The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The attendants in the palace rushed up immediately and surrounded Iomo.

"What are you?" Iomo squinted his eyes: "Who do you think will listen to your orders?!"

"This is not my order." Grima said triumphantly. He raised his hand, and a roll of yellowed paper fell: "This is an order from His Majesty the King. He personally signed it this morning."

At the bottom of the exile order, Hidden's name was twisted and held.

"Catch him!"

"No!" Eowyn's voice appeared in the palace, and the five attendants who were about to rush up stopped and looked at the princesses in white who walked in: "This is not your majesty's order."

"This matter has nothing to do with you, Your Royal Highness." Grima bowed pretentiously, and he stretched out his hand, wanting to kiss the back of the princess's hand lightly: "All of this is from His Majesty's orders."

"This is not your majesty's order." Eowyn repeated. She looked at the king and took a deep breath: "This is Saruman's order! The wizard told me all of this. Your Majesty became like this. Because of fatigue and illness, but because of the curse of the white-robed wizard on him!"

"What?" Eomo showed an unbelievable look: "Curse?"

Grima was shocked. He stepped back several steps, as if shocked by Eowyn’s words: "Catch them!" He waved his arms and shouted to the courtiers he had bought: "Catch them, this It’s the king’s will!"

Three more courtiers rushed up. One just grabbed Iomo's shoulder and was hit **** the tip of his nose. The pain on the bridge of his nose shattered his calmness. He clutched the bridge of his broken nose and rolled in pain on the ground.

Eowyn took a step back, and two figures in black robes of attendants rushed past her. Altariel took off his cloak and threw it at the oncoming enemy, covering the man's face with a black robe. The elf ranger put a left uppercut on the opponent's side face, then turned around, raised his leg and kicked it into the temple of another enemy.

Zelinbi drew out the rune of Aksi Fayin. Accompanied by the sound of glass shattering, the four courtiers rushing towards him instantly seemed to be hit by a stick in the back of their heads, standing in a daze, their bodies shaking. Akira. Zelin opened his hand and made a tossing gesture forward, and the two controlled courtiers fell straight back to the ground. The remaining two shook their heads and woke up.

It’s just that they’ll just recover when Altarel’s fist hit one person in the face, and the other person raised his hand in surprise, trying to guard against the next attack, but he didn’t notice the Iraqi behind. Owen, Princess White lifted a wooden stool and slammed it on the back of his head, making him completely unconscious.

"Your magic doesn't work anymore." Altariel turned around. Only the courtiers lying down were left in the hall.

"I just want to try to break the limit."

Zelin walked to the side corridor. Grima bent over to escape, kicked by the demon hunter on his back, and fell forward to the ground. There was an intimate contact between his cheek and the ground: "It's smoother than I thought. Altari Er, use your light to drive away Saruman's curse!"

"Hahahahaha..."

A deep laughter came from the throne. The others in the room looked at Hiurdon. There was a treacherous smile on the face of the otherwise lifeless king: "I knew you were back, and Gandalf was lying to me." Another old and greedy voice came from Hidden's throat: "But you Can't stop me, you don't understand what kind of power you are facing, the wizard of the north!"

Chapter 2431 The Light of Galadriel

Zelin looked at the king on the throne and pressed his hand on the hilt of the ebony blade.

"Saruman..."

"You ruined my plan to fight Sauron, and now you are hindering me. Do you think that creating some flames in Isengard will stop me?" Hidden laughed in a low voice: "You should hide in the north. You can hide in the shadow when you hide in the lonely mountain when the Orientals are raging."

"I've never been like you, hiding in a high tower, planning a shameful conspiracy." Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly: "I once broke your curse, and now I can break it a second time. Leave by myself. , Or be dispelled by me."

Zelin didn't know whether he could get rid of Saruman. He was successful last time. Although Siyudun didn't have any obvious control items this time, he couldn't show weakness anyway.

The gate of the Golden Palace was pushed open all of a sudden, and the sound of fighting inside attracted the guards outside.

"What's the matter!?"

The captain of the guards, Hama, led five guards rushing in and saw the courtier lying on the ground. He was taken aback for a moment, and then put his hand on the hilt, but the blade was only half drawn out, and he saw the other two figures.

"His Royal Highness, Eowyn?" Hamar released his hand and raised his arm to stop the guards who were about to rush up: "What happened here?"

