End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The end of the Way of the Dead, south of the White Mountains, is the territory south of Gondor.

Russell squatted on a boulder, looking towards the plains and coastline in the distance. Behind him, countless undead were lined up.

The gray flag fluttered with the wind, the leader of the undead shouted to gather the remaining tribesmen in the valley, and the cavalry came galloping with spears, and more and more undead gathered here.

The miserable green fluorescence soared into the sky, and everything around was illuminated faintly green, for example... Aragorn.

The undead army easily broke through 20,000 people, but their real combat power was zero. Russell repeatedly confirmed that they did not suffer any physical damage.

The only weapon of the undead is fear. After thousands of years, these old ghosts are proficient in various scaring techniques. If you pick any one out, you can lead a low-budget horror movie.

From another perspective, they have nothing else to do but scare people!

"My king, your army is gathered here, waiting for the dispatch after thousands of years." The leader of the undead turned over and fell off his horse, and knelt down in front of Aragorn.

Going through the usual procedures, Aragon should simply say a few words at this time to boost morale. He himself had prepared a speech in advance, but when it came to his mouth, there was really nothing to say.

The souls of the undead want death wholeheartedly, they are not even afraid of death, and their military spirit is available, so there is nothing else to say.

"Walk!"

Aragorn raised his hand to block the green light in front of him, and led the undead across the plain, heading towards the coastline.

...

At the same time, the capital of Gondor --- Minas Tirith.

This king's capital built with the help of natural mountains can be called a supernatural workmanship. The pure white wall was chiseled from hard rocks, standing like a sharp blade on the ground, and it was the most powerful fortress in Middle-earth against the army of Mordor.

The capital is divided into seven floors, and each floor has an independent city wall and entrance. As long as there is a single soldier in the city, even thousands of troops cannot take it down.

But there has never been a fortress or a defense system in the world that can not be breached for a long time. There is no fortress and there will be no future, and Minas Tirith is no exception.

Pinning the hope of a country on a line of defense, the only ending is that the whole country raises its hands and surrenders!

For example, now, the king's capital is surrounded by the half-orc army of Mordor, and all passages including the port are controlled, and there are ring spirits riding flying dragons in the sky.

Denethor II was very drunk in the palace, feeling depressed, because he couldn't find anyone who understood him, so he could only drink away his worries.

His most beloved son, Boromir, has returned safely from Rivendell. The fly in the ointment is that his most hated wizard, Gandalf, is also here.

When Denethor succeeded to the position of regent, he felt that Gandalf seemed honest and honest, but he was full of filth, which was very likely to affect his absolute rule over Gondor.

As he expected, Gandalf has found the heir to the royal family, and Gondor is about to usher in a new king.

But what he didn't expect was that the most promising eldest son, Boromir, who would succeed as the regent in the future, actually stood together with Gandalf.

Denethor's whole body is not good, God is pitiful, he governs the country diligently, and has worked so hard for so many years, what is it for?

Isn't it to lay a good foundation, pass the throne to Boromir, let him become a generation of wise masters, and live a prosperous life!

Denethor felt that his son must have been dropped, or else he was under Gandalf's witchcraft, otherwise his IQ would not plummet to a level where there was no cure.

The possibility of bag loss is the greatest. Boromir has gained weight twice, and he can no longer wear his previous armor.

This is not normal. Before Boromir went to Rivendell, he could still wear a chain mail under his armor. There is no reason why he suddenly gained so much weight.

Moreover, from Rivendell to crossing mountains and ridges, and then to the Kingdom of Rohan, the hard and bumpy journey, no matter how you look at it, is the rhythm of losing ten catties.

Denethor waved back and forth, locked himself in the palace, and poured himself a drink while thinking about his own thoughts. If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone is drunk, and he fell under the table after a while.

Outside the door, three sneaky figures pushed the door and came in. Gandalf was the one who needed a white robe even for a thief, and Boromir and Faramir were the other two.

Incidentally, these two are brothers, sons of Denethor.

Boromir supports Gandalf, thinking that Aragorn is the real king, Faramir supports Boromir, and his brother is right in everything he says.

The two cheating sons took advantage of their positions to transfer away the guards loyal to Denethor in the palace and successfully sneaked into the hall.

Gandalf carefully helped Denethor up, poured a bottle of potion into his mouth, and said with a smile: "The regent will wake up in two days, remember to feed him some water, otherwise, he will die if he drinks too much. Wake up thirsty early."

Speaking of this, Gandalf stroked his beard. Gandalf in the white robe was a man of status. When he entered the door, the regent did not give him a seat. He even taunted him and starved for two days as a punishment.

Hmph, the last person who offended him has become a lonely ghost!

"Gandalf, won't anyone see it?" Boromir worried.

"The regent's heartbeat doesn't stop, but the frequency is much slower. If you don't check carefully, you won't be discovered. How to hide it depends on your brother's performance!"

Boromir smiled confidently when he heard the words: "Gandalf, don't worry, I have learned a lot from you...cough cough, I have learned a lot from Russell, especially the ability to tell lies with eyes open, even compared to your...cough Cough, it's not as good as Russell, but it's absolutely fine to fool the honest people in the palace."

When Faramir heard the words, he immediately cast admiring eyes. As expected of a big brother, he became so powerful after going out for further studies once!

"Then I'll leave it to you, I'll take a step first..." Gandalf nodded in satisfaction, secretly thinking that Russell was not evil, and Boromodo's good boy was taken away.

Gandalf left quietly, and everyone in the palace knew that the regent did not like him, and it would be easy to arouse suspicion if he stayed.

After Gandalf left, Boromir closed his eyes. After three seconds, tears burst into tears, and he turned to Faramir and said, "Brother, cry, cry hard!"

Faramir opened his mouth wide, pondered for a while, and almost laughed out loud: "Brother, I can't cry."

Snapped!

Boromir slapped him, and the latter covered his face in astonishment: "Brother, did you hit me?"

As he said that, Faramir shed tears of grievance. Don't think he is the son of the regent and the second heir to the throne. In fact, he is not loved by Denethor. In addition, his mother died early, and only Boromir loves him very much.

And now, his most beloved elder brother actually slapped him in the face!

"Ahhh—"

"Yes, that's it, keep this strength, it will pass if there is more..."

Looking at his howling younger brother, Boromir nodded, squeezed his tears, and shouted outside the gate.

"Come here!!"

"Come on, the regent has been drinking too much, he can't do it anymore!!!"

"Brother, what, everyone has been transferred by us..."

Boromir: "..."