The old driver of the infinite world

Chapter 395 I Want You, Kneel Down!
It was still late at night, and Aragorn was fast asleep in one of the tents of Rohan's army, but his previous experience as a ranger wandering the mainland allowed him to remain quite vigilant while sleeping.

The difference from the original plot is that the Middle-earth World of this plane has the reincarnation team involved, and the Zhongzhou team is from the beginning to the end, and there is no need for others to worry about it.

Therefore, Aragorn, who was originally the protagonist, also became a supporting role, paddling behind the Zhongzhou team and shouting for cheers, but the feeling of lying and winning is far more wonderful than imagined. Don't worry about the sky falling, anyway, someone will carry it!

But as the blood of Isildur, the future king of the Gondor Kingdom and the protagonist of destiny in Middle-earth, he is destined to shoulder the mission of fighting against Mordor.

But the current Aragon is still a little bit short, so someone will give him what he lacks.

At this moment, when Aragorn turned over, a bright dagger was carefully attached to his neck, but he himself seemed unaware of it, and continued to immerse himself in a comfortable sleep.

But the owner of the dagger was displeased with Aragorn's attitude, and he traveled thousands of miles to deliver equipment for him, but he actually fell asleep here, really unreasonable!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Immediately, the hilt of the sword slammed his chest hard.

And the sudden stinging pain instantly awakened Aragorn, but before he could react, a sharp blade directly touched his throat.

I only heard a black-robed man softly and slowly, and said jokingly: "What's the matter? A ranger is so defenseless against a potential crisis?"

As soon as Aragorn heard the voice, he knew who was coming, and he could only smile wryly at this longing lover: "Arwen, you know, I will never be wary of you."

How else could he be an expert at flirting with elves!In a word, Arwen's heart was full of joy, and he forgot the fatigue of the journey and the little emotions just now.

I saw her take off her hood slowly, revealing a weather-stained face, but even so, it was hard to hide her overwhelmed appearance. The exhaustion of several days of driving and horses made her a little haggard, but it was even more distressing and pitiful.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that those eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts are still bright. This is the ability inherited from her grandmother Galadriel, and sometimes she can even vaguely foresee the future.

After taking a deep breath, Arwen said in a deep voice: "There is one thing I must tell you, you go to the battlefield, not to win, I saw some future in the blur, the doomsday volcano erupted, the cloud blocked the sun, and the darkness came , the shadow of Mordor, the spread of disaster, the fall of Middle-earth, these are all things that are about to happen, and our chances are slim, Aragorn."

"If this is the fate of Middle-earth, I choose to bear it together." Aragorn stood up, walked slowly in front of Arwen, and said slowly: "But you are different, you can avoid all this, at this moment, you Should be on the ferry out west."

"I chose the same fate as you. I would rather spend this short life with you than be alone in the endless eternity." Arwen looked at Aragorn with watery eyes, stroking the lock hanging on his chest. Twilight Star, the love token, said softly: "It is my heart."

The next moment, the two stared at each other affectionately, and kissed together for the last time.

The road ahead is destined to be difficult, and it is also doomed to overcome obstacles.

Afterwards, Arwen continued: "My father, grandmother, and King Thranduil went to the front line with the orthodox elves who remained in Middle-earth, but even so, we are still outnumbered. We need more troops. Aragorn."

Aragorn shook his head, sighed and said, "It's gone."

Arwen looked at him closely, hesitated and said: "...Maybe, those who live in the mountains... those who died can."

"Those people in the mountains are all traitors!" Aragorn's eyes widened when he remembered the past, and his words could not help being a little eager, "Can you expect to call them to fight? They have no faith, and they will not obey anyone's orders. "

"But they will obey the King of Gondor!"

After finishing speaking, Arwen took out the long sword hidden under the black robe, handed it to Aragorn with both hands, and said in a deep voice: "The broken sword is recast, the king returns, there is no choice but victory, who can control the power of this sword , will be able to summon the terrible army hidden in the mountains for thousands of years to serve him. It is time to abandon the identity of the vagrant, restore the glory of Isildur, and accept the inherent mission. This is your destiny, Aragorn, I want to wear it The crown must bear its weight!"

Aragorn stared blankly at the reforged holy sword, took it subconsciously, drew the sword out of its sheath, the sword trembled slightly, and shone coldly.

"If this is the choice of fate, then I will go to him. By the way, what is the name of the reforged sword?"

Arwen smiled and said, "I think you will give it a nice name."

Holding the sword in both hands, Aragorn said seriously: "From now on, this sword is called Anduriel, Flame of the West!"

