Start with the Lord of the Rings

white mountains.

In the depths of the Heiman Temple.

Path of the Dead.

Stepping into this dark and gloomy narrow mountain path under the warm winter sun, everyone immediately felt the temperature of the surrounding air plummet.

"Hoo hoo."

A gloomy cold wind blows.

Everyone who was caught off guard couldn't help shaking.

The dead, undead, ghosts, unwilling souls that linger after death.

There are many names for this existence throughout the world.

There are also many folk tales.

But there are very few people who have actually seen these things exist.

Fear stems from the unknown.

In the eyes of all forces in the world, the terrifying and powerful half-orcs are nothing to this extremely elite team, let alone fear.

But let's talk about ghosts of the dead.

Even if you haven't seen it.

At this moment in the team, there are definitely not a few people who are afraid of those existences.

"Follow up"

Aragorn drew out his long sword, held a burning torch to lead the way, turned his head and said something to the people behind him, and then walked forward.

It was dark in the narrow mountain road.

Morgan followed behind Aragorn, also holding a torch in one hand and a long sword in the other.

Behind him were Legolas with a serious face and Kim Li with a nervous face.

Behind the two of them was the gray-clothed traveler group led by Hal Ballard.

The last torch in the team was also in the hands of Hal Ballard.

The entire large team moved forward quietly at a uniform speed.

The gloomy mountain road, the oppressive environment, and the legend of the terrifying undead.

At this time, everyone in the big team was somewhat shrouded in a shadow.

In this world, it's best to remain in awe of the places where horror legends are told.

Because of the legends of these places.

True in most cases.

Because it is a terrifying reputation that has been continuously piled up with a lot of human lives.

Just like the road of the dead.

"click"

"Crack."

As the team continued to deepen, the mountain path began to become wider, and strands of white mist began to appear on the surrounding ground and in the air.

"click"

"Crack."

White mist rises and covers the ground.

Immediately afterwards, everyone also began to feel that there was something strange on the ground covered by the mist. They felt that something was stepped on their feet, and the crisp sound of shattering continued to come from the mist under their feet.

"what exactly is it."

Jinli, who was the most curious, reached out to the ground to fish, muttering.

Soon, a bare thing with the cold touch of sand was taken into his hands.

Just as Jinli was wondering what it could be, he saw the bald gray-black skull in his hand that was still steaming.

"damn it"

Jin Li immediately threw out the skull in his hand, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

The good friend Legolas at the side immediately noticed Gimli's strangeness and asked quickly.

"fine."

"fine!"

How could Legolas with the pointed ears realize that he was afraid of skeletons, Gimli quickly denied it.

Because of the fog.

At this time, the distance between the people in front and behind has been opened a lot.

The speed of action is also significantly slower than before.

"Crack."

The number of foreign objects stepped on is also increasing frequently.

Even if Morgan didn't dispel the fog, he could still feel with his feet that more and more foreign objects appearing on the ground below were skulls.

Like the kind that Gimli picked up before.

As the people went deeper, the mountain road was getting bigger and the surrounding space was getting bigger, and the distance between the three torches was not enough to illuminate the range.

The dim flames, the strange mist that rises dimly, the surroundings are quiet, and the atmosphere is extremely depressing.

"Follow up."

"Don't look down!"

At this time, Morgan looked around and saw that the footsteps behind him were constantly slowing down, and the Dunedan rangers who were constantly falling behind said in a deep voice.

His words immediately awakened the people behind from their groggy depression.

Everyone immediately accelerated forward.

Ka Ka Ka Ka

The sound of the bones that had been scattered for an unknown number of years being trampled to pieces continued to resound.

Morgan turned his head, and saw Aragorn, who was leading the way, stop before a fork in the road.

Morgan strode forward: "What's wrong?"

Aragorn: "It makes me hesitate"

Hearing Aragorn's words, Morgan raised his eyes and looked at the two dark intersections ahead, one left and one right, and then said, "Since we stepped into this mountain road, I'm afraid the residents of this mountain have already noticed it."

The voice fell.

Aragorn's eyes lit up immediately, as if he had thought of something, he nodded immediately: "I see." He said and stretched out his finger to the road on the left: "This way."

Said to move forward quickly.

Morgan smiled and followed immediately.

A huge team of nearly forty people continued to go deeper along the winding and dark mountain road.

I don't know how long it has been.

