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Anduril caught the dead man's illusory sword with the momentum of piercing through the air!

The ranger's sweat slid from his temples, and the shadow of the ghost covered his resolute face without shaking at all: "The holy sword has been recast." He grabbed the dead man's neck bone and pushed him away forcefully.

Pushed back a few steps by Aragorn's force, the dead man stood up straight again, without rushing to speak.

Aragorn stood his sword in front of him: "Fight for us and regain your dignity, what do you say?" He looked around, his eyes seemed to be heavy, and people couldn't help but be convinced.

"What do you say?" Aragorn walked into the undead and repeated again.

Seemingly deadlocked, the doctor kept smiling and gave the dwarf a light kick with his foot.

"Ha!" The dwarf's loud voice attracted all the attention, he smashed his mouth, and understood the doctor's meaning, "You are wasting your time, Aragorn. They have no dignity in life, and they will not have dignity in death."

The undead around began to waver, and Aragorn continued, "I am the son of Essizer, as long as you fight for me, your oath will be fulfilled." Anduril let out a clang, as if agreeing with Aragorn's words.

"What do you say?!" Aragorn shouted for the third time.

The undead looked at each other, and finally the dead stood up and said hoarsely: "If you deceive us, I will turn your heads off one by one." The agreement was reached.Aragorn held Anduril and nodded to his companions, following the pace of the dead.The doctor followed the elf for a few steps, and was dazed by the sudden palpitations, and lost consciousness for a brief moment.

The screams, the flying boulders, the evil and ugly faces of the half-orcs, the blazing fire, the piles of corpses all over the ground...

Ah—ah————!

"Heyman! Heyman!" A pair of warm hands held him tightly in his arms, the picture in front of him gradually disappeared, and Legolas' anxious face appeared in the blur.The elf gently brushed the wet hair on her lover's cheek behind her ears, "Don't be afraid, what's wrong with you?"

"Intermittent perception." The deceased reached out to touch the doctor's forehead, but was blocked by the elf's cold eyes. He was not angry, and smiled evilly: "Ha! What did I see, a blood jar gifted by Vera. Don't Worried, it's just an awakened talent, he saw the battlefield."

The atmosphere reached freezing point, the doctor recovered his breath, leaned against the elf and stood up weakly, and said, "Legolas, the situation is very urgent, we need to speed up."

"Let's go." Aragorn put the sword back into its sheath, and the grey-green eyes were shining with determination.

Everyone boarded the dilapidated big boat underground, and moved quickly to their destination along the underground river.Aragorn and the dead man stood at the bow of the boat. The dwarf held an ax and was watched by the surrounding undead soldiers. He shouted dissatisfiedly: "Have you never seen such a handsome dwarf? No!" The elf and the doctor leaned on the ship's side, the wind in the ground It was a little cold, Elf carefully covered his little doctor, with obvious melancholy in his eyes: "Hyman, take care of yourself, if you can, think of me."

He stared at his lover's white face, lowered his head just enough to see his lover's eyes staring at him, it was the tenderness that could express his love even in the dark.

The doctor stretched out his hands from under the cloak, hugged the elf's waist tightly, leaned his head on his chest, and smiled, just like they first saw, beautiful and curved, like the first ray of morning light through the dark forest: "Of course, we're going home together."

Needless to say, only silence can express the grand conversation between souls at this moment.

When the doctor and his party entered Dingfu, the knights of Rohan also prepared to go to Gondor.This trip lasted for three days day and night, so it is very necessary to reduce the burden and march.Correspondingly, the half-orc army is also on the way.They even arrived at Mitlantis earlier than the Rohan knights and Aragon's party.

The half-orc army began to attack the city. The war has reached a critical moment. The horn has already sounded, and troops from all directions are rushing to the battlefield.The world of Middle-earth stares at this epic battle, and entrusts its own destiny to the creatures living in this land. It is silent and gentle, waiting for the sword of fate to end this catastrophe, or to sleep forever.

Only two princes of Gondor's pioneer knights returned seriously injured, and Boromir was still dragged to the city by his loyal companions on horses.The fatuous regent is still weak, eyes blinded by fear have lost their light forever.Standing on the city wall and shouting to abandon the defense!run for your life!

The real battle mage Gandalf knocked the coward the regent unconscious with a staff, and stood on a high place and shouted: "Ready to fight!" The white-robed wizard rode the phantom all the way down from the top of the city, loudly deploying defensive tactics .The Gondor warriors returned to their positions, ready to meet the enemy.Gradually, order was restored throughout the city.

"Put these bastards to hell!!!"

Huge catapults came and went, screams and shouts were heard endlessly, and what's worse, a powerful army came from the sky, which was Sauron's most loyal lackey-the Nazgul.

The melee started.

"Hidden!" A half-orc support army appeared in the distance, and Aragorn stood at the bow and issued an order.

The boat gradually approached the land of Gondor, and the voice of the half-orc cursed was faintly heard. The partners looked at each other and jumped off the boat.

"Let's compare who kills more, the dwarves are the bravest!" Jin Li waved his ax excitedly.

"Come!"

Aragorn and the doctor looked at each other, and the doctor silently spit out a word: "boys."

