As the ring was placed on Boromir's fingers, the power of darkness began to flow through him.

In the body that had just breathed, there was still Boromir's soul that had not yet left.

When the power of darkness came into contact with the soul, the power of darkness began to spread under the skin of the flesh, and Boromir opened his eyes violently and gasped for breath.

"Boromir!"

Boromir rose from Aragorn's arms, the corners of his mouth still covered with the blood he had just vomited.

Jin Li smiled: "Brother, you have come back to life." ”

"Me"

Boromir stretched out his hands and kept looking at his body, the bloody hole in his chest that had been pierced, enveloped in black aura, and then healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He could feel that there was a great power in his body, cold, domineering, but very powerful.

The wounds sustained in the fight with the orcs are now healing rapidly.

"I'm alive, this ring is amazing."

Boromir knew what had just happened, and he had just died, and he was able to perceive everything around him.

He couldn't help but touch the ring on his hand, stood up, and said to Aragorn, "Aragorn, thank you. ”

Aragorn did not hesitate and put a ring on him to bring him back to life.

However, Aragorn frowned slightly, with a worried look in his eyes.

"Boromir, how does your body feel, the origin of this ring, it may not be so simple."

Boromir was stunned, he knew what he said Aragorn.

"This ring is powerful and I can feel that I'm different from the previous ones just . This force"

Boromir pulled out his broad-bladed sword and slashed at the tree not far in front of him.

The black light was attached to the blade of the sword, and the big tree that one person hugged was directly cut off by a sword, making a loud squeak, falling in front of him, and falling to the ground with a loud bang.

The scene of a twenty or thirty-meter-tall tree falling to the ground, its broken branches digging deep into the earth, stunned the three of them.

Boromir simply gained strength beyond the ordinary.

Legolas' face was serious: "The dark power in this ring is stronger than I thought. I'm afraid it's a conspiracy. “

Jin Li muttered, "Take him off?" But what if Boromir dies again, although he looks like healed from his injuries, no one can say anything about these magical things. ”

"You can't take off your ring."

However, Boromir resolutely rejected Legolas's proposal.

His eyebrows were lowered, but they were firm: "Although this ring may not be a good thing, but. . . At least not as terrible as the One Ring. ”

The terrible thing in his mouth did not mean power, except for Sauron, no one could exert the true power of the Supreme Ring.

What he fears is the endless lust, possession, and madness that the One Ring evokes, destroying every shred of reason, even destroying everything about himself, possessing the Ring, possessing the Ring.

This desire is so terrifying that it almost pushes everything into madness.

And this ring, although he can feel the power of darkness, but it is not as crazy as the Lord of the Rings

Just control the use of power

Boromir looked at Aragorn, sword in both hands, and handed the sword to him horizontally.

"Boromir, you"

"Aragorn, you are my overseer, and if I do fall into darkness, then you will put an end to me."

Aragorn looked at Boromir in shock, and he exhorted, "Boromir, you don't need to be like this. ”

"No, I have to. We need strength now, Saruman and Sauron are too strong, and this time the elves won't help us easily. Human beings, we need to bear our own sins, we need strength. ”

They all knew that Sauron could come back because Essidor was bewitched by the Ring and did not give up the Ring to destroy it, but took it for himself.

The elves have decided to retreat to the Outer Lands, and this time in the war, only humans and Sauron, even dwarves may not be Sauron's first target.

The crowd was silent, and after a long time Aragorn took the sword, and he said, "It won't come that far." ”

"I hope too, but now it's time for us to save Pippin, and Frodo's side will succeed."

Around the Eisinger Tower, billowing black smoke poured into the sky, staining the white sky into a dirty, old rag.

This is the forging of weapons and armor from Saruman's orc army at full fire, and the woods around the tower have been cut down by him, and the abrupt stumps and filthy black earth have made the whole of Isengar a mess.

"Don't be lazy, fool, or I'll throw you into the stove as firewood."

"Shut up, useless thing."

Vulgar scolding and roaring continued to sound, and the orcs and strong orcs pushed and shoved each other, carrying wood and armor on their shoulders, and kept walking towards the processing table.

They are one of the most coarse and vile races in Middle-earth, born of evil, and pushing and scolding are already very restrained.

When they are unrestrained, they become ferocious and even feed on their companions.

One by one, they walked into the rift where the weapons were being processed, and the heat and humidity filled the entire rift embedded in the ground.

And in the depths of this rift, the nests of the orcs hatched here and there seemed to be sticking to the corners of the rock wall, wet and full of slime, and the sunken caves were covered with diaphragms.

The strong orcs are conceived inside, creatures of black magic, more evil and more powerful.

One by one, the orcs pulled the formed strong orcs from the diaphragm, cut through the membrane, and threw them into a fountain of blood not far away.

The blood fountain was bubbling with blood bubbles, exuding demonic energy, and powerful energy further strengthened the strong orcs, making them stronger and stronger, and growing beast-like characteristics.

"Lord Saruman, we now have twenty thousand Warcraft men."

"Not enough, not enough, I need more powerful fighters."

Saruman looked at the powerful warriors who came out of the fountain of blood, and his heart was extremely satisfied.

It is such a powerful warrior who can help him unify all of Middle-earth.

No, even the whole world, the gods Vera and Maia in the outlands will be subject to his rule.

But it's not enough now, it's far from enough, only more warriors can make the darkness cover the whole world and make him stronger.

The ugly orc looked embarrassed: "But we are already building an army as fast as we can, we don't have enough firewood, and the speed of the blood fountain has reached saturation. ”

"Waste, firewood is right in front of us, and there is an inexhaustible supply of wood in the Fagong forest. As for the blood fountain."

Dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, the blood fountain that had been exchanged for so many resources was still too slow, and it was not enough for him to build an endless army.

He shouldn't have just redeemed these in the first place, no, maybe he should have tried to grab them.

An evil light flashed in his eyes, and his appearance was more gloomy and darker than the white-robed mage he had been a few months ago.

"You don't have to worry about the blood fountain, just speed up for me and build an army."

"Sa, Lord Saruman, there is someone looking for you outside of Aishin, saying that he is an acquaintance of yours, and that you have bought something from him."

Saruman was about to get angry and kick the orcs away from the sudden run, but when he thought about it, his eyes flashed with a different color, and he said, "Take me there." ”

(End of chapter)