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Chapter 303 If you are Gandalf, then who is that person on the Lonely Mountain?
After becoming the city of the dead, Minas Tirith is always full of depression.

Part of this depression comes from the countless living dead and ghosts, and the other part is the endless rain.

Rainy and gloomy is the eternal weather of this city, which can almost be called the city of the dead.

Raindrops fell vertically from the lead-gray sky, hitting the gloomy buildings, making a crackling sound, as if tolling the death knell.

Here, there is no sun and it is humid all year round, so the bones will rot especially quickly.

Therefore, the ground is always sticky, and no one knows what kind of dead body's biomass it comes from.

Walking in the chaotic and disorderly shantytown again, he dealt with several groups of cultists and gang members who had ill intentions towards him.

Zhuang Boshi was even more puzzled by these living people who seemed to be constantly refreshing.

Theoretically, living people should have become extinct in this place long ago. There is no sunlight, no soil, no clean water, and nothing that people need to survive.

They are slaughtered at will as food and sacrifice, and the amount consumed every day certainly cannot keep up with the amount produced by living people.

But there are still many living people.

I really can't understand it.

Hackett led Zhuang Boshi and Zhao Yingkong through the alleys skillfully.

"You mean, when you were a child, you met a disabled old man who taught you some magic and helped you solve your confusion?" Zhuang Boshi said, pinching his chin.

What kind of portable grandfather's script is this? This is Lord of the Rings, not Battle Through the Heavens or Coiled Dragon.

"Yes, my lord." Hackett no longer had any trace of rebelliousness, but was very respectful and obedient.

It seems that he is really Huck's offspring, and this face-changing skill is definitely inherited from his ancestors.

At first, Hackett called himself the Three-Eyed God, which gave Zhuang Boshi goosebumps. So he let him call himself the Savior according to the prophecy.

So, the title became "adult".

“If he hadn’t enlightened me, guided me, and taught me, I might still be in that evil sect, unable to understand the greater good of being a human being.” Hackett clenched his fists, fire flashing in his eyes.

"So, where is he?" asked Zhuang Boshi.

Hackett suddenly stopped, an expression of uncontrollable fear on his face.

He pointed to the highest peak in Gondor, the throne place called the Rising Coffin.

"There, he was captured by the minions of the Corpse King."

"I originally wanted to use myself as bait to provoke a fight between the sect and the Corpse King, disrupt the situation, and rescue him."

"Wait." Zhuang Boshi frowned, "You mean he was controlled by the Corpse King?"

"Yes, just recently." Hackett nodded.

"But why was he captured by the Corpse King recently? According to you, he should have survived in the City of the Dead for several years."

"The prophecy about the Lord of the Rings has been circulating in the City of the Dead for so many years, and even the Lonely Mountain in the north has heard of it."

"Hasn't anyone paid attention to him and valued him?"

This is too much of a coincidence.

"When I met him, he was already seriously injured and unable to move. He even forgot his own name."

"But he asked me to compile that prophecy and spread it."

"In Gondor, the dead are rampant, and the living are just slaves and food. However, there are some things that they must rely on the living to complete."

"During this time, I continued to spread the prophecy. At first, I was also afraid that the monsters would target me."

"But strangely, for a few years, the Corpse King didn't seem to care about all this, until about twenty days ago."

Hackett said in a low voice, "Just over twenty days ago, he told me that the savior was about to arrive, and he had to complete his mission and retrieve the treasure."

"But the Corpse King seemed to have noticed something and captured him directly."

"I wanted to leave the City of the Dead, but was captured by that traitor."

Wasn’t it more than twenty days ago that the Nanyan team arrived?

Zhuang Boshi looked up at the sky.

The Lord God sent the Reincarnation Team to intervene in this terminally ill world. Whether it was a predetermined plan or a temporary arrangement, it obviously put a lot of pressure on the Evil God.

Just as Nan Yan arrived, the long-standing peaceful situation was completely broken, and the evil gods, demons, and their followers all started to move.

Various foreshadowings emerge one after another, just as the plot begins to unfold when the protagonist appears.

It seems like an ordinary mission, but its core is actually the world's will's call for help, the coming of the Lord God, and the counterattack of the evil god.

After the three of them arrived at a dilapidated rooftop, Hartt pointed to the dome on the mountaintop and said, "There are generally no criminals in Gondor. Most living people who commit crimes will be eaten on the spot by the living dead or the ghosts."

"But there is one exception: Aragorn's men. For various reasons, some of Aragorn's followers stayed behind and did not follow the dwarves and elves north. They lurked in Gondor, hoping to reawaken Aragorn."

"Unfortunately, they all failed in the end. The one sitting on the throne is just a monster, and Aragorn died long ago." Hackett said in a complicated tone.

