In the White City of Gondor, when Boromir chose to accept the power of the Dark Ring, he finally felt the power of this power.

And in the face of Angmar's proposal from the Bone King, this time Boromir did not refuse.

In the exercise ground, a team of 300 guards and knights was already assembled here.

They were all admirers of Boromir and his closest bodyguard, and in addition to the guard, there was one person worth noting, and that was Faramir standing at the front of the team.

"Brother, is there any task we need to do?"

When Faramir saw his brother suddenly gather his guards, he immediately thought of an action like a surprise attack on an orc.

If you are decapitated by a surprise attack, or if you run out to find help, then the crisis in the White City can be resolved.

It's just that why is there such a weird person next to my brother in the middle of the night?

Faramir's gaze subconsciously looked at the Bone King of Angmar, who hid his body in a black robe, the brim of his hat was deep and pitch black, and no one could see his true face.

"Are you willing to give anything to protect Gondor?"

Boromir has only one sentence, but this sentence represents an extremely heavy commitment.

Faramir was stunned for a moment, pulled out his sword sonorously, and said firmly, "I do." ”

When the guards saw Faramir's movements, they also drew their swords at the same time: "It is incumbent upon them to protect Gondor." ”

Boromir held the Dark Ring high, and the power of darkness began to spread towards them.

The exclamation sounded, and everyone was shocked by the sight, but the trust in Boromir prevented them from taking any other action.

The power of darkness split into thousands of cobweb-like filaments, and then shrouded the knights.

The power of darkness continued to merge into their bodies, transforming the structure of their bodies little by little, giving them more power.

"Ahh

The screams continued, and the knights became a little taller, their eyes dark, their skin glowing gray, and black air swirling around their bodies.

"Brother, this—this is your power?"

Faramir has changed from a tall man of more than 1.8 meters tall to a strong man of more than 2 meters, and his armor is about to crumble, but the strength in his body shocks him incomparably.

He felt that he could easily pick up thousands of pounds of things, stronger and more fierce than the orcs.

"This is the power of the demon warrior, and you will all be my pro-army in the future."

Boromir finally explained that this was the strengthening power bestowed by the Dark Ring, and it was also one of the powers that transformed the power of darkness after he fully accepted the Dark Ring.

Faramor was surprised that his brother had such great power, but he did not have the slightest jealousy: "Yes." ”

"Yes, Lord Boromir."

They shouted in unison, and their voices were so loud that they even alarmed the defenders of the White City and the orc armies outside the city.

All are curious, what means Boromir has prepared.

The Angmar Bone King looked approvingly at the power of the demon warriors and said, "Not bad, you have planted a seed in their bodies. ”

The power of darkness is the seed, and as long as someone desires to become strong and gain the approval of the power of darkness, then the seed will take root and sprout.

"It's your turn to make a move, you won't be just a ring spirit when you come here in a few days."

"Don't worry, I'm not joking, and I won't disappoint my master."

Boromir nodded and said, "That's good, Faramor, you lead the demon warriors to defend the city, and I will bring reinforcements in a few days." ”

"Yes, brother."

There are not many three hundred demon warriors, but this force is placed on defense, and it is not something that these orcs can easily break.

A soul fluctuation emanated from Angmar's body, and then a cold wind blew through the sky, and a huge white bone wyvern descended on the two of them in the moonlight.

"Let's go, it's time to go to my home turf."

The Angmar Bone King flew onto the bone dragon, and Boromir leaped forward, also in the shocked gaze of Faramor.

The two of them flew towards the night sky, in the direction of Osgirias, where the old capital of Gondor had been a long time ago, and was now the city of the White City, but it had fallen in the previous war, and was now only half in ruins.

The two of them flew quickly in the night sky, and even the orcs had no way to detect their presence in the darkness of the night.

Soon, the bone dragon had already arrived in the range of Osgiriath, and the strong aura of death made the Angmar Bone King very satisfied.

"Let's go down."

The bone dragon descended on the ruins of Osgiriath, and the loud sound immediately caught the attention of the orcs stationed there.

"There are enemies, catch them."

One by one, the orcs rushed over excitedly, like wild beasts, swarming.

Boromir leaped and jumped, the black sword in his hand slashed horizontally, and the sharp blade harvested the orcs like leeks.

The Angmar Bone King controlled the bone dragon to attack, and the black dragon flame was directly aimed at everything around him, burning the orc body.

There are quite a few orcs, although Osgilias has been turned into ruins, but the strategic location is important, and it still has nearly 3,000 orcs stationed at this time.

After they discovered the traces of the two, they immediately launched an attack, directly surrounding the Angmar Bone King and them.

Bows and arrows kept shooting, falling on the two of them.

Boromir had already entered the state of the Black Knight, covered in armor condensed by the power of darkness, and bows and arrows could not hurt him at all.

And he wielded a black sword and continued to slaughter orcs, venting the anger in his heart.

It was on the battlefield of Osgillias that forty thousand Gondor warriors and countless civilians were slain by these murderous orcs.

To put it bluntly, this is a terrible burial ground.

The orcs were still not afraid of death, but in the face of the two Dark Ring Emissaries, their attacks were in vain.

The power of Angmar's death emanated, and the ground swelled, and white bones emerged from the ground, and they all turned into skeleton warriors, dragging the orcs in front of them, brutally killing them.

Three thousand and a half orcs, but in ten minutes, they were all killed.

"Boromir, I need your Dark Ring for help."

Among the corpses of the three thousand and a half orcs, neither Boromir nor the Bone King of Angmar had any unusual expressions.

The smell of blood was strong, but it didn't affect them.

"Yes."

In response, the Bone King of Angmar held up his Dark Ring, and the power of darkness and death spread out to the surrounding area.

Boromir's eyes were astonished, but at the same time he integrated his dark power into it, and then, under the leadership of the Bone King of Angmar, the dark power enveloped the whole of Osgiliath.

Every Dark Ring Messenger is an excellent seed of dark power, and there is no game that Zhang Ziyu can play casually to enhance their power.

But as the power continues to grow, every Darkring Emissary is growing with the darkness, at least for now, at the level of Maiya-level combat power.

The sixth order is the strength of the foundation, and the next level is almost the strength of Vera.

And the two Dark Ring Messengers worked together to create enough to envelop the entire city and make a lot of noise.

The ground shook and the corpses and bones continued to converge, like a huge white bone bamboo, breaking through the ground.

The bones are like a forest, and the ruins are like tombs.

The power of death is rapidly condensing, and three tall mountains of white bones are gradually forming in the bone forest.

(End of chapter)