Led by Aragorn and Morgan, the crowd finally stepped out of the narrow and depressing mountain path and walked into an open, spacious, extremely tall and flat square.

At this time, an extremely indifferent voice finally sounded.

"Who broke into my territory without authorization."

The cold macro sound sounded instantly.

At the end of the square in front of it, in front of a huge dilapidated and dilapidated palace building, there appeared a skeleton figure wearing a crown, bright robes, and a hazy but white light all over his body.

The moment he saw the glowing skeleton figure, Aragorn immediately shouted: "Of course it is the one you will serve!"

"Allegiance."

"Humph"

Hearing this word, the skeleton figure wearing a crown seemed to ignore the wild words of the humans in front of him, and just said coldly: "This is the land of the dead, guarded by the dead."

"All living people are not allowed to pass."

"You who trespassed, stay forever!"

The crowned skeleton figure sneered.

Around the incomparably wide square, a large number of dense pale white hazy skeletons immediately appeared in the dilapidated building wreckage, and they were quickly surrounding the crowd in the square.

this moment.

Facing the huge undead used in all directions around.

The gray-clothed traveling warrior group from the north immediately gathered together when they saw a large number of undead around them. They drew their long swords one after another, their faces tense as if they were facing an enemy.

Legolas looked extremely serious, and the longbow in his hand was stretched and drawn into a full moon.

Jinli even held a battle axe, his expression tense.

Morgan was holding a torch in one hand and a long sword in the other, carefully observing the skeleton leader wearing a crown in front of him with a dignified expression.

This was the first time in his life that he saw the undead.

In the memory of the plot in the mind, these undead are basically immune to physical attacks and invulnerable.

Incomparably powerful and terrifying.

However, compared to Morgan, he believed that he had encountered the same impenetrable Modo ring spirits before, but he was much better than these undead.

"Not approved?"

"No, you don't just have to let me pass!"

"And declare your surrender and allegiance to me!"

Aragorn yelled without any fear on his face: "I summon you here."

"You must keep your promise!"

Such a confident attitude made Crown Skeleton King's complexion change.

As if remembering something, the Crown Skull immediately looked at the humans in front of him and quickly stepped forward and shouted: "No one can order me except the King of Gondor!"

"Then look at this!"

Aragorn raised the sword of Elendil in his hand, "Anduriel-Flame of the West".

Looking at the exquisite long sword with intricate patterns cast on the blade in the human hand in front of him, the well-informed Crown Skeleton King immediately froze.

He was deeply impressed by the sword that symbolized the kingship of Gondor held in the hands of Isildur (Isildur), the former king of Gondor.

He even hated and feared Isildur, the king of Gondor who cursed his own family.

Wandering in this icy mountain for countless years, but still unable to rest in peace, they have already regretted their original choice.

But Isildur's curse was already in effect.

The royal family of Gondor also hated their own family who betrayed them.

This is why they have been unable to get the forgiveness of the King of Gondor for so many years, and they will never be able to rest in peace, and can only sink in this world.

Having said that, let me briefly introduce the grievances between these undead and the Kingdom of Gondor.

These undead are the original inhabitants of the White Mountains, also known as the People of the Mountains.

Because many years ago, he declared his allegiance to Aragorn's ancestor, that is, Isildur (Isildur), the king of Gondor.

But when Gondor and Sauron were at war, this group of mountain people who had been loyal refused to serve Gondor.

This also led to the great anger of Isildur, the King of Gondor who felt insulted.

So Isildur cursed them.

Then, the royal power of Gondor suddenly changed, and finally until the blood of King Isildur fell.

These people in the mountains can only be cursed and trapped in this world forever.

They need forgiveness and understanding from the King of Gondor.

Only then can the soul rest in peace.

This is the grievance between these people in the mountains and the royal family of Gondor represented by Aragorn.

Although I know the sword of Elendil representing the King of Gondor in front of me.

But so many years have passed.

The Skeleton King with the crown on his head would not believe that the sudden and unremarkable human man in front of him was the King of Gondor.

At this moment, the crowned skeleton, who had been cursed and trapped for countless years, just wanted to kill the bastard in front of him pretending to be the King of Gondor.

The Crown Skeleton King drew out his long sword and rushed towards the human beings in front of him.

Aragorn looked fearless and resolutely strode forward.

Immediately, some people in the Dunedan Ranger Group worried that the patriarch Aragorn was about to fight, but was stopped by Morgan with his hand.

"It's a battle between kings, and you can't help."