The army of undead followed behind the four of them, rushing to the battlefield aggressively.

The battlefield was much more chaotic than the doctor had imagined. The first time and the last time were a bit flustered. Fortunately, the natural lightness and agility of the elves and the occasional cold arrows from Legolas made the doctor feel a little numb later on. enemy.

"Legolas!" Aragorn yelled loudly, looking at the giant elephant reappearing in front of him.

The elf nimbly climbed onto the giant elephant's head, and the dangling huge body did not affect his actions at all. Three arrows shot directly into the giant elephant's head.With a bang, Legolas slid down from the elephant's trunk and landed lightly on the ground, as if he had just jumped lightly on the spot just now.

"Handsome!" The doctor stared at him with starry eyes.

"Hyman!" Aragorn cut the throat of a half-orc, "Attention!"

"Fine." The feeling of being caught by the director of the teaching department welled up in his heart, and the doctor swung his sword sideways, killing the enemy behind who wanted to sneak up.

"That can only be counted as one!" The dwarf shouted unconvinced.

The army of undead killed the plains and transferred the main battlefield to the city of Mitlantis. The crowd followed behind, and marched into the city while cleaning up the remnants.

"Legolas." The doctor spotted Princess Irwin and King Rohan with sharp eyes. The elf nodded to Aragorn, and the two broke away from the main army and came to the princess.

King Theoden had been summoned by the Valar to meet his fathers.The doctor and the elf moved the horse that was on top of him, but to no avail.

His body was so broken that he had to go.

"Irwin, you have saved me. Now, I will go to the ancestors, you have to let me go." King Theoden's blue eyes gradually lost their light and became cloudy, and he was about to leave.

"Do not--!"

The elf knew that Vera had taken her away, and the doctor put his hand on the princess's shoulder: "Irwin, we must go and avenge your king."

"The war is not over."

Even shedding a few sad tears is an extravagant hope. There have been too many such tragedies in the land of Middle-earth where the Demon Lord Sauron ravaged.But today, all the creatures in Middle-earth are united and want to end this catastrophe. This is the last moment.

The long, long, long struggle, with the help of the undead army, is finally over.

The dwarf and the doctor were exhausted and sat on the stones on the battlefield, panting. The elf stood beside the doctor, stretched out his hands to stop his shoulders, and let him lean on his lap.

"No, it's as hard as a rock." The doctor refused, and took the elf's hand by the way.

Elf: ...Have we entered the burnout period of passionate love?

Dwarf: Hahahahahahahahaha!Laugh till you grow taller.

There were footsteps behind him, and the doctor waved his hand with the elf to signal to the white-robed wizard.Aragorn was not far ahead, and the undead army came to him after cleaning the battlefield.

"Release us." The dead paused every word, they had waited too long.

"It's better not." The dwarf shook his head and commented, "These dead people are quite useful at critical moments."

"They deserve it, they should go." The doctor whispered, he didn't worry about Aragorn's choice at all, the new emperor often made the doctor feel a little too honest.

"I think so too." Elf held his lover's hand tightly, agreeing without thinking, Heyman can say anything, as long as he doesn't leave me.

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Possibly the newly-appointed dramatist Little Prince.

"You gave us a promise!"

A slight smile appeared on Aragorn's resolute face: "You have fulfilled your promise, go."

"rest in peace."

The appropriate wind blows, taking away the souls who have been imprisoned by the oath for a long time.After waiting for a long time, their promise was finally fulfilled. Immortality was no longer a weapon to torture them, and they passed away contentedly.

The final battle came to an end.The journey to save Middle-earth has come to the last step, and there is only one key blow left - the destruction of the Lord of the Rings.This is the fundamental way to prevent Sauron from making a comeback, and it is also the key to eliminating him.

The white-robed wizard stood on the highest point of the White City, staring into the distance: "I can't see Frodo's footprints, and darkness covers the land."

"It would be bad if Sauron took the Lord of the Rings." Aragorn walked into the hall, watching the traces left by his ancestors.

"Sooner or later, although he suffered a defeat, he is in Modo, regrouping the army."

"Then let him be there, just let him die there, why should we be afraid of him?" It sounded like the words of the dwarf.

"Because all the orcs will organize Frodo to go to the volcano." The doctor was so worried about the young (he thought) little hobbit that even the long smile disappeared, showing a soft smile. melancholy.

"There is still a glimmer of hope." Aragorn turned around and took off his long smoke. "He needs time to cross the plains of Gorgoroth, and we should buy him time."

The elf said: "Then lead the army out and make Modo an empty city."

"That's right, we will attack the Black Gate with all our forces." Aragorn's iconic smile appeared on his face, which was the confidence to grasp the overall situation, "We don't need to defeat them, we just need to attract their full attention gone."

"Small things." The elf concluded, with a determined smile on his handsome face.

"The chances are slim, and death is certain, so what are we waiting for?" the dwarf concluded.

The author has something to say:

There are not many, but the extra episode will write a little more sweetness.

There will be doctors and elves, there will be human emperors, and there will be dwarf kings and Mir. This may be a short story of about [-] words.

Meow meow meow, come on, come on.