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Chapter 165 Saruman (12)

The sky was gray and thick clouds covered the distant mountains.

The sun cannot penetrate the clouds and reach the earth.

The wind was howling and it seemed that a storm was coming.

On the high tower of Isengard, Saruman, dressed in a white robe, stood on the top of the tower, gazing into the distance with an expressionless face.

A disheveled grey-robed wizard was trapped in a cage made of sharp blades.

It was Gandalf who noticed the unusual movements of the Ringwraiths, worried that the dark forces would make a comeback, and wanted to gather the forces of light.

But strange things happened in Rivendell, and Lothlorien suddenly closed himself off.

Gandalf was unable to ask Elrond and Galadriel for help, so he had to come to Isengard alone.

But he didn't expect that Saruman, his friend of thousands of years, would suddenly attack him and imprison him here.

"Gandalf, my friend."

"Why are you still unwilling to submit to my vision and join my great cause?"

The gray-robed wizard's power was restrained, he was extremely weak, and he was in the enemy's home turf, so he had no way to escape.

Gandalf may not have imagined that he would enjoy the privilege of a private room in the Isengard prison decades in advance.

But today, there was obviously no giant eagle to help him.

"Saruman, why?" Gandalf looked at his colleague who had been with him for thousands of years in great confusion.

In his impression, Saruman certainly has shortcomings such as stubbornness, nagging, arrogance, conceit, and jealousy.

But as a Maia, he has always been one of the highest supporters of the light forces in Middle-earth.

Over the past millennia, it has made great contributions in fighting against the forces of darkness.

Moreover, it is not the Second Age now. Morgoth is dead, and Sauron has been completely defeated and can only stir up trouble in the dark.

Although the mighty dark demon army is still powerful, it can only occupy the Misty Mountains and the extreme north of the continent.

Nothing can resist the will of the Valar, nothing can reverse the music of the Ainu.

"Gandalf, the power of light is fading. The eyes of the Valar are no longer upon this land. The rise of Chaos is the only outcome!"

"Even Sauron pledged his loyalty to the new master!"

"Don't you see? They have arrived!" The white-robed wizard stood on the top of the wizard tower, waving his arms excitedly.

The new master of chaos
Gandalf didn't understand what Saruman was saying, he just felt sad and upset.

Because his old friend, the most knowledgeable and powerful wise man, has an immortal life spanning several eras and is a white-robed wizard who is one of the most powerful Maia in Middle-earth.

At this moment, he seems like a delirious and delusional person.

He was actually talking excitedly to the empty space, as if Gandalf was standing there.

"That is impossible, Saruman, my friend," Gandalf said sincerely.

"The future is set. The music of the Ainu will continue to play according to the will of the great Ilúvatar. There has never been another master—"

In this world, the Valar are the masters, and Ilúvatar is the master of the masters, with the power to shape the world at will.

Once upon a time, the Emperor of the Númenor Empire, Ar Pharazon, came to Middle-earth. He led his army to Mordor and forced Sauron to surrender to him.

Ar-Pharazon captured Sauron and brought him back to Númenor.

It took Sauron three years to corrupt Ar-Pharazon and make him his closest royal advisor.

At the instigation of Sauron, Ar Pharazon launched an expedition to Valinor in 3319.

This arrogant and rebellious act angered Ilúvatar, who reshaped Arda from a flat world into a spherical world, moved Aman out of Arda, and sank Númenor to the bottom of the sea.

This is the creative power of Ilúvatar.

Whether it was Morgoth or Sauron, they were just special "flat notes" that He deliberately retained to make the grand music more touching.

If He wants, He can reshape the entire world at any time and erase any Valar.

"Foolish, Gandalf!" Saruman was extremely dissatisfied and screamed: "You are too shortsighted to realize what changes are happening in the world!"

"Your eyes are only fixed on the ants beneath your feet, and you forget to look up at the heavens. That is the will of the true God!"

At this moment, Saruman was like a madman talking nonsense.

"You are mad, Saruman." Gandalf sighed, and he could only feel sincere sadness.

"No, I am more awake than ever!" Saruman turned his head suddenly, a strange blue light flashing in his eyes.

"And I see it! Gandalf, I see it!"

His face was twisted with excitement: "I saw the entire Ainu movement!!"

"I saw that the Sons of Durin would retake the Lonely Mountain, and the dragon would be slain with a black arrow!"

"I foresee that in a few decades, Sauron will make a comeback and unleash chaos unseen in a thousand years!"

"I see Aragorn, the thirty-ninth direct descendant of Isildur, will once again ascend the throne of Gondor and Arnor!"

"I also saw the Lord of the Rings thrown into Mount Doom by two hobbits, and Sauron was completely killed!"

Saruman's expression became more and more distorted, and his facial features kept moving around, as if he was about to break away from his human form.

