"Who are you? Why do you know so much?" This question can be said to be like a heart-breaking question, and it penetrated deeply into the heart of the Dark Messenger.
Sheyan stared at him, and said word by word:
"In our country, there is a man who sacrifices his arms to win the trust of the enemy, and then he uses this trust that can be sacrificed to destroy anything he can destroy. You said it before, Holy Springs Square Those magical ditches below only need to be destroyed a little bit, and half of the people present will not be able to survive, so how do I know that there is nothing under the White Purification Tower at this time, and after the explosion, we can leave us without bones? The pleasure of falling directly must be extremely refreshing."
The Dark Messenger was silent for a while, Sheyan's words separated him from the rest of the people, and he said calmly after a while:
"You don't even believe in Lord Sauron's divine power?"
"Lord Sauron is of course trustworthy, but this definitely does not mean that all his subordinates are loyal!" Fang Sheyan said tit for tat: "Besides, I believe in myself more."
At this time, he turned to the ace team and said:
"Aziz and I stayed, and the rest of the people immediately retreated to the fourth city wall! You also took half of the recruits. At this time, the remaining guys in the White Purification Tower are at the end of their strength, so stay here What are many people doing here? Waiting to be made dumplings?"
Everyone heard Fang Sheyan's words, and immediately felt that it made sense. The terrain of Minas Tirith is so dangerous, and his group only needs to hold on to the main road. Where can they escape? Gathering here is not the more people the better. In case someone made dumplings, it would be like crying without tears.
After all the people left, only a few elites remained, Fang Sheyan said grimly:
"Now, Messenger, tell me your identity and origin, this is not a request."
The Dark Messenger was stunned for a while, and then took off his mask. Everyone was taken aback, because his face was actually very similar to the dead Aragorn, but a terrible scar lay across his cheek , and the dark messenger's complexion is not human at all, it is like green bark with moldy moss on it.
"I am a half-dead, a creature that hovers between the world of the living and the world of the dead. Because I was transformed after I died, I don't have the terrifying power of Lord Ring Spirit. I only retain the memories that should be preserved. My name should be Darth Telconte! To be precise, I should be Aragorn's uncle and a descendant of Isidur."
"The reason why I know this damn city well is because I have lived here! Denethor (the father of the current regent of Gondor) discovered me when I was a child, and originally told me that when I was an adult, I would make Gondor The king's position was returned, but... he also made me drink the poison while returning the crown and scepter to me!"
Sheyan looked at him, frowned and said:
"It doesn't make sense. If Denethor really doesn't want to return the throne to you, then what do you do to raise you and let you have access to these secrets? Wouldn't it be better to just find and kill him?"
The Dark Messenger sneered:
"He is prepared with both hands, you know? The current regent, Denethor, was born when the former regent was a full 187 years old (Middle-earths have a longer life expectancy), so he can be regarded as an old man. "
"That old man Denetzer is preparing with both hands. If he has no offspring in this life, he will return the throne to the royal blood. He has no cheap political opponents and has won himself a good reputation! If he has a son, then he Of course it's going to kill me! It's unfortunate that the old bastard got his own son when he was about to decay."
"You are so lucky." Sheyan said sincerely. "Even for humans in Middle-earth, it is very difficult to conceive a woman after the age of 100. This old guy actually conceived a woman and gave birth to a son at the age of 187. This probability is the same as walking on the street. Meeting a thirty-year-old virgin makes no difference."
The Dark Messenger—or Mr. Darth Telconte twitched the corner of his mouth with a half-smile, and then said viciously:
"Whether it's lucky or unlucky, things have already happened anyway, and I don't care anymore. Now there is only one thought in my rotten brain, which is to let this damn city be destroyed in my hands! Yes, I fucking I just want to be the biggest prodigal son, and the wealth left by those damn ancestors killed me, so I will destroy everything with my own hands!"
"It sounds very realistic, and there are no flaws." Sheyan nodded.
The Dark Messenger glared at him, Fang Senyan said to the remaining Blue Light team and the Humanity of the Sea Alliance as if unconsciously:
"Now we still have hundreds of mercenaries in our hands, right? Get rid of those valuable ones. I suggest that these guys be dispersed according to the number of ten people in each group. No amount of troops can be deployed, and then aim at the net The White Tower conducts intermittent attacks in turn, so that even if there is any conspiracy, our losses will be the lowest—in short, we can’t take most of the hired people away, right?”
