Chapter 142 the deceased such as Sifu

"Bang!" Sparks splashed in the air. Looking at Faramir, who was desperately resisting, Angmar was not angry. On the contrary, there was a rare joy in his heart.

Unyielding? Unwilling? Haha, that's right. Because otherwise, they wouldn't show their power and superiority at all, would they?

The thought flashed, and Angmar's playful voice came, and I saw it said leisurely:

"Human, your courage makes me admire. I really appreciate you, and I don't have the heart to kill you. You might as well submit to me. I will save you from death and give you more power, how about that?"

Hahaha," Faramir laughed, as if he heard some joke, raised his head, pointed at Angmar, and cursed, "I'm Faramir! Today is death! Even if I jump from the city wall, I will never surrender!"

"You want me to work for you? Humph! Dream about it!"

As soon as the words came out, Ring Ling couldn't help but get furious: "Since you are so ignorant of praise, then I will kill you first, and then detain your soul and torture you."

"Come on! How could I be afraid of you!" There was another roar.

"Bang!" The clashes passed, but this time the force was even greater. Faramir gritted his teeth and held on.

"Ding~" Angmar chuckled disdainfully, and then swung the long sword again.

"Dangdang!" The weapon collided in the air, sparks flew, and after a while, Faramir's brows could not help but frown, but it became more and more difficult for him to move his hands.

He knew that he might not really be a match for the Nazgul in front of him.

Now the Gondor soldiers on the battlefield seem to be unable to resist the attack of the strong orcs.

It might be wiser for him to just call people to retreat.

However, thinking that if he retreated like this, the moonlight city of Gondor, Minas Ithil, would be defiled by these filthy strong orcs, and he felt a burst of anger in his heart.

He can't tolerate such a situation, nor is he willing to humiliate and compromise so easily!

Moreover, if he withdrew his troops and fled now, then his father Denethor would probably be even more disappointed in him because of this.

No, it can't be!

The wavering thought faded, and Faramir jumped up again, holding his long sword and stabbing towards Angmar.

"Die to death!

"Aah~"

The long sword went straight in, and Angmar's cold disdain came again, and then Faramir only felt a cold wind blowing across his face.

Then, under his gaze, the ring spirit in front of him was pierced through his body by his long sword.

"Pfft!" There was a slight noise, and when he felt this solid sword, Faramir was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help but be overjoyed when he reacted, he succeeded?

But before he had time to think about it, there was a sudden burst of burning heat from the hand holding the long sword, which stabbed his nerves violently, making him cry out in pain, and quickly let go of the hand holding the sword.

At a glance, the flesh and blood on his hands have been corroded and rotten, and the bones are exposed on the surface.

And the Angmar Witch King, who still had a sword in his body, said a playful and smug voice:

"Humans, don't you know the prophecies about the end of the day? I am an immortal spirit, but I don't die so easily."

"What. What?" Faramir was stunned, but the Witch King Angmar didn't explain it to him. The gloomy wind swept across, a shadow flashed, accompanied by a sneer, and in the shock, Faramir completely lost his breath.

The soldiers of Gondor watched helplessly as their commander-in-chief, Faramir, was killed, and the only remaining will finally could no longer hold on.

The speed of their rout became incomparably fast, and under the attack of the strong orcs, it was almost impossible to resist.

Looking at the fleeing Gondor soldiers, the Witch King Angmar raised his head.

"Ah." A sigh came, with a hint of pride and intoxication in its voice, "All this has just begun, and the times will be reborn because of us! The Kingdom of Angmar will also recover here! bustling!"

The tone fell, mixed with constant screams, mixed with corpses and countless blood, but it was inexplicably cold and cold.

While the Witch-King Angmar led an army of orcs to attack Minas Ithil, another army set off with the rest of the Nazgul.

They followed the only exit north of Mordor, Morannon, the Black Gate.

The target, however, was to point directly at Rohan in the steppe of Calenathon.

The rest of the Nazgul accompanied them, and of course, countless flying beasts and enhanced orcs accompanied the team.

Sauron's purpose seems to be the two most powerful human kingdoms on the road.

When the king of Rohan received the news, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. He summoned the commander of the Green Kingdom stationed in Rohan to discuss countermeasures with him.

The army of the Green Kingdom stationed in Rohan is the Ninth Legion, and the commander of the Ninth Legion is one of Carl's most loyal subordinates, named Ruth, Evelyn.

King Rohan summoned Ruth and asked him:

"Ruth, Your Excellency, the army of the strong orcs is coming, how should we deal with it?"

Looking at Zhong Dajun Sjorden, Ruth comforted and said:

"King Rohan, don't worry, the soldiers of the Green Kingdom will help you guard the border together, and won't let those guys cross the line easily.

"I know," Hjordun nodded, but there was still concern in his eyes, "but the army of the Orcs was coming with ferocity and numbers."

Theo paused, "Of course, I don't underestimate the strength of Russ to lead you and the Ninth Army, but you must know that if the gap between the number of combatants is too large, it will inevitably cause people to worry."

"Well, I wonder what advice do you have, King Rohan?" Ruth asked.

"Your Excellency, can you send additional reinforcements to Isengard?" Hejdun finally stated his purpose.

"Huh?" Ruth was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing, "King Rohan, why didn't you personally send an envoy to ask our master?"

"Uh, this," Hejdun felt a little embarrassed, he knew that the general in front of him was knowingly asking.

Who doesn't know that the true commander of Isengard's army is a woman named Syudea?

And Syudea, but his sister!!

Before, he thought that he would be able to straighten his waist in front of her after he took over the throne of Rohan Kingdom from his father Seychelle.

However, after meeting Syudeya, he realized that he was still too young. He was still tortured to the core by her older sister Siudea's threatening aura.

Yes, her sister is still so strong, not only has her skills become more terrifying, but she still likes to "teach him to do things" as always.

The thought of his dignified chief of the country being ruthlessly preached and reasoned with by a woman, even though this woman was his sister, still made Hjordun feel ashamed and angry.

Therefore, he instinctively did not want to appear in front of Siudea.

Seeing Theoden like this, Ruth didn't continue joking, he nodded seriously:

"King Rohan, I will bring your request to the royal city, but whether the master is willing to send troops, I am not sure."

Theoden breathed a sigh of relief and echoed: "I understand, I will write a request letter, and the chief commander is willing to help bring it."

As long as he doesn't have to face Syudea, everything is fine.