Zhuang Boshi nodded: "I'm afraid that's the case. He's just a monster in the shell of Aragorn."

"It's a shame that so many people still had hope for that shell."

Hackett laughed low, and the sound dissipated in the humid air of the City of the Dead like broken verses.

"Those who survived would be imprisoned in that spire, their souls being absorbed day and night by the dead, until they were reduced to empty shells. This process often took a long time."

"Many of them were once heroes of the coalition. Even Arwen Undómiel, Aragorn's wife, was imprisoned there, tormented by the spirits of the dead every day."

"Those bastards cut off her hands and feet and hung her from a flagpole on a steeple, where vultures and rats ate her."

"She was alive throughout the entire process. Her wails filled the cell from morning till night, and her cries of pain echoed throughout half of Gondor. This process lasted for a full six months."

"But even until her death, she kept muttering Aragorn's name, trying to wake Aragorn up."

"Every day, the corpse king would come before Arwen, using Aragorn's face to admire her despair and pain."

"Every day, without fail, until she died."

Hackett's voice trailed off.

"So, the laurel tree on the mountaintop, which witnessed their love, has completely withered since Arwen's death."

"I saw it, I heard it, and I wanted to save her, but I couldn't."

Arwen, daughter of Elderron, an Elf princess who gave up her immortality for Aragorn.

"It's not your fault." Zhuang Boshi felt a little blocked in his heart, and in the end he could only curse in a low voice.

"Damn Chaos bastard!"

What Chaos is best at is twisting, tearing apart, and trampling underfoot everything that humans cherish.

They may even ask you to cut off your eyelids so that you can witness the process with your own eyes and be unable to do anything.

Zhuang Bosch looked towards the pointed-roof cell, which was less than a hundred meters away from Aragon's throne.

Although the path has changed, the result remains the same. You still have to venture into the dangerous lair of Aragorn, the Undead King.

The rain is getting heavier today.

Thirty-six sentry posts.

Seventy-two magic traps.

And a hundred thousand addicted souls.

It is no exaggeration to say that this place is a den of dragons and tigers.

Zhuang Boshi appeared in mid-air, gazing at the night scene below, and calmly rubbed the chin of the kitten hanging on his chest with the index fingers of both hands.

The slight friction made the kitten feel very comfortable and it closed its eyes comfortably.

"How is it, did you find it?" The little kitten purred.

The Eye of Horus on Zhuang Boshi's forehead emitted a faint fluorescent light, which had enveloped the entire Gondor Palace.

"In some places, the power of Chaos is too strong to see clearly, but what Hackett said about the old man being in that spire is true."

A whistling cold wind blew across the night sky. Tonight was different from the past and seemed to be even colder.

Below, there were many spires stacked together eerily, and not far away was a tall building that seemed to have once been a meeting hall.

It is now dilapidated, but that does not prevent Zhuang Boshi from glimpsing its former glory from a few details.

Several shadowy figures flashed through the tall building. This was not an illusion of haunting, but the lair of the dead.

Ghosts rushed out of the room, some floated in the air, and some wandered aimlessly.

In their lifetime, they were either the loyal and brave army of Aragorn or the heroic soldiers of Gondor, but now they are all dead souls who harbor extreme malice towards the living.

No wonder even the living dead are unwilling to approach this place. It is truly a deadly place among deadly places.

This is what Gondor looks like now, even more gloomy than the Misty Mountains, cramped, narrow, and dirty.
In fact, the density of ghosts in Gondor should be thousands of times that of the Misty Mountains.

"Do we need to wait any longer?" the kitten asked softly.

Zhuang Boshi didn't say anything, breathing calmly, but his fingers rubbed the cat's chin faster and faster.

"You hurt me." Zhao Yingkong patted Zhuang Boshi's hand with her pink little paws.

"Sorry, I'm used to it." Zhuang Boshi reluctantly withdrew his hand.

No wonder people always like to pet cats and dogs to relieve stress when they are under a lot of pressure.

"I was just looking for Aragorn, the Dead King." He said a little puzzled.

"But he was nowhere to be found, neither in the palace above nor in the tomb below."

"In theory, he shouldn't hide, and he should even strengthen the security of the entire city, but look—" Zhuang Boshi pointed down.

“Still very lax.”

Now it is clear, the evil gods all know that the reincarnation of the Lord God has arrived, it is impossible that they did not inform Aragorn.

"Forget it, let's fight quickly."

Something like a water curtain hit Zhuang Boshi.

In the blink of an eye, he became the same as the "natives" below, a ghost, emitting the breath of death, coldness and malice.

This is one aspect in which his transformation has an advantage over Zhao Yingkong's.

Zhao Yingkong can only transform into a living creature at present, and cannot transform into a ghost.