Morgan spoke calmly.

The stopped Dunedan ranger immediately lost his impulse.

He has already seen the high status of this Morgan.

What's more, it is indeed a battle between the patriarch and the skeleton leader.

"boom"

The sword of Elendil slammed into the Crown Skeleton King's sword suddenly, and it made a sound like gold and iron striking each other.

Morgan's heart skipped a beat.

"Is it the sword of Elendil that can hit the opponent?"

"Or because of Aragorn's identity?"

"Or, these undead armies are different from those in the memory plot, and can be directly attacked by long swords?"

Morgan's doubts cannot be answered for the time being.

The battle between Aragorn and Crown Skeleton King has already been decided.

Aragorn swung the opponent's sword, raised his foot and kicked the Crown Skeleton King to the ground, then stepped forward quickly, and the sword of Elendil rested on the neck of the Crown Skeleton King.

"how is this possible?"

"Hasn't the blood of the King of Gondor been cut off!?"

The Crown Skeleton King looked at Aragorn in shock and said in disbelief.

"Now back!"

Aragorn spoke coldly, and then moved the long sword away.

The Crown Skeleton King was free and quickly retreated in front of the undead army.

Aragorn just watched coldly.

When the Skeleton King stood still, he said loudly again: "I am the descendant of Isildur, fight for me!"

"Regain your honor!"

"I will regard your oath as fulfilled!"

"How about it?"

Aragorn roared and looked at the Crown Skeleton King, then looked at the undead around him, and asked loudly, "How is it?"

A group of undead looked at Aragorn, and looked at the empty skulls of the people in the center of the square without any expression on their heads.

"Ha ha."

The Skeleton King wearing the crown looked at Aragorn and laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha."

He smiled happily.

how many years.

Finally waited until this day.

Just when the members of the expedition team and the rangers of the gray-clothed powerhouse were laughing so hard by the skeleton leader wearing the crown in the broad square, the hairs in their hearts were on the hairs in their hearts.

I saw the other party rushing towards Aragorn very quickly, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, we promise you!"

"We're going to fight!"

"You must remember your promise."

After the voice fell, Aragorn was relieved, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Then he looked at the Skeleton King in front of him and said seriously: "Of course, this is my promise!"

Gondor.

Located at the easternmost end of the White Mountains, near the edge of the Anduin River.

There is a very majestic and huge city.

It is built on the mountain.

Numerous exquisitely shaped architectural rooms are connected layer by layer along the mountain peaks, advancing layer by layer.

In this city, all the houses and walls are forged from grayish-white high-hardness limestone.

Therefore, this entire huge city has a white color that is very different from other cities.

Add to this the city's long and dazzling history.

This has also won this great city many reputations such as "White City", "Stone City", "Tower of the Sun", "Tower of the Sunset", "City of Guards", "City of Kings" and so on.

It is "Minas Tirith", the capital of the king of Gondor.

At this time, in a room of the tall, exquisite and luxurious palace on the top floor of the royal capital.

A tall, middle-aged, black-haired man in a luxurious black mink coat was sitting beside a luxurious bed, looking at the motionless handsome man lying on the bed, with a sad expression on his face.

"Boromir."

"my son."

"Why don't you wake up"

The middle-aged man's voice was focused and murmured sadly.

At this time, hurried footsteps came from outside the room.

Soon, a cautious voice sounded from outside the door: "Master Prime Minister, Gandalf wants to see you outside?"

"Go away!"

"Let him roll as far as he can!"

"Gondor needs no wizards."

"There is no need for a liar wizard like him!"

"Tell him to get out!"

At the door of the room, the middle-aged man's face twisted immediately when he heard the sound, and he lost his temper.

Outside the room, the warrior in exquisite armor couldn't help but wiped the sweat around his two exposed eye sockets, and ran out quickly without delay.

Not long after.

The wizard Gandalf in a pure white robe left in front of the palace angrily. When he walked through the square, he glanced at a withered white tree that was protected in the center.

Can't help but sigh in my heart.

after an hour.

A corner of a busy street in Lower Minas Tirith.

"See there"

Gandalf was pointing at the beacon tower on a high place not far away at this time, and said to the two half-grown children with thin figures and dirty faces in front of him, "Anyone who can go up quietly and light that pile of wood, I will hold it in my hand." All the money is his."

half an hour later.

Beacon Tower of Gondor.

The cyan wolf smoke billowed into the sky.