I Have a Monster Farm

When the ring was placed on Boromir's finger, the power of darkness began to flow through his body.

In the body that had just passed away, there was still Boromir's soul that hadn't left yet.

When the power of darkness came into contact with the soul, the power of darkness began to spread under the skin of the flesh. Boromir suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily.

"Boromir!"

Boromir got up from Aragorn's arms, the corner of his mouth was still full of the blood he had just spit out.

Jin Li smiled: "Brother, you've come back to life."

"I"

Boromir stretched out his hands and kept looking at his body. The blood hole pierced in his chest was covered by black breath, and then healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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

The wounds he suffered from fighting the orcs are now healing quickly.

"I'm alive, this ring is very powerful."

Boromir knew what happened just now, he who just died could perceive everything around him.

He couldn't help touching the ring on his hand, stood up, and said to Aragorn, "Aragorn, thank you very much."

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

It's just that Aragorn frowned slightly, with a look of worry in his eyes.

"Boromir, how does your body feel? The origin of this ring may not be that simple."

Boromir was taken aback, he knew what Aragorn said.

"This ring is very powerful, I can feel that I am different from the previous ones, it's just... the power"

Boromir clanged out the broad-edged sword beside him, and slashed at the big tree not far in front of him.

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

The 20 to 30 meter high tree fell to the ground, and the broken branches were deeply buried in the soil. The three people were stunned by this scene.

Boromir gained power beyond ordinary people so simply.

Legolas looked serious. "The dark power on this ring is stronger than I thought. I fear it's a conspiracy."

Gimli muttered, "Take him off? But what if Boromir dies again? Although he seems to have recovered from his injuries, no one can say for sure about these magic things."

"You can't take off the ring."

However, Boromir decisively rejected Legolas' proposal.

His eyebrows were drooping, but he was determined: "Although this ring may not be a good thing, at least it is not as terrible as the Supreme Lord of the Rings."

The terrible in his mouth does not refer to power. Except for Sauron, no one can exert the true power of the Supreme Lord of the Rings.

What he is afraid of is the endless desire, possession and madness evoked by the Supreme Lord of the Rings, destroying every ounce of reason, even if he destroys everything in himself, he must possess the Lord of the Rings and possess the Lord of the Rings.

This desire is too terrifying, almost pushing everything into madness.

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

Just control the use of power

Boromir looked at Aragorn, held the sword in both hands, and then handed him the long sword horizontally.

"Boromir, you"

"Aragorn, you are my supervisor. If I really fall into darkness, then you will end me."

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

"No, I have to. We need strength now. Saruman and Sauron are too powerful, and this time the elves will not help us easily. Human beings need to bear their own sins, and we need strength."

What he said was categorical. They all knew that Sauron could come back because Isildur was bewitched by the Lord of the Rings, so he didn't give up the Lord of the Rings to destroy it, but took it for himself.

The elves have decided to retreat from the world of the dead. In this war, there are only humans and Sauron. Even the dwarves may not be Sauron's first target.

Everyone was silent. Aragorn took the sword for a long time, and he said, "I won't go that far."

"I hope so, but now it is time for us to save Pippin, and Frodo will surely succeed."

Around the Essinger Tower, billowing black smoke kept pouring into the sky, turning the white sky into a dirty and old rag.

This is the forging weapon and armor that Saruman's orc army is firing on full fire. He has already cut down the woods around the tower. The abrupt tree stumps and the dirty and dark land make the whole of Essinger a mess. Oops.

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

"Shut up, useless thing."

The vulgar curses and roars kept ringing out. The orcs and the orcs pushed each other, carrying wood and armor on their shoulders, and kept walking towards the processing table.

They are one of the most vulgar and worst races in Middle-earth. They were born in evil, and they are very restrained in pushing, shoving and yelling.

When left alone, they become ferocious and even feed on their companions.

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

And in the depths of this rift, the lairs that hatched orcs seemed to be glued to the corners of the rock wall, wet and full of mucus, and the sunken caves were full of diaphragm-like things.

The orcs were conceived inside, created by black magic, more evil and more powerful.

The half-orcs pulled out the formed strong orcs from the membrane, cut through the membrane, and threw them into the blood spring not far away.

The Blood Fountain Gulu was bubbling with blood, exuding demon energy, powerful energy, which further strengthened the orcs, making them stronger and growing like wild beasts.

"Lord Saruman, we now have 20,000 Warcraft men."

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

Saruman looked at the mighty warriors coming out of the blood fountain one by one, and was extremely satisfied in his heart.

It is such a powerful warrior who can help him unify the entire Middle Earth.

No, even the whole world, those Valar gods and Maier in the other world will submit to his rule.

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

The ugly half-orc looked embarrassed: "But we are already building the army at the fastest speed. We don't have enough firewood, and the speed of the blood fountain has also reached saturation."

"Waste, the firewood is right in front of our eyes, there is an inexhaustible supply of wood in Fangorn Forest. As for the blood spring."

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

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

An evil light flashed across his eyes. Compared with the white-robed mage a few months ago, his current appearance is more sinister and darker.

"You don't need to control the blood spring, just speed up and build an army for me."

"Sa, Master Saruman, someone from Essinger is looking for you, saying that he is your acquaintance, and you have bought things from him."

Saruman was about to get angry and kick the half-orc who suddenly ran away, but when he suddenly thought, his eyes flashed strangely, and he said, "Take me there."