, you know? The current Regent Denethor was born when the previous Regent was 187 years old (the lifespan of Middle-earth's people is relatively long). You can say that he had a son at an old age. "
"That old bastard Denethor had a backup plan. If he didn't have an heir in this life, he would return the throne to the royal bloodline. Not only would he not benefit his political enemies, he would also gain a good reputation for himself! If he had a son, of course he would've killed me! How unfortunate. That old bastard got a son just as he was about to rot. "
"You're really lucky," Sheyan said sincerely. "Even the humans of Middle-earth have a hard time getting a woman pregnant after the age of 100. This old bastard actually got a woman pregnant and gave birth to a son at the age of 187. The probability of that is no different from bumping into a 30-year-old prostitute on the street."
The Mouth of Sauron, or rather, Dass Telcontar, twitched with a fake smile, then said fiercely, "Lucky or not, it's either bad or bad.
"It doesn't matter if I'm lucky or unlucky. Anyway, it has already happened. I don't care anymore. Now, there is only one thought in my rotten brain, and that is to destroy this damned city in my hands! Yes, I want to be the biggest spendthrift in the world! The wealth left behind by those damned ancestors cost me my life, so I'll destroy it all with my own hands! "
"It sounds very realistic, and there are no flaws," Sheyan nodded.
The Mouth of Sauron glared at him, but Sheyan ignored him and said to the remaining members of the Blu-ray Party and the Maritime Alliance.
"We still have a few hundred mercenaries in our hands, right? Let's eliminate the valuable ones. I suggest we divide them into groups of ten. No matter how many troops we have, we won't be able to spread them all out. Then, we'll attack the White Tower one after another. That way, even if there's a conspiracy, our losses will be minimal. In short, we won't be able to take most of the mercenaries with us, right? "
"And if we can break through the White Tower and kill those bastards, it'll all depend on luck. Of course, those who are willing to invest contribution points to hire mercenaries will have a higher chance of hitting the jackpot. Mr. Dass Telcontar, do you have something to say? I hope you can give me a better suggestion. "
The Mouth of Sauron said coldly, "Your suggestion is very good.
"Your suggestion is good, but I just want to add something. Lord Sauron also asked me to bring some excellent equipment to strengthen the combat strength of the Dark Believers. I think you may need them. Each set of equipment can provide additional strength to the wearer, and their combat strength can increase by one rank, allowing ordinary Orcs to reach the astonishing level of Uruk-hai."
Sheyan stared at the Mouth of Sauron for a while.
"Thank you."
***
Blood dyed the steps in front of the White Tower red. The lawn in the Square of the Fountain had been ruthlessly trampled into a pulp. The White Tree had been reduced to ashes, and corpses were piled up in front of the White Tower. The battle cries never stopped.
The most terrifying warriors in the world were the believers, the powerful believers supported by fanatical religious beliefs! They despised death, because for them, dying in battle for their beliefs was the embodiment of loyalty!
This was already the seventh wave of attacks. The people blocking the entrance of the White Tower had changed six times, and this was because the Dwarf King, Gimli, had withstood the first four waves of attacks before retreating to rest. Unfortunately, this very talented dwarf had a passion for two-handed heavy weapons since he was born. Otherwise, if Gimli was an excellent Dwarven shield-bearer, coupled with the Dwarf's strong body, he would have caused a lot of trouble for Party Ace.
By the time the tenth wave of attacks arrived, the people blocking the entrance had already begun to suffer casualties. By the time the nineteenth wave of attacks arrived, the survivors of the human alliance had already retreated to the third floor of the White Tower, which meant that the entrance, which was the most suitable place to defend, had been lost.
Party Ace had been preparing for a total of 27 waves of attacks!
The fall of the White Tower was right in front of them.
But at that moment, a strange aura suddenly appeared in the air. There was a strange fluctuation in the air around the White Tower, like a colourless and transparent glass rod being stirred in water. The consequences of a quick battle had arrived! The Mouth of Sauron was not lying!
The destruction of the royal mausoleum of Gondor had attracted the attention of the Maiar. They began to take action in an attempt to make the believers of the Dark Lord suffer as much as possible. Those with high Perceptive Sense could clearly sense that the Maiar would temporarily awaken the souls in the powerful equipment, then fly back to their own tribes according to the will of their masters!
But at that moment, Sheyan stepped forward and shouted at the White Tower in a contemptuous voice, "You're not allowed to enter the White Tower!
"Me! Mighty Seaman, I challenge you cowards! The soul and blood of Aragorn are not enough to make up for the desire in my heart! Don't you want to avenge Aragorn? Don't you want to avenge the guy who fought side by side with you? Do you want his skull to be my treasure forever? "
The White Tower, which had been silent all this while, suddenly responded like a volcanic eruption.
"Your soul will be cursed and tortured forever!"
"I'll knock your brains out with an axe!"
"Don't go! Don't be fooled!"
"… …."
Sheyan calmly said, "I respect warriors.
"I respect brave warriors, so the one who steps forward will have a chance to fight me fairly. The people beside me won't make a move. It will be the simplest and most direct 1V1. Furthermore, if you can defeat me, you will obtain the precious equipment on my body. At the very least, these bastards will let you and the other two leave."
"How do I know you're telling the truth?"
Sheyan was a little surprised to hear the reply.
Sheyan's purpose in standing up at this time was very simple. If he wanted to defeat Sheyan, his opponents would not give up their excellent weapons and equipment. Otherwise, they would just be throwing their lives away. Sheyan's purpose was to make a final profit!
Right now, he was at his peak condition, while the enemy was already on the verge of death. The number of heroes in the human alliance could be counted with one's fingers. Other than Gandalf, that old bastard, who had no confidence in winning, they were all in the bag. He originally thought that the hot-tempered Gimli would stand up. Oh, his two-handed legendary battle axe, 'Mr. Vanzelik', seemed to be pretty good too.
But Sheyan did not expect that the one who would take the bait was the one who should not have stepped forward the most – the Elven Prince Legolas! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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