On the other side, Wang Jue and his party arrived at the Gate of the Dead long before Arwen came to Rohan's camp.

The place where the dead stayed for thousands of years in the mountains has become a ghostly hell, cold and gloomy, silent and terrifying.

But Wang Jue and his party are all accomplished in practice, not to mention they have mastered the unique skill of arresting spirits and dispatching generals to conquer the souls of the dead.

What's more, in the world of "A Chinese Ghost Story", the door of ghosts is wide open, and all ghosts have experienced it. This kind of small scene is completely a piece of cake.

After Wang Jue took a deep breath of the cigarette, he put away the pipe, and handed a picture of the gossip array made of silk to Luo Yinglong, "This is the secret technique of my Shangqing Maoshan School. The array and gossip furnaces have a lot in common, now I will pass on the formula to you."

After Luo Yinglong took the formation map and memorized the formulas, he suddenly asked in doubt: "Aren't you a member of the Bodhi sect? How come you have something to do with Shangqing Maoshan again?"

Wang Jue said: "Okay, don't care about these details, hurry up and set up the formation!"

Luo Yinglong nodded, then flew into the clouds, threw down the Xiantian Eight Diagrams array, and then silently recited the formula with both hands.

There was a flash of brilliance in that array, and it began to expand rapidly until it completely included this place and isolated the town.

Afterwards, Luo Yinglong's main team came out to meet him, while Wang Jue led Zhao Yingkong and Qi Tengyi into the Gate of the Dead.

Stepping here is like entering the underworld, where life and death are separated.

Wang Jue walked in the front with a calm face, and Qi Tengyi called Xiaoqian and the others to accompany him just in case, just in case.

And Zhao Yingkong clenched the short sword but was evil, ready to draw the sword out of its sheath at any time.

To be honest, using Quexie to deal with these ghosts is a bit overkill. This is much more domineering than Juling dispatching generals, stabbing everyone to death.
The surroundings are dark and gloomy, and even if you don't open your eyes, you can see the ghosts raging around. A few daring undead even conjured up a ghost hand, trying to tease Wang Jue and others, but the next moment, they were caught by a small golden arc, Lie on the ground convulsed by electricity.

At this time, hoarse and mournful voices came from all directions, "Who dares to trespass on my territory?"

A dark green ghost suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, eerie and gloomy, with hidden murderous intentions.

Wang Jue looked at the dead soul in front of him, and said calmly: "So what, it's just a ghost king, much worse than the nine-tailed fox, so how dare you go crazy in front of the Taoist master?"

I saw the nine-tailed fox bowed to Wang Jue, and said with a smile: "The Taoist priest praised it absurdly, but I can't bear it."

The ghostly green ghost looked unhappy, and his tone became even colder, "This is my territory, the road of the dead, and the living are not allowed to set foot."

In the next second, countless undead came from all directions and surrounded the group of people, "Jie Jie, the road ahead is closed, it's time for you to die!"

And when Wang Jue saw so many undead, he suddenly smiled and said: "Now I give you two choices, first, submit to me, and second, fight until you are convinced!"

"We only submit to Isildur, and no one wants to rule us except the King of Gondor!"

After speaking, the ghostly green ghost rushed towards Wang Jue with a sword, trying to split him in half.

At this time, Wang Jue took out the sword of the oath of victory, took the short sword Quxie thrown by Zhao Yingkong, cut off the sharp blade of the ghost shadow with one sword, and then put the long sword on its neck, and raised his left hand high to kill the ghost. Xie, shouted fiercely: "Now, I want you to kneel down!"

The word "kneel down" sounded like a thunderous bell, resounding like a thunderbolt, and instantly resounded through this quiet world.

The dead souls who were too close were the first to be unable to stand Wang Jue's aura and the oppression of Que Xie Tianwei, and even knelt on the ground involuntarily.

Holding the sword, Wang Jue directly used the golden body of the dharma image 'Zhenwu Great Emperor Shaking Demon'. With scarlet eyes staring at all directions, he shouted once again: "Kneel down!"

The oppression of the innate formation, the power of the true martial arts, but the power of the evil sky, the power of the earth immortal, and the power of the king, combined together, can be described as overwhelming. Even Zhao Yingkong and Qi Tengyi beside them were affected, and rose from the bottom of their hearts. The idea of ​​wanting to kneel down, but after opening the gene lock, these can be counteracted.

For a moment, all the dead souls inside the cave fell to their knees, trembling, and the king of the dead in the mountain was even more crushed and prostrate on the ground, unable to raise the slightest thought of resistance.

(End of this chapter)