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Chapter 59 The Miserable Dark Messenger

Chapter 131 Who Are You?

"Who are you? Why do you know so much?" This question was like a ruthless stab, piercing deeply into the Dark Emissary's heart.

Fang Senyan stared at him, saying each word clearly, "In our country, there was a man who didn't hesitate to cut off his own arm to gain the enemy's trust. Then, he used this trust, which could be sacrificed, to destroy everything he could. You said earlier that just a little damage to the magic channels under the Saint Spring Plaza would kill everyone present. So, how do I know there's nothing under the White Tower that could vaporize us all if it exploded? The pleasure of watching an enemy fall from the peak must be extremely satisfying."

The Dark Emissary was silent for a moment. Fang Senyan's words had separated him from the others. After a while, he said faintly, "You don't even trust Lord Sauron's divine power?"

"Of course, Lord Sauron is trustworthy, but that doesn't mean everyone under him is loyal!" Fang Senyan retorted sharply. "Besides, I trust myself more."

He turned to the Ace Team and said, "Aziz and I will stay here. The rest of you retreat to the fourth wall immediately! Take half of the mercenaries with you. The guys left in the White Tower are at the end of their rope. What's the point of leaving so many people here? Waiting to be surrounded?"

Everyone who heard Fang Senyan's words immediately felt that it made sense. Minas Tirith's terrain was so treacherous. They only needed to guard the key points; where could those inside escape to? Gathering here wouldn't help. If they were surrounded, they would cry without tears.

After everyone had left, only a handful of elites remained. Fang Senyan said grimly, "Now, Emissary, reveal your identity and origin. This isn't a request."

The Dark Emissary froze for a moment, then removed his mask. Everyone was shocked, because his face was very similar to the deceased Aragorn. However, a terrible scar stretched across his cheek, and the Dark Emissary's skin was completely unlike that of a human, resembling green tree bark covered with moldy moss.

"I am a half-dead, a creature lingering on the edge of the worlds of the living and the dead. Because I was transformed after I died, I don't have the terrifying power of the Ringwraiths. I only retained the memories I was supposed to keep. And my name... should be Darth Telcontar! Accurately speaking in terms of seniority, I should be Aragorn's uncle, also a descendant of Isildur."

"I know this damn city so well because I used to live here! Denethor (the current Steward of Gondor's father) discovered me when I was young. He originally told me that he would return the throne of Gondor when I came of age, but... while returning the crown and scepter to me, he also made me drink poison!"

Fang Senyan looked at him, frowning. "That doesn't make sense. If Denethor really didn't want to return the throne to you, why nurture you and let you access these secrets? Wouldn't it be easier to just kill you?"

The Dark Emissary sneered. "He had a backup plan. Do you know that the current Steward Denethor was born when the previous Steward was a full one hundred and eighty-seven years old (Middle-earth people live longer), which can be considered having a son late in life."

"That old thing Denethor had two plans. If he had no heir in his life, he would return the throne to the royal bloodline, neither benefiting his political enemies nor earning himself a good reputation! If he had a son, then he would certainly poison me! Unfortunately, that old bastard got his own offspring when he was about to decay."

"You have very good luck," Fang Senyan said sincerely. "Even humans in Middle-earth find it difficult for women to get pregnant after the age of one hundred. This old guy actually got a woman pregnant and gave birth to a son at the age of one hundred and eighty-seven. That probability is no different from encountering a thirty-year-old virgin on the street."

The Dark Emissary, or rather Darth Telcontar, twitched the corner of his mouth with a forced smile, then said fiercely, "Whether it's luck or bad luck, things have already happened, and I don't care anymore. Now there's only one thought in my rotten brain, and that is to destroy this damn city in my hands! Yes, I just want to be the biggest wastrel. The wealth left by those damn ancestors caused me to lose my life, so I will personally destroy it all!"

"Sounds very realistic, and there are no flaws," Fang Senyan nodded.

The Dark Emissary glared at him. Fang Senyan, as if unaware, said to the remaining members of the Blue Light Team and the Maritime Alliance, "We still have hundreds of mercenaries on hand, right? After eliminating those of value, I suggest dispersing these guys into groups of ten. Any more troops wouldn't be useful anyway. Then, launch intermittent attacks on the White Tower. In that way, even if there's some conspiracy, our losses will be minimal. Anyway, we can't take most of the hired men with us, right?"

