legend begins with lord of the rings

Chapter 220: Rohan City, countering the rebellion

After taking a look at the glowing green orb on Abel's wrist, Saruman withdrew his magic power.

"Galadriel actually gave it to you. It seems that she thinks highly of you." Saruman's voice came from Théoden's mouth: "What are you going to do next? Kill me?"

"In order to drive me away, are you willing to bear the charge of regicide?" Théoden said confidently.

Saruman has taken over Théoden's body. Even if Théoden dies now, Saruman will only lose a little magic power, which can be recovered after a year and a half of rest.

"Really, guess where Gandalf is now?" Abel said with a half-smile.

Saruman was lost in thought.

"Want me to give you a hint?" Abel continued: "The Enchanted Forest... Essinger... the Wizard's Tower... and the Tree People..."

Finally hearing that Gandalf went to the Wizard's Tower with the tree people, Saruman became anxious. However, his tone remained calm: "Gandalf the Gray Robe Wizard, so what if he goes to Isengard.

He will never be my opponent!"

"You're right, the gray-robed wizard is no match for you, but what about the white-robed wizard Gandalf?" Abel said unhurriedly.

"Impossible, there has been no new white-robed wizard in Middle-earth for two eras. You are lying..." Saruman said uncertainly.

"Believe it or not, but I bet you will figure it out before I cut it with my knife..." The black sword of Isildur in Abel's hand slowly pierced King Theoden's neck.

Dark brown blood slowly flowed down the blade, and a trace of panic finally appeared in Saruman's eyes.

"You are regicide, you deserve death." Upon seeing this, Grima shouted to the Rohan City Guards who were also surprised: "What are you doing standing still? They want to kill the king. Kill them quickly!"

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"Shut up~" Jin Pei struck Grema on the thigh with an axe, and while the other party was screaming, he stuffed a sock into his mouth.

Grima, the Grand Master of Rohan at the time of his glory, could only scream "woo woo" at this moment.

"Everyone, don't move. I guarantee in the name of the Great Prince of Gondor that Abel will never harm Rohan~" Boromir spoke up in time to comfort the Rohan guards in the hall.

The guards also saw Saruman's methods and knew that the king was controlled by the other party.

After some discussion, the captain of the Rohan guard also spoke up to stop his men.

"Why, do you still want to bet?" Abel withdrew his dagger and stabbed the opponent in the chest.

Although Saruman will not die, he can still feel the pain Theoden suffered.

"No~"xn

Amid the exclamations of the ministers and guards, the dagger in Abel's hand stopped outside Théoden's heart.

"Ha, let's see..."

Abel turned to look at the translucent Saruman not far away and said, "You are not afraid of anything."

As Saruman left, King Théoden fainted, but the black aura on his face and the deathly aura on his body disappeared completely.

Even his old face looks much younger.

"You deserve to die~" the translucent soul of Saruman roared angrily and stretched out his hand to Abel.

A burst of pressure appeared on Abel, trying to push him down.

"It's useless, not to mention you don't have a magic wand." Abel stood there without moving, his expression was very relaxed.

Seeing that his magic power could not directly affect Abel, Saruman waved his hand, and all the weapons in the hands of the guards in the hall flew up.

"Death~"

As Saruman roared, countless blades flew towards Abel.

Abel still stopped where he was. If it weren't for the mocking expression on his face, everyone would have thought he was frightened.

"Crash..."

The moment the blade landed, Abel quickly rushed towards the proud Saruman, leaving behind a series of afterimages along the way.

The two passed by each other, and Abel slowly put away the Sword of Isildur in his hand.

"Adventurer Abel...I remember you..." A crack appeared on the translucent Saruman's neck.

After a while, Saruman turned into black smoke and disappeared into the hall.

"Is it over?" Jin Pei looked at Saruman who disappeared and said, "You defeated the white-robed wizard Saruman. No human has ever been able to defeat the wizard."

"Okay, it's okay." Abel said to the ministers in the palace: "A steward will come out and carry your king down to rest. I believe he will wake up tomorrow..."

Abel's words seemed to turn on a switch, and the ministers "woke up" one after another.

Some people cheered that the catastrophe was over, while others were shocked by Abel's strength.

In the end, the ministers unanimously decided to let General Eomer return to the embrace of Rohan. They also left all the matters of receiving the adventurers and handling the funeral affairs to him.

After Eomer consulted Abel, he temporarily took control of Rohan.

He first asked the guards to send the king to the back hall to rest, and then sent a large number of troops to gather men in the land of Rohan.

In the end, the ministers had differences on how to deal with Grima. Some of them were afraid of Saruman's revenge and wanted to let Grima go.

"What to do with this man?" Eomer came to Abel and asked.

"Whatever you want to do with it, consider him a gift from me to join the adventurers." Abel said nonchalantly.

Although it seemed that Eomer was in charge of the affairs in the great hall, in fact it was already Abel's house.

With Abel's permission, Eomer came to Grima and took out the smelly socks from the other person's mouth: "What else do you have to say?"

Eomer placed the sword on Grima's neck, seemingly intending to execute him on the spot.

"Do you think you have won? Saruman will not let you go." Grima said frantically: "You should thank me. It was Saruman and I who fought against each other to save the city of Rohan and prevent it from being destroyed.

Destroyed by the orcs. You can't kill me..."

"You fart, you traitor. For your own selfish interests, you disregard the safety of the country..." Eomer said angrily: "Moreover, you used your rights to peek at my sister's beauty. You deserve death!"

The more Eomer spoke, the angrier he became, and he swung the sword at Grima's neck.

"Ding~"

Aragorn blocked Eomer's sword with his dagger in time: "Let him go. The king is awake, and we shouldn't cause more killings."

"But..." Eomer did not hack Grima to death, but was still unwilling to do so.

"Nothing but, now is not the time to care about personal hatred. Our enemy is Saruman's coming army..." Aragorn said.

"You heard me!" Seeing someone protecting her, Grima immediately said arrogantly: "Let me go quickly. If anything happens to me, my master Saruman will definitely not let you go..."

"Pfft~"

Before Glima could continue to be rampant, a sword appeared in Abel's hand and chopped off Glima's head with one blow.

Grima's head rolled to Aragorn's feet, with an unbelievable look of fear on her face.

"You shouldn't kill him, he is no longer a threat to us." Aragorn said unbearably. Aragorn is still too young to kill decisively.

"Why repay kindness with evil?" Abel shook his head.