Chapter 175 Death or Rebirth?

The shattered rays of light penetrated the clouds and mists, colliding with the darkness, and in Middle-earth, all the people turned their gazes here.

What happened? Why is there such a dazzling light shining in the sky?

Everyone felt the change.

And in the golden forest thousands of miles away, Lothlorien, Galadriel's expression became a little moved.

Of course, she recognizes this sacred light because it is an ancient technique handed down from ancient times - the light of holy light.

The light of holy light can only be mastered by those who are extremely pious in their hearts and who have been recognized by the creator god, Iluvatar.

Once the caster casts the spell, the light emitted will contain incomparably pure light energy, and this energy has the most powerful retreat effect on all darkness.

All filth and evil have nothing to hide in front of it.

However, even though the power of this spell is huge, the cost of using it is also extremely expensive.

Not only magic power is needed, but all life force needs to be exhausted.

This is death in the true sense, and it is completely dissipated, even if the creator god Iluvatar comes into the world, it will not help.

In this world, there are only two people who can be recognized by Iluvatar and master this technique. One of them is her, and the other is Gandalf.

"Gandalf."

Unconsciously, Galadriel's eyes fluctuated.

After thousands of years of experience and training, her emotions have long been not so easily stirred.

However, looking at the holy light that spreads all over the sky now, she can't help feeling sad in her heart.

She also wanted to participate in this battle against Mordor, but part of the orc army had already penetrated from the dark jungle and reached the misty mountains.

For the sake of the living creatures behind her, she could only stay behind and could not go to the front line.

And now, it's definitely bad news.

"Grandmother, what happened?" Just as Galadriel was absent-minded, a worried greeting came from behind.

It was Ya Bian who came.

Galadriel turned her head, and seeing that it was Ya Bian, she couldn't help but hide her hurt eyes, then hesitated for a moment, and said slowly:

"Ya Bian, this war may be more difficult than expected."

"Grandma, what's the matter?"

When Ya Bian heard the words, her originally worried expression turned into a hint of urgency.

What does this white light represent?

Why was her grandmother so lost after seeing it?

Did something happen to Carl? Did something happen to her father? Or was the army ahead defeated by those strong orcs?

How is this possible?

Ya Bian didn't want to think about it because when she thought of that possibility, she couldn't help trembling in her heart.

"Grandmother, didn't you say that the future of Middle-earth seen in the water mirror belongs to human beings?" Ya asked again.

"Ya Bian, the future is not fixed; everything is changing. What can be seen in the water mirror is only the inner desire of people," Galadriel explained, then, as if in a hurry, she couldn't help but say again,

"But, I believe, we will not fail, concubine, you must believe too."

Yeah, hope is so strong that they won't fail.

It just takes some effort, some sacrifice.

But, in the end, the one who will definitely win will be them.

Over the Golos Plain, two dark shadows faced each other.

The atmosphere is a little frozen.

Carl also felt the divine light coming from the direction of Zumtobel.

The light was so warm and translucent that he couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

It was the energy that belonged to that fellow Gandalf, and it seemed that something had changed.

Sauron saw Carl's change, but his heart was indifferent.

Then, he suddenly said, "Death, in fact, is just a new beginning; why should you be so afraid?"

"It's a sigh of sadness that people don't really understand death all the time," Carl returned to his senses, "You seem to be talking a bit too much today."

"However, since you say that death is a new life, why can't you put down the weapon in your hand and let me kill you?"

"I'm already dead," came Sauron's hoarse voice, "more than once."

"Late," Carl nodded as if consciously, "but you can still stand here and talk now, it seems that you haven't died enough."

"A freshman is about cutting everything off first, isn't it?" Carl laughed.

"Are you still going to be my enemy?" Sauron said.

"Nonsense. Stop talking; let me see what you are capable of now!"

There was no wind in the surrounding air, and countless dark clouds began to entrench in the sky. In an instant, the lightning and thunder continued, tearing apart the world.

A strange color suddenly flashed in Sauron's eyes.

Why, this kind of momentum, will be so familiar?