Chapter 567 Saruman's Strength

"Pfft~"

An Orc fell apart suddenly, splitting into pieces, and the expressionless Saruman, who had slain it, showed a trace of a cruel delight on his face.

"Ha ha, ha ha ha! It really works, it really does! I am indeed destined!"

Beside him, Celeborn, seeing Saruman's deranged expression, also looked somewhat solemn.

But as he looked at the corpses of the powerful Orcs he had killed himself, and the lack of the so-called enhancement he couldn't feel, his expression grew dark.

Why! Why did Saruman gain strength from killing these so-called powerful Orcs, while he felt nothing?

Why was Saruman the so-called Chosen One?!

"Congratulations, my lord, congratulations! With your strength, and the number of powerful Orcs under your command, you will surely rise to the next level and unite Middle-earth."

Puzi said with a pretended look of amazement on his face.