"I also saw that Isengard was attacked by a group of tree people." Saruman's voice suddenly lowered, and his tone was no longer fanatical, but carried an indescribable coldness and viciousness.

"My end, it seems, is death in this wizard tower."

"And it was you, Gandalf, who killed me."

Gandalf suddenly felt a chill he had never felt before.

He laughed dryly twice: "How could that be, Saruman, we are friends, aren't we?" "As long as you are willing to let me go, I believe our friendship will continue for the next thousand years."

Saruman did not answer directly, but said slowly: "A thousand years of friendship."

“It’s really touching.”

"So, Gandalf, do you want to know your own end?"

Saruman gripped the magnificent staff tightly in his hand and said with great hatred: "How will you meet your end?"

"Whether he died under the claws of the dragon, the head of all evil, or had his head chopped off by a fiery demon, or had his chest pierced by the sword of the Witch-king of Angmar in the White City."

"If my death can bring you back to your senses, I would rather die under your staff, Saruman."

Gandalf looked at Saruman calmly: "You shouldn't do this."

"Is this your last words?" Saruman became more and more hateful as he spoke, and an inexplicable evil became heavier and heavier in him.

"Ever-welcome, best friend of giant eagles, elves, dwarves, humans, and even other intelligent creatures, wise Mithrandir?"

"Why don't you dare to answer me directly!"

The last roar was like a hundred people questioning Gandalf at the same time, making Gandalf feel dizzy.

Gandalf still wanted to communicate with his old friend, but just as he was about to speak.

An unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly grew in his heart.

He suddenly looked towards Aman and felt that something in his soul was lost forever.

But at the same time, he also gained something.

No. It won't happen.
At this moment, his Maia's identity suddenly awakened, and in his eyes, he saw a scene that was completely different from before.

The entire Isengard seemed to have been decayed for thousands of years and had become dilapidated.

Saruman, who was still roaring ferociously, had a face that was constantly distorted and his white robe was constantly cracking, looking more and more like some inhuman being.

Something evil is about to be born from this Vera's body!

Gandalf suppressed his fear and shouted, "None of this is right, Saruman. This is not you!"

"Wake up and don't let them control you!"

"You are the most learned and wisest!"

But Saruman screamed, "No, you understand nothing!"

"As long as you look at them like I do, you will be able to achieve a fundamental leap and become a being as great as the Valar!"

"Impossible! Saruman, you have to stick to yourself!" Gandalf was still shouting weakly, trying to call back the soul of his old friend.

But as Saruman looked up at the dome.

A huge force from outside the world suddenly surged towards Isengard.

The power fell from the highest place, and a blue light emanated from Saruman's eyes.

The two arms seemed to grow blue feathers and turned into blue wings.

But Saruman did not feel the change in himself at all, he just felt sincerely moved and happy.

Because darkness takes over the light, making the two colors indistinguishable from each other.

Isn’t the ultimate outcome of birth the great chaos?
Gandalf felt as if his soul had been severely struck by just one glance at that strange appearance.

Countless mutterings flooded into his mind, making him wail uncontrollably.

Even so, Gandalf raised his head with great difficulty and said incoherently: "Saruman. Wake up."

"What are you talking about, Gandalf? Look at me, I am so beautiful, isn't it more charming than that white robe?"

Saruman spread his wings and let out a joyful, wicked laugh like a bird's song. "What a pity! You are not lucky enough to be favored by Chaos, nor to be noticed by the Lord of Change, you useless grey-robed fool!"

He felt genuine joy and genuine satisfaction.

Countless forbidden knowledge seemed to be within easy reach, and the vast continent held no secrets in his eyes.

He stretched out his sharp claws and grabbed the poor Maya in front of him.

"Let me free you and not bind you with this mortal shell."

"Let me devour you, and don't let unnecessary persistence bother you."

"Get away! Demon!" Faced with such a desperate situation, Gandalf let out a deafening roar.

With the blessing of the remaining will of some world, the Fire Ring Naya in Gandalf's hand burst into dazzling brilliance.

A ray of light representing light directly hit Saruman, who was still feeling proud.

The power of light tore off his wings and claws, revealing the true appearance of Saruman in the white robe.

But at this moment, Saruman seemed to have just woken up from a nightmare, and he showed an extremely frightened and nervous expression.

He looked at Gandalf with his cloudy eyes and couldn't stop screaming, "Go! Gandalf, go!"

"The Valar have failed, Ilúvatar is lost."

"They are coming, coming, stop them quickly, only the Advent Ones can stop them!"

boom--

The staff in Saruman's hand burst out with the last bit of light, breaking Gandalf's cage.

Gandalf inevitably fell from the sky.

In Gandalf's last remaining vision, he saw blue feathers growing on Saruman's body again, and then a sharp sound like a bird's cry came out.

(End of this chapter)