Chapter 1 Who Are You?

“Who are you? Why do you know so much?” This question could be said to be penetrating right to the heart, instantly piercing deeply into the Dark Emissary's mind.

Fang Senyan stared at him, saying each word distinctly:

“In our country, there was a person who didn't hesitate to cut off his arm to gain the enemy's trust, and then he used this trust, which could be sacrificed, to destroy anything he could. You once said before that those magic trenches under the Holy Spring Plaza only needed a slight disruption, and half of the people present wouldn't survive. Then, how do I know that there isn't something under the White Tower that, after exploding, could leave us without a trace? The pleasure of watching the enemy fall directly 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 believe in Lord Sauron's divine power?”

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

At this time, he turned to the Ace Team and said:

“Aziz and I will stay. The rest of you immediately retreat to the position of the fourth city wall! Take half of the mercenaries with you. The remaining guys in the White Tower are already at the end of their rope. What's the point of leaving so many people here? Waiting to be surrounded?”

Everyone who heard what Fang Senyan said immediately felt it made a lot of sense. Minas Tirith's terrain was so dangerous. They only needed to guard the strategic points. Where could those inside escape to? Gathering here wasn't a case of the more the merrier. If they were surrounded, they would cry with no tears.

After everyone had left, only a sparse amount of elites remained. Fang Senyan said grimly:

“Now, Emissary, state your identity and origin. This isn't a request.”

The Dark Emissary was stunned for a moment, then took off his mask. Everyone was shocked because his face was very similar to that of the dead Aragorn. However, a terrible scar ran across his cheek, and the Dark Emissary's skin was completely unlike that of a human, as if it were green tree bark covered with rotten moss.

“I am a half-dead, a creature wandering between the world of the living and the world of the dead. Because I was transformed after I died, I don't have the terrifying power of the Ringwraiths. I only retained the memories that should be retained, and my name should be Das Telcontar! Accurately speaking in terms of seniority, I should be Aragorn's uncle, and also a descendant of Isildur.”

“The reason I know this damned city so well is because I used to live here! Denethor (the current Steward of Gondor's father) discovered me when I was young and told me that he would return the position of King 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 and said:

“That doesn't make sense. If Denethor really didn't want to return the throne to you, then why raise you and let you come into contact with these secrets? Wouldn't it be better to just find someone to kill you?”

The Dark Emissary sneered:

“He had two plans. Do you know? The current Steward Denethor was born to the previous Steward when he was a full 187 years old (Middle-earth people have longer lifespans), which can be considered as having a child 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, which would neither benefit political enemies nor earn him a good reputation! If he had a son, then of course he would poison me! Unfortunately, that old bastard got his offspring when he was about to rot.”

“Your luck is really good.” Fang Senyan said sincerely. “Even for humans on Middle-earth, it is difficult for women to get pregnant after the age of 100. This old guy actually made a woman pregnant and gave birth to a son at the old age of 187. This probability is no different from meeting a thirty-year-old virgin on the street.”

The Dark Emissary, or rather Mr. Das Telcontar, twitched the corner of his mouth with a smile that was not a smile, and then said viciously:

“Whether it's luck or bad luck, things have already happened, and I don't care anymore. Now there is only one thought in my rotten brain, and that is to destroy this damned city in my hands! Yes, I just want to be the biggest spendthrift. The wealth left by those damned ancestors killed me, so I will personally destroy everything!”

“Sounds very realistic and without flaws.” Fang Senyan nodded.

The Dark Emissary glared at him. Fang Senyan, as if unaware, said to the remaining Blue Light Team and Maritime Alliance people:

“Now we still have hundreds of mercenaries in our hands, right? Eliminating those valuable ones, I suggest dividing these guys into groups of ten. Any more troops won't be able to spread out. Then, aim at the White Tower and launch intermittent rotating attacks. That way, even if there is some conspiracy, our losses will be minimal. In any case, we can't take away most of the mercenaries, right?”

“And whether we can finally break through the White Tower and kill those bastards completely depends on luck. Of course, those who are willing to invest contribution points to hire soldiers will definitely have a higher chance of winning the lottery. Mr. Das Telcontar seems to have something to say? I hope to get a better suggestion.”

The Dark Emissary said coldly:

“Your suggestion is very good. I just want to add that Lord Sauron also asked me to bring some excellent equipment to strengthen the combat 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 power 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.”

*

Fresh blood stained the steps in front of the White Tower red, and the lawn above the Holy Spring Plaza was ruthlessly trampled into a mess. As for the White Tree, it had turned to ashes. Corpses were piled up in front of the White Tower in a disorderly manner, and the screaming shouts of killing never stopped.

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

It was already the seventh wave of attacks. The people blocking the gate of the White Tower had been replaced six times. This was because the Dwarf King Gimli had held off the first four waves before retreating to rest. Unfortunately, this dwarf with a great talent for combat was filled with love for heavy two-handed weapons from birth. Otherwise, if Gimli were an excellent Dwarf shield guard, combined with the Dwarf's strong body, it would really cause a lot of trouble for Fang Senyan and the others.

When the tenth wave of attacks came, casualties began to appear among the people blocking the gate. When the nineteenth wave of attacks came, the surviving people of the Human Alliance had retreated to the third floor of the White Tower. This meant that the gate, which was most suitable for defending to the death, had been lost.

And Fang Senyan and the others prepared a full twenty-seven rounds of uninterrupted attacks!

The fall was imminent.

However, at this moment, an eerie aura suddenly increased in the air. It could be seen that there was a strange fluctuation around the air of the White Tower, as if a colorless and transparent glass rod was being stirred in the water. The consequences of the quick battle had come! The Dark Emissary wasn't lying!

The destruction of the Gondor royal tombs had attracted the attention of the Maiar. They began to take action to try to make the Dark Lord's believers suffer as many unwarranted losses as possible. And people with high perception could clearly detect that these Maiar were simply going to temporarily awaken the artifact spirit in those powerful equipment, and then fly back to their own tribes according to the owner'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 is not enough to satisfy the hunger in my heart. Don't you want to avenge Aragorn? Don't you want to avenge the guy who fought side by side with you and shared life and death, and hope that his skull will always become my treasure?”

The silent White Tower suddenly responded like a volcanic eruption:

“Your soul will be forever cursed and tormented!”

“I'm going to knock your brains out with an axe.”

“Don't go, don't be fooled!”

“……….”

Fang Senyan said lightly:

“I respect warriors, so the person who stands out can have a chance to fight me fairly. The people next to them will not attack. That is the simplest, most direct and purest 1v1. And if you defeat me, then take the precious equipment on me, at least it can let these bastards let you and the other two leave.”

“How do I know you're telling the truth?”

Hearing this voice in reply, Fang Senyan seemed a little surprised.

The purpose of Fang Senyan's standing up at this time seemed to be very simple. To defeat himself, then the opposite person could not give up his excellent and handy weapons and equipment, otherwise it would be to send him to death, and it was to earn a sum in the end!

At this time, he was in full bloom, and the enemy was almost exhausted. The hero-level figures of the Human Alliance added up from beginning to end were only a handful. Except for that old thing Gandalf who didn't have a sure win, he was really sure. He originally thought that the grumpy Gimli would stand up. Uh, his legendary two-handed battle axe "Mr. Fan Zelike" also seemed good.

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