The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 748 With my holy sword! I will fulfill your dream!

"Ah!" Weiss was almost scared to death by the appearance of Sernar behind him. After all, anyone who suddenly had someone appear behind them in the Dark Forest would be terrified.

“You…” Weiss was speechless.

“Finding you is easy! Have you forgotten the mark I left on you?” The somewhat ethereal Sernar pointed at Weiss’s wrist.

"Alright, to make a long story short, I don't have much time left!" Sernar frowned, the soul fire in his eyes flickered a few times, and the flames on his body grew even more intense.

"What is this...?" Only then did Weiss realize that the flames burning all over Sernar's body were soul fire, which was clearly the appearance of the Sacrifice skill being activated.

“It doesn’t matter. I should have been buried in the dust of history anyway, and I shouldn’t be living on this land!” Cernal shook his head with a sigh.

"I've made too many mistakes in my life..."

"The Lord of the Rings corrupted my mind and led me astray!"

“I’ve missed out on so much, and I’ve made so many mistakes!” Cernal said sadly.

“It’s alright. You’ve already realized your mistake and repented. No one can hold you responsible.” Vis said, looking at Cernar. No one can hold them responsible for the corruption of the Ring, after all, they were also victims. The real culprit was Sauron, not these Ringwraiths who were just tools.

“It’s too late! My hands are stained with the blood of the innocent… The Holy Sword is meant to protect the unarmed people, but I have turned it on civilians… I am guilty, I have always been a sinner!” Sernar shook his head with a bitter smile.

"If I had died on the battlefield back then... perhaps it would have been the best ending!" Sernar said with a look of reminiscence.

"What can I do for you, senior?" Weiss remained silent. He knew the outcome of the sacrifice, and the only thing he could do was help this destined-to-die soul fulfill his wish.

“No, it’s not about what you can do for me, but what I can do for you, child!” Cernal walked up to Viss, knelt on one knee, looked up at Viss, and smiled.

“You are the most talented Dúnedan I have ever seen since I became conscious! I see infinite possibilities in you, so I decided to protect you and hope that you would become the seed to dispel the darkness. Unfortunately, you have seen what I am like now, and I am afraid I can no longer protect you…” Cernal calmly looked at the somewhat helpless Weiss.

"I..." Weiss wanted to wave his hand and tell Cernal that he wasn't cut out for it, after all, this hope was too heavy, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Don't worry, the body will die one day, but the spirit can be passed on forever!" Sernar encouraged.

“You now have the ticket to the top of this world. All you need is to accumulate experience! When you have the power to protect yourself, the Ringwraiths will no longer be your nightmare!” Cernar stood up, his voice as gentle as flowing water.

“You…” Weiss’s eyes were a little moist. He choked up as he looked at the tall Sernar in front of him. At this moment, Sernar was no longer the terrifying and gloomy figure of the Ringwraith. The silver armor wrapped in holy light and the burning soul fire made Sernar look incredibly holy.

“Summon your dragon!” Sernar chuckled. ...

"Your Majesty! Third Nazgul Senar has betrayed you!" Uvasa, clutching his broken left arm, knelt in agony before Soren.

"Bastards! You bunch of trash!" Sauron roared as he kicked away Uvasa, who was kneeling on the ground. Having accumulated power during the Dark Ages, Sauron could no longer condense a perfect form as before. Now, he was covered in black armor and wore a hideous Iron Thorn Demon Helmet, from which a scarlet light shone through the gaps in the helmet.

"What about Khammur and Lydalias?" Sauron asked slowly, having calmed his feelings of betrayal. As the Ringwraiths who had been working with Cernar, Sauron now doubted their loyalty.

"They were severely wounded by the human paladins! Then they were betrayed by Thenar, and now they've retreated to the Dolgodor fortress to recuperate..." Uvasa said awkwardly, practically telling Sauron that these two Ringwraiths were now keeping a low profile, afraid that the Northern Alliance would notice them and expose them!
"A bunch of useless trash! Tell them if they can't fight back... then come back!" In the end, Sauron couldn't abandon his men. Although Sernar had betrayed him, the others remained loyal.

"Stop provoking the northern humans, they..." Soren paused. Those northern humans were truly stubborn and unyielding! Considering he was still gathering his strength, he decided not to bother with them.

Because Sauron will not rebuild Baradur (Black Tower) until the Third Age 2951, the Crystal of Knowledge in Sauron's possession is not yet sufficient to protect the entire Middle-earth. He still has only a superficial understanding of the affairs of the northern men. Therefore, in order to play it safe, Sauron has given up the idea of ​​causing trouble for the northern men during this period. After all, Gondor in the south is easy to bully and wealthy. It is better to pick on the weak and not to go looking for trouble.

“As you command, Your Majesty!” Uvasa said respectfully.

"Take good care of yourself! The damage to your soul is no different from anything else. If that attack had struck your chest directly, it would have torn your soul apart!" Following the principle of combining the big stick with the sweet treat, Soren comforted Uvasa and informed him of the danger of that attack. Sernar's hateful blow had directly damaged Uvasa's soul, and his left arm would not grow back for some time!

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"Was it all really worth it?" The figure that had once appeared before Cernal reappeared on the treetop in the distance. He stood on the treetop as if weightless, gazing at Cernal in the distance, lost in thought and emotion.

"You fought against darkness with everything you had, and forcibly broke free from the Ring's shackles with sheer willpower... You are a true hero!" The newcomer murmured as he looked at Cernar, bowing slowly to Cernar's fading figure before disappearing into the air.

"Senior, is there anything else you wish for?" Weiss choked back tears as he looked at the gradually fading Cernal. He knew that if Cernal had wanted to leave, no one could have stopped him, but to protect him, Cernal was willing to burn himself to carve a path to survival for him...

"Don't cry! You are a descendant of the Dunedan! You bear the hope of the people of the North! Arno has been destroyed! But the people of the North cannot perish! For you, I have no regrets even if I die!" Sernar gently wiped away the tears rolling down Viss's face and said calmly.

"Carry on with my will, my child! Darkness will eventually dissipate, and light will shine upon the world once more!" Cernar held the holy sword before him, its reflection illuminating the unwavering resolve on his face.

"With my holy sword! Fulfill your dream!" Sernar murmured majestically.

The greatness of paladins needs no further explanation; they shine upon the world in the name of holiness!

(End of this chapter)