"And whether we can break through the White Tower and kill those bastards in the end is entirely up to luck. Of course, those who are willing to invest contribution points to hire soldiers will definitely have a higher chance of winning the jackpot. Mr. Darth Telcontar seems to have something to say? I hope to get a better suggestion."

The Dark Emissary said coldly, "Your suggestion is good. I just want to add that Lord Sauron also asked me to bring some excellent equipment to strengthen the fighting power of the Dark Believers. I think you might need them. Each set of equipment can provide the wearer with extra strength, and the combat effectiveness can be increased by one level, allowing ordinary orcs to reach the amazing level of Uruk-hai."

Fang Senyan stared at the Dark Emissary for a while, then said, "Thank you."

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Blood stained the steps in front of the White Tower, and the lawn on Saint Spring Plaza was mercilessly trampled. As for the White Tree, it had been turned into ashes. Corpses were piled up in front of the White Tower, and the desperate shouts of killing never stopped.

The most terrible warriors in this world are believers, powerful believers supported by fanatical religious beliefs! They can despise death, because for them, fighting to the death for their faith is a manifestation of loyalty!

It was already the seventh wave of attacks. The people blocking the entrance of the White Tower had been replaced six times. This was because Gimli, the Dwarf King, had withstood the first four waves before retreating to rest. Unfortunately, this dwarf with great combat talent had been filled with love for two-handed heavy weapons since birth. Otherwise, if Gimli had been an excellent Dwarf Shield Guardian, combined with the dwarves' strong bodies, it would have really caused a lot of trouble for Fang Senyan and his group.

When the tenth round of attacks came, the people blocking the door had already begun to suffer casualties. When the nineteenth round of attacks came, the surviving members of the Human Alliance had retreated to the third floor of the White Tower, which meant that the most suitable entrance for defending had been lost.

And Fang Senyan and his group had prepared a full twenty-seven rounds of non-stop attacks!

Collapse was imminent.

But at this moment, a strange aura suddenly filled the air. A strange fluctuation could be seen around the White Tower, as if a colorless, transparent glass rod was being stirred in the water. The consequences of a quick victory had arrived! The Dark Emissary wasn't lying!

The destruction of the Gondor royal tombs attracted the attention of the Maiar. They began to try to make the Dark Lord's followers suffer some unjustified losses, and those with high perception could clearly perceive that these Maiar would immediately awaken the weapon spirits in those powerful equipment temporarily, and then fly back to their respective tribes according to the master's will!

However, at this moment, Fang Senyan stood up and shouted contemptuously at the White Tower, "I! The mighty sailor, challenge you cowards! A mere Aragorn's soul and blood are not enough to quench the thirst in my heart. Don't you want to avenge Aragorn? Don't you want to avenge the guy who fought alongside you and lived and died together? Do you hope that his skull will forever become my treasure?"

The silent White Tower suddenly responded like a volcanic eruption: "Your soul will be cursed and tormented forever!"

"I'm going to smash your brains out with an ax."

"Don't go, don't fall for it!"

"..."

Fang Senyan said calmly, "I respect warriors, so the person who stands out can have a chance to fight me fairly. The people next to him won't interfere. It's the simplest, most direct, and purest 1v1. And, if you defeat me, then taking the valuable equipment on me can at least allow those bastards to let you and the other two leave."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

Hearing this voice, Fang Senyan seemed a little surprised.

Fang Senyan's purpose in standing out to act like a big shot was actually very simple. To defeat him, the person on the other side couldn't give up his excellent and handy weapons and equipment. Otherwise, he would be coming to die and to make a final profit!

At this time, he was in full condition, and the enemy was almost exhausted. The Human Alliance had only a handful of hero-level figures from beginning to end. Apart from Gandalf, the old thing, who he didn't have a sure chance of winning against, he was really confident. He originally thought that the irritable Gimli would stand out - oh, his legendary two-handed battle ax "Mr. Fan Zelek" seemed pretty good too.

But Fang Senyan didn't expect that the one who took the bait was the one who shouldn't have stood out the most, the Elf Prince Legolas!