Zhuang Boshi's transformations have no limits.

The old man's eyes were dim, and he saw through the hair with difficulty that the zombie in front of him put down a bowl of food and walked out in a deep and shallow manner.

He had no lips, and his face was marred by countless punctures, making it difficult to look directly at him.

His upper body was naked, with chains buried deep in his flesh at his wrists, extending all the way to his waist. He looked weird and scary.

"You still won't tell me?"

In the room where green candles were burning, a woman asked this question.

She has a pretty face, and the features of the living dead are not obvious on her body. In her hand, she holds a strange long whip made of carefully polished human bones.

The old man said nothing, with his head hung low, as if he were already dead.

The woman whipped the whip indifferently, but she didn't hit the old man, but a short ghost beside him.

Snapped!
The short ghost screamed miserably and rolled on the ground.

A pathetic, weak hobbit ghost.

The whip kept falling, and the short ghost became more and more illusory.

"Please let me go. I don't remember anything. I really don't remember anything."

The wailing became quieter and quieter, and the woman finally stopped whipping.

"Although His Majesty the Corpse King didn't order me to find the One Ring within a certain time limit, I don't want to waste my time with stinking living beings like you."

"Tell me now, or I'll kill him. Don't forget who caused him to become what he is now."

The short ghost lay on the ground and begged, "Wizard, you have my body, and the ring is on my body."

"But I regret it. Please give the ring back to me. Please give it back to me."

The last sentence was spoken with a hoarse voice, his face was ferocious and full of resentment, just like a real evil ghost.

As if sensing his own resentment, he immediately lay back down: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be like this, but I can't control it."

"Please spare me, please spare me."

The old man slowly raised his head and looked at the short ghost with sad eyes. He opened his dry lips and said, "Bilbo Bilbo, I'm sorry."

Bilbo looked up in confusion: "Bilbo, who is that?"

"who am I?"

The old man closed his eyes as he looked at his old friend whose soul was being desecrated and tortured, and he couldn't bear it.

The woman said coldly, "His spirit can't hold on for much longer. You have one last chance."

The old man said sadly: "Eowyn, why did you become like this? The evil god twisted your mind. You shouldn't-"

Snapped!
The whip hit the old man's face, causing his mouth to bleed.

"It's disrespectful to God." The woman said coldly.

"To His Majesty the Corpse King, that ring is of no importance."

"If you don't want to talk, then go die."

Just then, a flash of fire appeared.

Before "Eowyn" could turn around, she felt a scorching flame instantly crawling all over her body from behind.

Without even a last word, she turned into ashes.

The old man raised his head with difficulty, only to see that the zombie who had delivered the meal had faded away like a layer of water curtain, and turned into a tall and handsome man.

"Your conversation didn't reveal much information," the man said somewhat dissatisfiedly. "I thought I'd hear some secrets, but it seems like it's better to just ask directly."

Zhuang Boshi felt that his hiding was meaningless. Why did the guards kill the prisoners just because of a disagreement?

He looked at the tortured old man who looked like a monster and asked, "Who on earth asked you to spread the prophecy about the Lord of the Rings?"

"And where is the Ring?"

The old man looked at him deeply and said hoarsely, "Who are you?"

"Are those the monsters that appeared to deceive my trust?"

Zhuang Boshi walked forward helplessly, activated the reversal technique, and quickly healed the old man's wounds.

He even cleared up a lot of old injuries.

But to Zhuang Boshi's surprise, the old man's soul was incomplete, as if it had been severely damaged by something.

"Those who want to deceive you will not do this." Zhuang Boshi said.

"I just heard it all. You should be the only one in the world who knows where the ring is hidden."

The old man was very surprised. He knew his physical condition and that he had suffered a terrible curse. He was afraid that only Vera could save him, but the man in front of him did it easily.

He suddenly thought of the prophecy that Sauron made in the final battle.

"You are the saviors!" the old man said excitedly, "You are finally back. I knew it, I knew it!"

"Is Zheng Zha here?"

Zheng Zha, he actually knew Zheng Zha!

Zhuang Boshi's mind flashed with inspiration, and he already had a guess in his mind. He looked at the old man's overly old face and asked, "May I ask, who are you?"

"I..." The old man seemed to be recalling something, and after a while he whispered, "I have been trapped in Minas Tirith for more than ten years. I once thought that I would never have the chance to say my name again."

"My name used to be"

Gandalf

really!

The shoe in Zhuang Boshi's heart finally dropped. Bilbo's best friend, knowledgeable about the One Ring, and knowledgeable about secret history made it obvious that he was Gandalf.

However, if this old man is Gandalf.

Then, who is that white-robed wizard who is still presiding over the aftermath of the Lonely Mountain? !
(End of this chapter)