After leaving the forest, Fang Zheng asked the prince to borrow a place to repair the Lightning, to which the prince naturally agreed. After all, such a behemoth would cause panic if it came close to a village, so the prince placed it

Near a relatively remote valley, Fang Zheng followed the prince and the marshal on horseback to the castle of Rohan to see what happened to the king who was cursed by the wizard.

When the group returned to the castle, it was already evening. The royal city of Rohan was built on a cliff, surrounded by towering and steep mountain walls, and the houses on it were all made of wood. But for some reason, Mr. Founder

This layout feels very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere...

It would be more like a guard with an arrow in his knee.

Soon, a group of people walked into the palace. Because the prince and marshal were leading the way, the soldiers guarding the palace did not stop them, but many people still looked at them in confusion, wearing

The strange costume is square and I can't figure out what's going on.

"Father."

Entering the palace, the prince knelt down on one knee facing the King of Rohan on the throne.

"Saruman has assembled an army of orcs and is about to attack Rohan. We must take action!"

"………………"

However, in the face of the prince's request, the old man sitting on the throne was silent. He looked like a puppet sitting on the throne, his face was pale, and his hair and beard were like withered roots. It seemed that

He was already very old. He just closed his eyes and sat motionless on the throne. If someone who didn't know saw him, they might think he was dead.

"If we don't defend our country, it will be taken away by Saruman!"

At this time, Eikenbrand also hurriedly spoke, but at this moment, a sinister voice sounded from the side.

"lie."

Fang Zheng turned his head and looked curiously, and saw a man with greasy black hair wearing a black robe and a face as pale as a snake walking out from one side of the hall. He stared at the two people and whispered.

"Saruman the White has always been our ally."

"Orcs are rampant in our land! They act wantonly and kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

Now the prince became more and more excited.

"They all bear the mark of Saruman's White Hand, I have proof!"

While shouting, the prince suddenly threw his hand and threw a broken helmet to the ground. On the top of the helmet, there was a white palm mark.

"…………"

However, even though the prince told such an exciting story, the old king remained unmoved. He looked as if he had Alzheimer's disease, leaning back on the chair blankly. The greasy black-haired man approached the old king, and at the same time

He looked at the prince with a contemptuous expression.

"These are just delusions, can't you see? The king is very disappointed in you. When you came here, you did not say hello to him. Instead, you brought a series of baseless accusations...accusing us.

Allies, the great white robe. And..."

After saying this, the greasy black-haired man stared at Fang Zheng with a vicious expression in his eyes.

"And who is this man? Why did you bring him here?"

"Oh, I'm here to treat you."

Facing the question from the greasy black-haired man, Fang Zheng chuckled.

"Because they said the king didn't look well, so I came over to see if I could be of any help."

As he spoke, Fang Zheng stared at the old king sitting on the throne.

"Now it seems that there is really something I can do to help..."

Having said this, Fang Zheng stretched out his right hand, aimed at the old king in front of him, shook it in the air, and then pulled hard!

"!!!"

The next moment, everyone was surprised to see the phantom of an old man with white beard, white hair, and white robes suddenly flying out of the old king's body, floating in the air as if being bound, while the old king's body suddenly

He trembled and stood up from the chair, as if there was some invisible connection between him and the phantom.

"Father!!"

Seeing this scene, the prince was extremely surprised, while the greasy man next to him was even more stunned and speechless.

"Oh, you are Saruman."

Fang Zhengxu held Saruman's shadow and stared at him with a smile, while the latter stared at Fang Zheng with wide eyes.

"Who are you?! Why do you have this kind of power... This kind of power... It's impossible..."

"You don't need to know this, Saruman. In fact, I still think highly of you, but it's a pity that you fell into my hands..."

Having said this, Fang Zheng suddenly clenched his backhand. With a howl, the next moment Saruman's phantom disappeared into ashes, and the old king also yelled and slumped back on the chair again.

"Father!!"

At this time, a blond woman wearing a black robe also rushed out from behind and came to the old king. The prince and the marshal also hurried over. The remaining fully armed soldiers immediately unsheathed their swords and surrounded Fang Zheng.

They got up. They didn't know what happened just now, but they were sure that this man had definitely done something.

At the same time, the greasy black-haired man shouted again.

"He attempted to murder the king, kill him immediately!!"

"Don't even move!!"

However, before the voice of the greasy black-haired man fell, suddenly, a dull roar sounded. At the same time, the prince, marshal and the woman who were originally surrounding the throne all retreated to both sides, but it was different from before.

At this moment, their faces were full of excitement.

As they moved, the old king sitting on the throne appeared in front of everyone again.

But unlike the decrepit look just now, the old king looked full of energy at this moment. His originally messy grass-like hair and beard quietly disappeared, and his hair regained the color of life. The old king moved slowly.

He stared at Fang Zheng and then spoke.

"Did you save me?"

"It takes a little effort, Your Majesty the King."

Facing the old king's inquiry, Fang Zheng chuckled.

"...You saved me, you freed me from the nightmare..."

As he spoke, the old king slowly stood up, and the woman next to him hurriedly helped him. But the old king waved his hand, and then slowly stood up.

"Bring me the sword!!"

After hearing the old king's order, the attendant next to him hurriedly handed over the sword. Looking at the long sword in front of him, the old man stretched out his hand. His arm seemed a little trembling because he had not moved for a long time, but the moment he grasped the hilt of the sword,

, he seemed to have returned to the past, and became a brave warrior again. Then, the old king suddenly drew out his sword, and his eyes that were still a little cloudy slowly turned, staring at the man who had collapsed at the moment.

Man with greasy black hair on the side.

At this moment, the old king's eyes regained their proper look.

"Wow!!!"

The greasy black-haired man was thrown out of the palace and rolled down the steps, while the old king slowly walked out with a long sword in his hand, glaring at him.

"You despicable and shameless snake! Your magic once treated me like a living beast! But now, I want you to pay the price for it!!"

"No, King, please forgive me!"

Facing the angry old king, the greasy black-haired man prayed tremblingly.

"I have always been, I have always been a loyal servant to you!!"

"Shut up!!"

Looking at the greasy black-haired man in front of him, the old king glared at him angrily. This man betrayed his trust. He used poison and witchcraft to make himself lose his mind and became Saruman's stand-in puppet. Although in

While being manipulated by Saruman, the old king was always groggy, but he could still feel everything happening around him. It was like a nightmare that would never wake up, but now, the nightmare is finally over!

Thinking of this, the old king raised his sword high, pointed it at the greasy black-haired man in front of him, and then slashed hard.

"ah-!!!"

With a scream, the greasy black-haired man fell into a pool of blood and became a corpse. The old king also panted and took a few steps back before regaining his balance.

"That's pretty much it."

Fang Zheng clapped his hands and looked at the prince beside him.

"Saruman used his own spirit to control His Majesty the King, but there is no problem now. His spirit was completely destroyed by me. I guess he is rolling on the ground in pain now. As for His Majesty the King...

Your body will definitely not feel better if your time is controlled. If you take a good rest, you will almost be able to recover."

"Thank you so much."

Hearing Fang Zheng's words, the prince was so excited that he didn't know what to say. When he asked Fang Zheng for help, it was just a desperate choice. But what he didn't expect was that this man who looked younger than himself

This man actually possesses such profound magical power. Even Saruman is no match for him... I'm afraid even Gandalf the Gray doesn't have this ability!

"You're welcome, I told you, it's just a matter of effort."

Fang Zheng nodded to the prince.

"Then, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first..."
To be continued...