At the end of the path of the dead, south of the White Mountains, the territory south of Gondor.

Russell crouched on a boulder, looking out toward the plains and coastline in the distance, and behind him, countless undead were lined up.

Grey banners danced in the wind, the undead leader rallied the remaining people in the valley with a shout, and the cavalry galloped in spear-wielding a swift as more and more undead gathered there.

A miserable green fluorescent light rose into the sky, and everything around was illuminated green, for example...... Aragon.

The army of the undead easily exceeded 20,000 men, but the true combat effectiveness was zero, and Russell repeatedly confirmed that they did no physical damage.

The only weapon of the undead is fear, and for thousands of years, these old ghosts have mastered all kinds of scary techniques, and they can lead the starring role in low-budget horror movies by picking any one of them.

In other words, they have no other ability than to scare people!

"My king, your armies are gathered here, waiting to be sent after thousands of years." The undead leader rolled over and fell off his horse and fell to his knees in front of Aragorn.

Following the usual procedure, Aragorn should say a few simple words at this time to boost morale. He himself had prepared his speech in advance, but when it came to his lips, there was really nothing to say.

The undead are bent on death, they are not even afraid of death, the military heart is available, what else is there to say.

"Let's go!"

Aragorn raised his hand to block the green light in front of him, and led the undead across the plain, heading towards the coastline.

……

At the same time, King Gondor ——— Minas Tirith.

This royal capital, built with the help of natural mountains, can be called a masterpiece. The pure white walls are carved out of solid mountain stone, and they rise like blades above the earth, making it the most powerful fortress in Middle-earth against the Mordor army.

The royal capital is divided into seven layers, each with its own walls and entrances, as long as there is still a soldier in the city, even thousands of troops and horses cannot take it, it can be described as impregnable.

But there has never been a fortress or a defensive system in the world that can remain unbreached for a long time, not now, and not in the future, and Minas Tirith is no exception.

Pin the hopes of a country on a line of defense, and the only outcome is for the whole country to raise its hands and surrender!

For example, now, the king is surrounded by the orc army of Mordor, including the port, all the passages are controlled, and there are rings riding dragons in the sky, and the king is unable to send a signal for help, and it has become a lonely city.

Dinethor II was so drunk in the palace that he could not find anyone who understood him, so he could only drink to drown his sorrows.

His beloved son, Boromo, has returned, safely from Rivendell, and to his ointment, his most hated wizard, Gandalf, has arrived.

When Dinethor succeeded to the throne as regent, he felt that Gandalf, who seemed to be loyal and honest, was in fact full of filthy stomach, which would most likely affect his absolute rule over Gondor.

As he had predicted, Gandalf had found a royal successor, and Gondor was about to have a new king.

But what he didn't expect was that Boromo, the most promising eldest son and who would succeed the regent in the future, actually stood with Gandalf.

Dineth's whole person is not good, God is pitiful, he governs the country diligently, and has lived desperately for so many years, what is it for?

It's not to lay a good foundation and pass the throne to Boromo, so that he can become a generation of masters and live a nourishing life!

Dinether felt that his son should have been dropped, otherwise he would have fallen for Gandalf's witchcraft, otherwise his IQ would not have plummeted to a level where there was no cure.

The possibility of dropping the bag is the greatest, and Boromo has gained weight twice, and he can't wear his previous armor.

This is not normal, before Boromo went to Rivendell, he could still put a piece of chain mail in his armor, there was no reason to suddenly gain so much weight.

Moreover, from Rivendell over the mountains and mountains, and then to the Rohan Kingdom, it was hard and bumpy all the way, no matter how you look at it, it is a rhythm of losing ten pounds.

Dinether waved back and locked himself in the palace, pouring himself a drink as he thought about his thoughts. The wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, and after a while, he fell under the table.

Outside the door, three sneaky figures pushed the door and walked in, Gandalf who was also a thief in a white robe, and the other two were Boromo and Faramir.

By the way, these two are brothers, both sons of Dinethor.

Boromo supports Gandalf, believing that Aragon is the real king, and Faramor supports Boromo, and his brother is right in everything he says.

The sons of the two cheating fathers, taking advantage of their positions, transferred the guards loyal to Dinethor from the palace and successfully infiltrated the hall.

Gandalf carefully picked up Dinether, 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 wake up thirsty early if he drinks too much." ”

Saying this, Gandalf stroked his beard, he was a man of status in a white robe, and when he entered the door, the regent did not let people give him a seat, and he was sneering and starving for two days as a punishment.

Hmph, the last person who offended him has become a lonely ghost!

"Gandalf, you won't be seen, will you?" Boromo worried.

"The Regent's heart didn't stop, but it was much slower, and he wouldn't be noticed without careful inspection. How to hide it depends on your brother's performance! ”

Porromo smiled confidently when he heard this: "Gandalf, don't worry, I'll ...... from you Ahem, I learned a lot from Russell, especially the ability to tell nonsense with my eyes open, even if it is ...... Ahem, it's a little worse than Russell, but it's definitely no problem to fool the honest people in the palace. ”

When Faramir heard this, he immediately cast a look of adoration, he deserved to be a big brother, and he became so powerful when he went out for further study once!

"Then I'll leave it to you, I'll go first......" Gandalf nodded with satisfaction, secretly saying that Russell is not shallow, and Boromodo's good boy has been taken away.

Gandalf left quietly, and the whole palace knew that the regent did not like him, and it was easy to arouse suspicion if he stayed.

After Gandalf left, Boromo closed his eyes, and after three seconds, tears flowed wildly, and he turned to Faramor and said, "Brother, cry, cry hard!" ”

Faramir opened his mouth wide, pondered for a while, and almost laughed: "Big brother, I can't cry." ”

Syllable!

Boromo slapped him, and the latter covered his face with a shocked face: "Big brother, you hit me?" ”

As he spoke, Faramir shed tears of grievance, not to mention that he was the son of the regent and the second heir to the throne, but in fact he was not loved by Dinethor, and his mother died early, only Boromo loved him.

And now, his most beloved big brother actually slapped him!

"Ahhh————h

"Yes, that's it, keep this momentum, any more will be ......"

Looking at his crying brother, Boromo nodded, squeezed out his tears, and shouted out the door.

"Someone!!"

"Come on, the regent has drunk too much, it's no longer good!!"

"Big brother, what's that, everyone has been transferred away by us......"

Boromo: "......"