legend begins with lord of the rings

"Glima, you treacherous villain, sooner or later I will kill you..."

"Glima, you bewitched the king, you deserve death!!"

Eomer was driven out of the hall, and his curses resounded throughout the kingdom.

During the struggle, Eomer was thrown out of the gate of Rohan by the escort.

The guard captain looked at Eomer, who was still yelling, and whispered: "General Eomer, shut up. If you continue to annoy the national master, no one can save you."

Now all the people of Rohan know that the real power of the city of Rohan has fallen to the little Grima.

"We still have a chance, as long as you help me..." Eomer got up and said to the Rohan guards: "We kill Grima, I believe the king will cheer up."

"You have been away from Rohan City for too long, and you don't know how powerful Grima is. Rohan City can no longer withstand the torment..." The guard captain shook his head and left with his men.

"You are aiding the evil deeds, you villains who are greedy for life and afraid of death!" Eomer was so angry that he continued to curse at the backs of the escort team.

The gate of Rohan City was closed. Eomer looked at the towering city walls and then at the thick smoke rising from all over the territory of Rohan. A sense of powerlessness filled his heart.

The kingdom's inaction and the people's suffering left the brave and capable general Eomer in a state of confusion.

At this moment, the gates of Rohan City opened again, and a group of well-equipped knights came out.

Eomer recognized these men as soldiers who had fought with him before.

"Can Grima finally take it anymore?" Eomer straightened up his appearance, raised his head and said, "Come on, take off my head and ask for credit from Grima!"

The expected death did not come.

"General Eomer, we hate what Grima has done and want to follow you." the cavalry captain explained.

Then, hundreds of cavalrymen dismounted at the same time, half-knelt in front of Eomer, and pressed their right hands into fists against their chests:

"Follow General Eomer to the death~"

"Follow General Eomer to the death~"

Looking at the people taking the oath, the corners of Iommo's eyes became moist.

He took one last look at the decaying city of Rohan, then drew his sword and shouted: "Since the kingdom will not do anything, then I, Eomer~

I will lead you to defend your home and country until death~"

"Defend Rohan~"

"Defend Rohan~" xn

At this point, a cavalry belonging to the people of Rohan marched towards the burning place of the war.

…

Abel, who has set foot on the territory of Rohan, has also received gray finches from adventurer groups from all over Rohan in the past two days.

The adventurers discovered many orc armies burning, killing and looting in the territory of Rohan.

Abel also conveyed his will through Gray Sparrow: to harass the orc army and gather the refugees.

If it is not necessary, do not fight against the orcs. Prioritize it and preserve the strength of the adventurer team.

During this time of the Rohan riots, Abel had not yet received a distress signal from the King of Rohan or others, and the two parties had not reached a cooperative relationship.

Although Abel also pitied the people of Rohan for their plight, he did not intend to use the interests of the adventurers to become a good person who did not ask for anything in return.

"Gandalf, I plan to go to Rohan City first to meet the King of Rohan." Abel put away the letter and looked at the wizard: "Do you want to come with us?"

"As far as I know, Saruman has extended his claws to Rohan City. King Théoden has been confused by him, and this journey may not be smooth." Gandalf said, looking in the direction of Rohan City in the distance.

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"Maybe." Abel sighed: "My sword is ready to drink blood~"

The wizard was originally ready to persuade Abel to calm down, but when he saw the flames of war burning in the distance, he finally closed his mouth and said nothing.

In this special period, someone really needs to stand up.

"Hand out the flag and gather the refugees~"

Abel said to the Elf adventurer behind him: "Let's go to Rohan City and see what the King of Hussars says~"

…

Boromir, who was hiding behind a rock at the moment, seemed to have an arrow wound on his chest that was inflamed.

He endured the severe pain and used a knife to open up the rotten flesh on his chest.

"Phew, damn the orcs..." Boromir cursed and treated the wound.

He needs rest and medicine now.

However, he saw several Orc squads passing by him not long ago, which made Boromir dare not act rashly.

Just when Boromir was thinking about whether to give it a try and go out to find a way to survive, he heard the sound of horse hooves in his ears.

"Damn it, is he a bandit or an orc..." Boromir lay on the ground and covered himself with an elf cloak to disguise himself.

…

"I wonder where Aragorn and the others are. If we're lucky, maybe we can see them in Rohan..." Gandalf chatted with Abel on the road.

"Shh~" Abel suddenly winked at the wizard and asked him to look at a rock on the side of the road.

The wizard was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Abel waved the team to keep quiet, and he and Gandalf quietly walked behind the rocks.

Boromir felt that there was no movement on the road. To be on the safe side, he continued to hide his head for a while.

"Damn, finally gone..."

After waiting for a long time, Boromir opened his cloak and took a deep breath.

"Your vigilance is as bad as ever, Boromir~" Abel looked at the eldest prince of Gondor with his butt in front of him in a funny way, ignoring his butt.

"Hmm..." Hearing the familiar voice, Boromir turned his head hurriedly and saw the smiling faces of Abel and the wizard.

"Abel, Gandalf, it's great that you are not dead!" Boromir jumped up excitedly and was about to give the two of them a hug.

"Don't, we are not that familiar yet, you will make others misunderstand..." Abel put a hand against the over-enthusiastic Boromir, then pointed to the stab-proof suit he was wearing backwards and said: "What are you doing?

What are you doing, performance art?”

"It's great to see you." Boromir didn't care about Abel's indifference, he said: "Piping and Merry were captured by the orcs, and Aragorn and the others have followed to rescue them.

I feel that Aragorn and the others may not be the match for those powerful orcs, please hurry up and help them..."

Because he was too excited, Boromir's old injury recurred again, and he slowly fell down clutching his chest.

"You are injured..." Gandalf quickly helped Boromir and let him lie flat on the ground.

After checking the opponent's wounds, Gandalf's hand slowly lit up with white light.

Under the nourishment of white light, the injury on Boromir's chest began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. His pale face gradually turned rosy.

"I feel much better. Go and save Pi Ping and Merry." After the treatment, Boromir sat up and urged the two of them again.

"I just treated your trauma. If you want to get better, you still need to recover slowly for a while." Gandalf said: "As for Pi Ping and Merry, they will be fine..."