105 Chapter 105: The Unlucky Saruman
Saruman feels that his life has not been easy recently.
A few days ago, he finally won the trust of the dark savages, and was prepared to instigate them to wage war against Rohan, and let them seize the territory of the Isengard region and the fortress of Isengard for him.
He wants to use this to develop his power.
Everything started as he planned, the war was ready, and he only needed a shout to let those savage people rush forward slowly.
But in the end, he did not expect that his same kind of mouse, Gandalf the gray robe, who was once hated by him, suddenly collapsed from behind the stone when he was releasing the water.
At that time, when he saw Gandalf jumping out of this barren mountain, Saruman's little heart was thumping violently. He thought that Gandalf came after him.
And just as he expected, when Gandalf appeared, he let him choose life and death, it can be said that he did not show the slightest affection.
However, fortunately, he reacted quickly at that time, lied to deceive Gandalf, told him to lower his guard, and took the opportunity to escape.
Otherwise, the consequences will definitely be unimaginable.
Saruman still remembered the scene where Gandalf knocked Sauron back with one blow, so he still harbored fear for Gandalf, the fear brought about by the unknown.
However, despite such unfortunate circumstances, it seems that God still does not intend to let him go.
"What do you want to do?" Saruman looked at the black-robed man in front of him alertly.
"Saruman, the master wants to see you! Illusory" voice came from the darkness under the black robe, appearing hoarse and low.
The black robe who spoke was the Witch King of Angmar, the one of the Nine Ringed Spirits.
"You didn't come to kill me?" Saruman couldn't help but stunned.
He also thought that Sauron sent the Nazgul to hunt him down because of what happened last time in Dol Guldur.
"Hehe, the master just asked me to invite you, so you don't have to worry." The illusory voice of the Witch King of Angmar came hoarse again.
The Ringwraiths have long been devoured by the Lord of the Rings, and they have been corrupted by the magic of darkness, leaving only their spirit bodies, wandering in the void, and can only listen to Sauron's call to act.
As the head of the Nine Ringed Spirits, the Witch King of Angmar is undoubtedly the most powerful.
Therefore, although he was corrupted by the Lord of the Rings, he did not completely become a puppet machine that only knew how to do things.
He still has consciousness and emotions, so what he said to Saruman at this moment was a little playful.
"Sauron wants to see me?" Saruman was slightly taken aback.
Although he knew that Sauron was not the Nazgul that he sent in front of him to hunt him down, Saruman was still uneasy, and he didn't want to see Sauron because of fear.
Since the last incident, Saruman has noticed the gap between himself and Sauron, not only the gap in strength, but also the gap in thinking level.
What Sauron was thinking in his heart, he couldn't see through.
He couldn't be sure what Sauron would do to him.
And in case, Sauron suddenly became unhappy, or did not know when he suddenly had an inexplicable reason to kill him and shot him, then where should he go to find someone to reason with?
Therefore, although Saruman is still full of desire for strength, he does not want to cooperate with Sauron anymore.
It seems that Saruman's hesitation can be seen.
"Ah!" Under the shadow of the Witch King of Angmar, there was another chuckle, and a hoarse voice sounded, "Come out!"
When the words fell, the surrounding leaf shadows swayed, and eight black shadows appeared under the forest out of thin air.
Seeing these dark shadows emerge, Saruman's originally unsightly complexion was stained with earth.
The joking voice of the Witch-king of Angmar rang out:
"Master said, if you don't go, you will die–!
The cold and stern voice was like frost in the dark forest, which only made Saruman feel the chill to his bones.
He doesn't doubt the truth of what he said, these dark lackeys will definitely do it.
The forest suddenly fell silent.
After half a sound, a powerless sigh came.
Saruman slowly loosened his grip on the staff, and he had no way out.
As the sun sets, the heartbroken man is drinking tea.
Carl was a little bored, his two pitiful teammates left, but he was the only one left on the road, which made the scenery along the way look a little depressing.
"Looks like I'm used to it.
Carl sat on the back of a horse and took another sip of strong tea, while looking at the vast grassland, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.
Gandalf left. Before leaving, he said that he was going to save him from death. He also got news of the territory, told the elves and dwarves, and helped him to get some sponsors by the way.
As for Bilbo, he returned to his home in Shire.
But that guy said that he was going back to Shire this time, and he planned to write a story book, probably titled "Things About Dragon Slaying", or "Carl Green's Birth History".
Carl is looking forward to Bilbo's book, because he likes stories.
Moreover, Carl himself is currently planning to write a book called "Across Middle-earth: The Dragon Slaying at the Beginning", which may be able to draw some lessons from Bilbo.
Carl's thoughts drifted for a while, but he adjusted his state in a blink of an eye.
He continued to ride his horse towards his territory.
He had to get the territory first, otherwise he wouldn't be able to develop his own bodyguard.
The scenery in front of him slowly retreated, and the scenery around him changed again. Suddenly, a tall minaret appeared in the distance in front of him. The minaret was completely black, and it shone with silent black awns in the sun.
Fort Isengard, here we come!
