The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 748 Use my holy sword! Achieve your dream!

"Ah!" Weiss was almost scared to death by Senar who appeared behind him. After all, in the Dark Forest, anyone would be scared to death if someone suddenly appeared behind him.

"You..." Weiss was speechless.

"It's easy to find you! Have you forgotten the mark I left on you?" Senar, whose figure seemed a little illusory, pointed at Weiss's wrist.

"Okay, to make a long story short, I don't have much time!" Senar frowned, the soul fire in his eyes flashed a few times, and the flames on his body became more and more vigorous.

"What are you doing..." Weiss then realized that the flames burning on Senar's body were soul fires, which was obviously the sign of a sacrifice skill being activated.

"It doesn't matter. I should have been buried in the dust of history and shouldn't have lived on this land!" Senar shook his head with some sigh.

"I've done too many wrong things in my life..."

"The Ring has bewitched my mind and corrupted me!"

"I missed too much and made too many mistakes!" said Senar sadly.

"It's okay, you already know you were wrong and have repented, no one can force the responsibility on you." Vess looked at Sernar and said, no one can force the responsibility for the fall of the ring on them, after all, they were also victims, the real culprit was Sauron, not these Ringwraiths who were like tools.

"It's too late! My hands are stained with the blood of innocent people... The Holy Sword guards the unarmed people, but I pointed it at civilians... I am guilty, I have always been a sinner!" Senar shook his head with a wry smile.

"If I had died on the battlefield... maybe it would have been the best outcome!" Senar showed a look of nostalgia.

"What can I do for you, Senior?" Weiss was silent. He knew that the ending of the sacrifice was about to begin. The only thing he could do was to help this doomed soul fulfill his wish.

"No, it's not about what you can do for me, but what I can do for you, kid!" Senar walked in front of Weiss, knelt on one knee, looked up at Weiss and smiled.

"You are the most talented Dunedain I have ever seen since I was awake! I see infinite possibilities in you, so I decided to protect you, hoping that you will become the seed that dispels the darkness. Unfortunately, you have seen what I look like now, and I am afraid that I can no longer protect you..." Senar calmly looked at Weiss, who was a little at a loss.

"I..." Weiss wanted to wave his hand and tell Senar that he was not cut out for it. After all, this hope was too heavy, and it made him unable to breathe.

"Don't worry, the body will die one day, but the spirit can be passed on forever!" Senar encouraged.

"Now you have a ticket to the top of this world. All you need is accumulation! When you have the power to protect yourself, the Ringwraiths will no longer be your nightmare!" Sernar stood up, his voice as gentle as flowing water.

"You..." Vess' eyes were a little moist, and he choked up as he looked at the tall Sernar in front of him. At this moment, Sernar was no longer the terrifying and gloomy image of the Ringwraith. The silver armor wrapped in holy light and the burning soul fire made Sernar look extremely sacred.

"Summon your dragon!" Senar smiled. ...

"Your Majesty! The third Nazgulthanar betrayed you!" Uvasa, covering his broken left arm, knelt down in front of Soran in pain.

"Bastards! You are a bunch of trash!" Sauron roared as he kicked Uvasa who was kneeling on the ground. Sauron who had accumulated strength in the dark ages could no longer condense a perfect form like before. Now he was covered in black armor and wore a hideous iron thorn helmet, with a scarlet light showing from the gap in the helmet.

"Where are Khamul and Lidillias?" Soran calmed down his feeling of betrayal and then asked slowly. As a group of Ringwraiths acting with Sernar, Soran now doubted their loyalty.

  "They were severely injured by the human paladins! Then they were backstabbed by Sernar, and now they have retreated to Dol Guldur Fortress to recuperate..." Uvasa said awkwardly, almost telling Sauron that the two Ringwraiths were now behaving in a cowardly manner, fearing that the Northern Alliance would notice them and come to expose them!

"A bunch of trash! Tell them that if they can't defeat us...then get out of here!" After all, Soran couldn't give up on his subordinates. Although Senar betrayed him, the others were still loyal.

"Stop provoking the northern humans. They..." Soran paused. Those northern humans were really as hard and stinky as the stones in the toilet. Since he was still accumulating strength, he would not bother with them.

Because Sauron would not rebuild Barad-dur (the Black Tower) until 2951 of the Third Age, and the Crystal of Truth in Sauron's hand was not enough to look after the entire Middle-earth, and he still had only a limited understanding of the affairs of the northern humans, so in order to be safe, Sauron took the initiative to give up the idea of ​​looking for trouble with the northern humans during this period of time. After all, Gondor in the south was easy to bully and rich, and people would always pick on the weak, so there was no reason for Sauron to bite the hard bones.

"As you command, Your Majesty!" Uwasa said respectfully.

"Take good care of yourself! The damage to your soul is no less than other damages. If that attack hits your chest directly, it will be enough to tear your soul apart!" Based on the principle of adding sweet things to a big stick, Soran consoled Uvasa again and informed him of the danger of that attack. Senar's hateful blow directly damaged Uvasa's soul, and his left arm would not grow back for some time!

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"Is all this really worth it?" The figure who once appeared in front of Senar appeared again on the treetops in the distance. He stepped on the treetops as if he had no weight, looking at Senar in the distance, and fell into deep thought and emotion.

"You tried your best to fight against darkness, and broke free from the shackles of the ring with your willpower... You are a true hero!" The visitor looked at Sennar and whispered softly, while slowly bowing towards Sennar's increasingly faint body, and then his figure slowly dissipated in the air.

"Senior, do you have any other wishes?" Weiss choked up as he looked at the gradually dimming Senar. He knew that if Senar wanted to leave at that time, no one could stop him. But in order to protect him, Senar was willing to burn himself to carve out a way for him to survive...

"Don't cry! You are a descendant of the Dunedain! You carry the hope of the people in the North! Arnor is destroyed! But the people in the North cannot perish! For you, I will die without regrets!" Sernar gently wiped away the tears rolling down Vess's face and said calmly.

"Go on with my will, child! The darkness will eventually dissipate, and the light will shine upon the world again!" Senar held up the holy sword in front of himself, and the holy sword reflected the determination on his face.

"Use my holy sword! Make your dream come true!" Senar whispered majestically.

　There is no need to explain the greatness of the Paladin, who shines upon the world in the name of holiness!

　　(End of this chapter)