I Have a Monster Farm

The battle continued until late at night, although the orcs were at home in the middle of the night, but when the Ringwraiths were repelled by Boromir.

Boromir, like the black knight, slaughtered even more recklessly. The orcs had no possibility of capturing the White City, and the battle naturally gradually died down.

"Lord Boromir, we have lost two thousand soldiers, and the walls still need to be repaired."

The battle had just ended, and the generals in charge of the city defense came to report to Boromir one by one.

However, he, who had just exited the black knight state, looked indifferent, and said coldly: "Let Faramir handle it."

After all, he just left.

Every time he borrowed more power from the dark ring, it was a mental struggle, and he didn't have the energy to deal with so many things.

Tread Tread

The sound of footsteps echoed on the steps of Baicheng. In such a majestic capital built on the hills, such corridors are nothing more than a common sight.

It's just that the footsteps echoed very clearly this time, and Boromir clenched the sword around his waist in an unoccupied corridor.

Crossing the corner of the corridor, the sword swung out.

clang

The sharp sword is controlled by black energy, and the source of this energy is a mysterious man in black robe.

Boromir's pupils shrank suddenly, is this power a secret ring? !

"who are you?"

He asked in a cold voice, but he repeatedly remembered the scene of his being resurrected, the origin of the secret ring, could it be this person?

"Boromir, like you, I am the messenger of the great master."

The Bone King of Angmar lifted his black robe, revealing the appearance of pale bones, and the flame-like soul fire danced in his eye sockets, staring at him and shocked Boromir.

"Is it your Sauron's lackey?!"

The face of the skeleton resembled the power of the undead, and Boromir immediately thought of the greatest dark force in Middle-earth—the Demon Lord Sauron.

However, the Bone King of Angmar showed a disdainful attitude: "He is just a minion, you should have felt the great master, haven't you?"

The Bone King revealed the dark ring on his finger, and the power of darkness slowly lingered without any concealment.

Boromir thought of the supreme being in the darkness. If it was him, then Sauron really didn't deserve it.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Boromir rallied and tried to make himself vigilant. He knew the power of the Dark Ring, so he was more aware of the threat of this power.

"Guiding you to find the right path, you are too weak to use the power of this hidden ring."

The Bone King of Angmar is very competent, at least he thinks Boromir will be a good messenger of the dark ring.

Give Gondor as a wedding dress to the great master, even if the Envoy of the Dark Ring on the opposite side is a pig, he, the Bone King of Angmar, wants him to join the religion today.

Boromir looked serious, and he flatly refused: "I will not be a slave to darkness, I."

"Even if Sauron's army crushes the White City, the entire Gondor, and slaughters everyone, your father, your brother, everything you cherish?"

Boromir froze, this was his weakness, the Ring of Darkness was trembling slightly, and a voice was ringing from the bottom of his heart.

"promise him"

This is what he thinks in his heart. After using the dark ring so many times, it has already left an indelible shadow in his heart.

The power of darkness emerged from the ring, and he wanted to use the power of the dark ring to reject the mighty Angmar Bone King in front of him.

In an instant, he entered the state of a black knight. The black armor made his figure extremely tall, about ten feet tall, surrounded by black air.

"Get out of my country!"

He swung his sword at the Angmar Bone King, and the powerful blow fell on the corridor, and a huge crack was cut in the white rock.

"You know nothing about power."

The Angmar Bone King didn't intend to dodge at all. It was also the power of the Black Ring, and the power of darkness lingered between his white bones, and then the bones in his left arm grew wildly in an instant, turning into a huge bone blade.

He swung the bone blade, clanging, and slashed directly at Boromir's black sword.

With just one sword strike, Boromir flew upside down.

Angmar Bone King moved, and came directly in front of Boromir. White bones grew out of his body, instantly holding Boromir in his hand like a branch.

Sharp bone spurs pierced the black armor, and blood spurted from Boromir's body.

"You are so cautious and cautious even borrowing the power of your master, what can you protect?"

The Bone King of Angmar pulled him in front of him, waved his hand and pointed to the north, and said, "Master's army is right there, endless, can Gondor stop it?"

Boromir was thrown to the ground by him, and then said: "You have the gift of the master, you are lucky, and Gondor is also lucky. You have a chance to save Gondor from the master, as long as you are obedient enough."

Whether it is coercion or temptation, or telling the truth, Angmar Bone King is just a skeleton, but compared with the previous Angmar Witch King, the degree of cunning is almost the same.

Boromir's heart was completely shaken, and he made up his mind in a trance, half kneeling on the ground: "I am willing to offer my loyalty, as long as I keep Gondor."

"Allowed"

The sound of the oath had just sounded, and Zhang Ziyu's voice sounded out of nowhere.

The power of the dark ring seemed to come alive, spreading to Boromir's body, and he became stronger at this moment

"This power!"

Boromir was extremely shocked by his changes. If the Ringwraiths came again, he could completely kill them with the power of darkness.

He stood up, and the Bone King of Angmar laughed ferociously: "Boromir, your choice is very wise."

"I just want to save Baicheng."

Boromir looked at Angmar Bone King: "How do we deal with the orc army under the White City?"

"Use themselves, deal with themselves, and I will help you tomorrow."

After Angmar Bone King finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, and said, "Boromir, remember to make good use of your secret ring and build your personal guards, otherwise the bare-handed commander will be difficult to deal with."

The kind reminder made Boromir frown slightly and began to think.

After fully accepting the dark ring, his transformation was huge. He used to prevent others from being eroded by the power of the dark ring, but now everything is different.

"I will."

——

In the north, in the deep valley.

The high elves, led by King Elrond, Lansedil, and Galadriel, gathered together. An old man in a white robe lay in front of them. It was Gandalf.

"The power of darkness is eroding his body. This is not Sauron's power. He is far more terrifying than Sauron."

Galadriel looked at Gandalf's dark shoulders with a fearful expression on her face. Even the Lord of the Rings could not make her show such a face.

Lansedil frowned: "Ma'am, even you can't help it?"

Galadriel is the elf with the highest status and the strongest strength among the existing elves.

The power she possesses is unmatched by other elves.

Galadriel shook her head: "Only Vera can help him."

King Elrond said in a deep voice: "The darkness in the south is rising, and it is more threatening than Sauron. They are directly bordering us."

"Eldron, what do you want to do?"

"United, all the Elves united, only by gathering our strength in one place will we have a chance to go to the beyond world, where Gandalf will be helped by the Valar."

Eldron was clear-headed and didn't want to wade into the muddy waters of Middle-Earth at all. Even a Sauron could turn the world upside down, and now it was suspected that there was a bigger darkness, and the elves couldn't bear such consumption.

However, at this time, a strong white light suddenly lit up over the deep valley, and a figure appeared in it, and an ethereal voice came: "Eldron, this time the darkness cannot escape, and Middle-earth needs your strength." (End of this chapter)