"And in the end, if you can break through the White Tower and kill those bastards, it's all about luck. Of course, those who are willing to invest and use contribution points to hire soldiers will definitely have a higher chance of winning the big prize—Mr. Darth Telcontai seems to have something to say ? I wish I could get a better suggestion."
The Dark Messenger said coldly:
"Your suggestion is very good. I just want to add that Lord Sauron also asked me to bring some excellent equipment to strengthen the combat effectiveness of the dark believers. I think you may need them. Every set of equipment can serve The wearer provides extra strength, and probably the combat power can be raised by a level, making ordinary half-orcs reach the astonishing level of strong orcs."
Sheyan stared at the Dark Envoy for a while, then said:
"Thanks."
…
Blood stained the steps in front of the White Purification Tower red, and the lawn above the Holy Spring Square was ruthlessly trampled to pieces. As for the Holy White Tree, it was turned into ashes. Corpses were piled up in front of the White Purification Tower, shouting hoarsely. The killing sound never stopped.
The most terrifying warriors in this world are believers, powerful believers supported by fanatical religious beliefs! They can despise death, because for them, fighting and dying for their beliefs is a manifestation of loyalty!
It was already the seventh wave of attack, and the people blocking the entrance of the White Tower had been changed six times. This was because the dwarf Wang Jinpeng withstood the first four waves before retreating to rest. Unfortunately, this very powerful Dwarves with fighting talents have been full of love for two-handed heavy weapons since birth. Otherwise, if Jin Pili is an excellent dwarf shield guard, combined with the strong body of the dwarves, it will really cause Fang Sheyan and the others a lot of trouble .
When the tenth round of attack came, the people blocking the door had already started to suffer casualties. By the time of the nineteenth round of attack, the surviving people of the Human Alliance had already retreated to the third floor of the White Purification Tower. The most suitable gate to guard has fallen.
And Sheyan and the others prepared twenty-seven rounds of uninterrupted attacks!
Fall is at hand.
But at this moment, there was a strange smell in the air, and a strange fluctuation could be seen around the air in the White Purity Pagoda, as if a colorless and transparent glass rod was being stirred in the water. The consequences of a quick battle are coming! The Dark Messenger did not tell lies!
The destruction of the Gondor tomb aroused the attention of Maya, and they began to take action to try to make the followers of the dark king suffer some innocent losses as much as possible, and people with high perception can clearly perceive that these Maya are simply It will immediately temporarily awaken the souls of those powerful equipment, and then fly back to their tribe according to the owner's will!
However, at this moment, Sheyan stood up and pointed at the contemptuous loud voice in the Pure White Pagoda:
"I! Mighty sailor, I challenge you cowards. A mere Aragorn's soul and blood are not enough to satisfy the hunger in my heart. Don't you want to avenge Aragorn? Don't you want to fight for the one who fought side by side with yourself? The guy who lived and died for revenge, do you want his skull to be my treasure forever?"
The Pure White Pagoda, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly responded like a volcanic eruption:
"Your soul will be cursed and tortured forever!"
"I'm going to knock your brains out with an axe."
"Don't go, don't be fooled!"
"..."
Sheyan said lightly:
"I respect the warriors, so those who stand up can have a fair chance to fight me, and the people next to me will not shoot. It is the simplest, direct and pure 1V1, and, if you beat me, then get me With the precious equipment on your body, at least these bastards can let you and the other two go away."
"How do I know what you said is true?"
Hearing the voice of the reply, Sheyan seemed a little surprised.
Fang Senyan stood up at this time and seemed to pretend to be B. The purpose was actually very simple - to defeat him, then the opponent would not be able to give up his incomparably excellent weapons and equipment, otherwise he would come to die - just to make a last fortune !
At this time, he is in full bloom, and the enemy is almost exhausted, and there are only a handful of heroes in the Human Alliance from the beginning to the end. Except for the old man Gandalf who is not sure of victory, It was really sure, he had thought that the irascible Jin Pili would stand up—well, his two-handed legendary battle ax "Mr. Fanzerik" seemed to be pretty good too.
However, Sheyan did not expect that the one who took the bait was the last person who should stand up, the elf prince Legolas!