"The white-robed wizard used magic to control your majesty." Iomo explained. He just turned his head back, still focusing on the king: "The elves from the north brought Saruman's warning of betrayal."

After all, he whispered to his sister: "They did tell you that, right?"

"Yes, they said, Saruman did this once."

More and more guards walked into the Golden Palace, they gathered around, and finally stopped a few meters away from the throne.

"You can't do anything." Hidden laughed loudly: "You have no power."

"The one without power is you, traitor!" Altarel crossed Zelin, and she raised her right hand with a dazzling golden light in her palm: "Get out of this land and hide in Asingri, When we go to take your life, you must pay for your actions!"

The bright light forced Xiurton to raise his arm and block his eyes. For an instant, the Golden Palace dimmed, leaving only a dazzling light.

The guards turned their heads to avoid the light. Accompanied by the sparse footsteps, the crowd spread back several meters, hiding in the shadow of the wooden stakes before stopping.

"The Luo Khanate belongs to me!" Hidden gritted his teeth, and the pupils in his pale eyes shrank into a black spot: "Look at what the Luo Khanate is. A group of barbarians live in thatched huts, their children Rolling in the mud with the beasts, they can't stop anyone, let alone any opponent! Only let me get it..."

"Nothing here belongs to you." Zelin stared at Syurdon warily. The latter seemed to be suppressed on the wooden chair by the light of Galadriel, trying hard to break free, but he could only shake his teeth. Body: "No matter what the country looks like, it's up to the residents here to decide. They themselves will decide what Rohan will look like, and they don’t need you to tell me, Saruman, go back to your Isengard, Wait for your destiny."

"As long as I go..." He took a deep breath: "Theyurdon will die!"

"Syurdon will not die, you can't deceive anyone, Marvin is not dead, neither will Syodon!" Altariel said sharply, "Leave here, you will be completely expelled, and you will never be able to return! "

The light enveloped the whole hall in an instant, as if the whole world was only left with gold.

Residents of Edoras walked out of the house one after another, looking at the light gushing out through the skylights and gates of the king's palace in surprise.

The bright light flashed by, and then the previous darkness was restored, as if nothing had happened.

In the Golden Palace, the guards closed their eyes and blocked their sight with their palms. After the light dissipated, they looked surprised and cautiously at the ranger standing in front of the throne, but more people saw curiosity. The guards at the back stood on tiptoe, trying to see what happened in front of them, everyone squeezed. Together, the hall of the Golden Temple was almost filled, but no one dared to exceed the position where the captain of the guard stood.

Xiurton was paralyzed on the throne with his head drooping, and Eowyn rushed over to hold his body.

"Your Majesty?!" She shook the king: "Your Majesty?!"

"Did it succeed?"

Zelin asked in a low voice in Altariel's ear. The ranger shook his shoulders, took a step away and rubbed his earlobes.

"It should have succeeded." She said, "He disappeared."

Siyudun's closed eyes slowly opened. He opened his eyes wide and gasped, as if a drowned man had just climbed onto the shore, breathing fresh air greedily. The old and haggard cheeks gradually became bloody, and the widened eyes scanned the surroundings in a flustered manner. The white hair tips gradually appeared golden, until finally, the line of sight stayed on Eowyn's face.

"I remember your face." King Xiuton said slowly.

"You're back, Your Majesty." Eowyn tried hard to hold back the tears in the corner of her eyes, but there was uncontrollable excitement in her voice: "You are finally back."

"I seem to have had a nightmare." The king stood up with difficulty holding the handrails of the throne with both hands, "A nightmare that is difficult to wake up."

As he said, he looked at Zelin and Altarel: "You helped me? Guests from the north. I, I have an impression of what happened, it was like a dream, intermittently, but in the end it became very clear ."

"It's fine if you are safe," Zelin coughed slightly: "Rohan is in urgent need of your leadership. Your Majesty, Saruman is about to move outside. Your son is fighting the army of strong orcs at the mouth of the Eisen River. A more dangerous orc made by magic. He asked Idoras for assistance a month ago, thanks to Eomer and His Royal Highness Eowen, otherwise I can't imagine what would happen."

"Why?" Hidden stood there, his strength to speak was clearly recovering: "My son is fighting alone."

"It's all because of this traitor!"

Iomo strode towards Grima, grabbed him by the collar with both hands, pulled him in front of the king, and threw him heavily on the ground: "It's him, colluding with Saruman!"

Theoton looked down and stared at Grima, his face paler, cold sweating from fear.