the end of the heavens

Living is worse than dying, and it doesn't apply to them. The undead dream about how to die simply, and death is a relief for them.

At the beginning, the undead pinned their hopes on the royal family of Gondor. Later, the royal line broke, and they pinned their hopes on the wizards.

As a result, Gandalf smiled and said nothing, Saruman didn't like the useless wood that could only scare people, other wizards didn't like them, and no one was willing to help them for a ride.

Even the Demon King Sauron detested these traitors. You must know that the undead of Den Harrow first believed in Sauron. When the war broke out, they not only betrayed Gondor, but also betrayed Sauron.

After thousands of years of torture, normal people are already crazy at this time, but the undead can't, they can't go crazy even if they want to.

Finally, they survived until the savior appeared, and they knelt down to the ground with the leader of the undead. If they didn't have a physical body and couldn't touch Russell, they would have already started licking.

The undead were chirping, thousands of words merged into one sentence: Please kill me!

……

Boom!Boom!Bang————

Dozens of undead kneeled in a row, and every time Russell fired a shot, there were violent cheers in the square, one after another like a tide.Thousands of undead lined up, and when it was my turn to lead the death, I almost cried with excitement.

"Good kill!"

"Brothers, I'll take a step first, so happy!"

"Master Wizard is so merciful..." an undead howled loudly, although there were no tears.

"Still handsome!"

"Yes, very handsome..."

Suave, talented, handsome, upright, resourceful (here 4000 words are omitted), the undead sent pompous rhetoric, although they don't know idioms, but the translation probably means this.

When Russell heard the praise, the expression on his face didn't change a bit, and he was telling the truth, so there's nothing to be happy about.

Bang!

After firing another shot, Russell shook his arm and put the Sand Eagle into the space ring: "Don't play anymore, I'm tired!"

The leader of the undead who was kneeling on the ground was anxious, and jumped up: "Master Wizard, how can you get tired of it! We still have a lot of tricks, at least... at least shoot me this shot!"

Russell waved his hand, came to the expressionless trio, and pushed Aragorn forward: "I'm tired, let him change."

The undead leader looked Aragorn up and down, circled him twice, and asked doubtfully, "Wizard?"

"No..." Aragorn said weakly, his painting style was too far away, and his heart was a little tired.

"Then why are you standing up?"

The undead leader raised his voice by an octave immediately, then bent down, and looked at Russell obsequiously: "Master Wizard, why don't you take a rest first, I don't care if I wait a while."

"I am the heir of Gondor, fight for me, and I can see you fulfilling your promise." Aragorn said.

"Hmph! The entire Middle-earth continent knows that the royal line of Gondor has been cut off. You can't deceive us."

The leader of the undead snorted coldly, and said with a ferocious face: "If you are really the descendant of that person, I will definitely kill you. His vicious curse made our life worse than death. For the sake of the wizard, I will give you a new... ..."

Clang!

Aragorn drew out the holy sword, stood it on his chest, and squinted at the leader of the undead.

With a whoosh, all the undead in the square fell to their knees. The leader of the undead changed his previous arrogance and choked with sobs: "The saint of the western royal family, the king of Gondor, the great descendants of Elendil, we... ...we've been waiting for you!"

"Great King of Gondor, we have been waiting for your command!"

"The King of Gondor has not forgotten us, how merciful he is!"

"Still handsome!"

"Yes, very handsome..."

(4000 words omitted here)

Aragorn heard all kinds of praises, but his face didn't change a bit, because he had heard it all just now.

"King of Gondor, my master..."

The leader of the undead knelt and floated two steps forward with his knees, desperately... He didn't hug Aragorn's thigh, and missed, but this did not affect his loyalty, and swore: "Please tell me who the enemy is, I promise to lead the army and scare all the enemies to death!"

A bunch of snobs!

Aragorn doesn't like this group of undead, but the procedure still needs to be followed. He held up the holy sword, his domineering air leaked, and he sternly shouted: "I swear in the name of the King of Gondor, as long as you fight for me! , fight for Gondor, and I will regard you as fulfilling your old promises. At that time, the curse will be lifted, and you will be able to rest forever..."

Aragorn has been preparing this line for a long time. Originally, there was a sentence of "Would you like it", but judging from the current posture, it is probably useless.

"We are willing to fight for Gondor, and to die for our master..." The undead leader drew out his long sword, responding to Aragorn's oath.

"There is only one chance..." Aragorn said casually, subduing an army, but he didn't have the slightest pleasure of conquering, but was a little disgusted.

Facts have proved once again that it is better to be more reserved as an undead until nothing is left after licking!

"Please rest assured that the forgotten people will keep their promises. We have waited for thousands of years for this moment. The vows we made have never been forgotten. We live carefully, fearing that we will not be able to fulfill our promises when we die..."

Aragorn: "..."

I'm not blind, I saw you all rushing to die just now!

Perhaps because he felt that his words were not convincing, the leader of the undead smiled and explained: "Actually, we responded to the call of the King of Gondor back then. As a result...the rain was too heavy that day, and the trip was postponed for two days."

Chapter 395 I Can't Cry

The end of the Way of the Dead, south of the White Mountains, is the territory south of Gondor.

Russell squatted on a boulder, looking towards the plains and coastline in the distance. Behind him, countless undead were lined up.

The gray flag fluttered with the wind, the leader of the undead shouted to gather the remaining tribesmen in the valley, and the cavalry came galloping with spears, and more and more undead gathered here.

The miserable green fluorescence soared into the sky, and everything around was illuminated faintly green, for example... Aragorn.

The undead army easily broke through 2 people, but their real combat power was zero. Russell repeatedly confirmed that they did not suffer any physical damage.

The only weapon of the undead is fear. After thousands of years, these old ghosts are proficient in various scaring techniques. If you pick any one out, you can lead a low-budget horror movie.

From another perspective, they have nothing else to do but scare people!

"My king, your army is gathered here, waiting for the dispatch after thousands of years." The leader of the undead turned over and fell off his horse, and knelt down in front of Aragorn.

Going through the usual procedures, Aragon should simply say a few words at this time to boost morale.He himself had prepared a speech in advance, but when it came to his mouth, there was really nothing to say.

The souls of the undead want death wholeheartedly, they are not even afraid of death, and their military spirit is available, so there is nothing else to say.