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Hearing the words of the undead, Mel Ryan was surprised at first, but then he was relieved.

The king betrayed his soldiers.

Although this sounds a bit bizarre, but considering the deeds of the lost king, there is nothing strange about it.

As the undead said, the lost king of Gondor, instigated by the evil wizard, ordered the fleet to sail to the sea of ​​death in order to obtain immortal life and youth.

In the sea of ​​death, he sacrificed the entire fleet and all the soldiers who obeyed him, and used the lives and souls of these soldiers as sacrifices in exchange for the eternal life he longed for.

Did he succeed?

unknown!

Mel Ryan didn't care about it now either.

He stared at the angry undead, and said in a deep voice, "I understand your anger and hatred..."

"understand?"

The undead warrior roared, and pointed his long sword at Mel Ryan: "How can you understand that we respect him so much, believe in him, regard him as the greatest king, and abandon our parents, wives and parents for him? Sons and daughters, what you got in exchange for setting foot on this endless sea is his ruthless betrayal!"

"How can you understand?"

"Such pain!"

"Such hatred!"

"You...how can you understand!!!"

The roars of the undead overlapped, and they beat against the hull like waves, and the power of death intensified accordingly, eroding the white ship's defensive barrier and quickly dimming the white light.

Facing the angry questions from the undead, Mel Ryan took a deep breath, suppressed his startled heart and trembling arms, and said in a deep voice: "You are right, no matter what, I can't understand your words. Pain and hatred, the crime of betrayal can only be paid with blood..."

Between the words, he suddenly fell to his knees.

"Mile Ryan!"

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Everyone seemed to realize what he was going to do, and they were about to step forward with a cry of surprise.

"Don't come here, this is Gondor's own business!"

Mel Ryan stopped everyone's movements, then turned to the angry undead, and said: "Although this can't make up for past crimes, if it can calm your anger and hatred a little bit, then go ahead and take it, regardless of your life. Or the soul, you can collect it as you like!"

"Collect it at will?"

"Hahaha……"

"Do you think you can wash away all this by sacrificing yourself?"

"You are as hypocritical and self-righteous as your ancestors!"

Looking at Mel Ryan, who was kneeling on the ground and speaking sincerely, all the undead sneered and mocked with disdain.

This is a matter of course.

They were originally soldiers loyal to Gondor, but in the end, they were sacrificed to the sea of ​​death by the king of Gondor. They spent several epochs in endless darkness, and their souls could not find rest and liberation. Day and night bear the pain and torture of the dead.

This kind of pain, this kind of hatred, in fact, Mel Ryan can calm down with just a few words?

These undead can still maintain part of their sanity now, and it is already an incredible thing that they have not been completely distorted into crazy and chaotic evil spirits.

Wouldn't it be idiotic to ask them to accept Mel Ryan and let go of the hatred that has been entangled for thousands of years?

"I know I can't!"

Facing the disdainful ridicule of the crowd of undead, Mel Ryan looked calm and said: "But this is the only thing I can do, the one who betrayed you is the king of Gondor, and I am a descendant of the royal family of Gondor, so I should bear this burden." At the same time, I implore you, let the other people here be spared."

"Mile Ryan!"

Hearing his words, Morsi and all the Holy White Knights of Gondor who had heard the news became alarmed, and they were about to step forward to stop his actions.

But Bai Ying stretched out his hand to stop them, and said in a deep voice: "Let him handle this matter by himself."

"But……"

"Respect his decision!"

The white eagle stopped everyone, and the undead also responded to Mel Ryan's words.

"Let them go?"

The undead warrior swept his eyes over the white ship, and finally locked on to Mel Ryan, and said with a sneer, "What qualifications do you have to negotiate with us, or do you still think that you are the royal family of Gondor, and you can ask us whatever you want?" What about giving orders?"

"No!"

Mel Ryan shook his head, and said calmly: "I have no right to order you. This is my request. As a Gondorian, I make a request to you fellow Gondorians!"

"Gondor?"

Mel Ryan's words caused all the undead to fall into silence. After a long time, the undead warrior raised his head and roared angrily under his empty helmet: "We are no longer Gondorians, since your ancestors The moment you betray us begins!"

"That's right!"

"We no longer serve Gondor!"

"The descendants of the traitor will be buried in the sea of ​​death!"

After the undead warrior, the rest of the undead also roared one after another, setting off pitch-black sea water to impact the white ship's defensive barrier, and the situation was already getting out of control.

"Do not!"

Mel Ryan was not afraid at all, stood up and looked at the undead, and said: "Whether it is life or death, your body and soul flow with the blood of Gondor. Those who are unworthy are the kings who betrayed you. Not you soldiers!"

"Stop your words!"

"The blood descendants of the traitor are still weaving lies!"

"Do you think you can get our forgiveness by doing this?"

A group of undead roared angrily, the black water beat against the hull of the white boat, and there were countless pale skeletons and illusory spirit bodies climbing up.

However, Mel Ryan still had no intention of stopping, and shouted to the crowd of undead: "You may take my life and my soul, but as a Gondorian, I beg you to get out of the way. There is hope on board, against Sauron, the only hope to save the world!"

"Gondor?"

"Middle Earth?"

"Hahaha……"

The undead warrior looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and said: "What Gondor, what Middle-earth, have already passed away, and they are all the dust of history. In this world, where are there Gondor and Middle-earth!"

"Yes, Gondor has become history, but the blood of Gondor has not died!"

Mel Ryan suppressed his words, and said sharply: "In this world, the blood of Gondor still exists, your blood, our blood, your descendants, our descendants, and now they are facing the demon army of Sauron. Do you allow your blood to be cut off and your descendants to perish? Tell me, people of Gondor!"

The last words, like a thunderclap, made the turbulent undead froze and froze in place, and the black tide that hit the white ship also subsided temporarily.

"..."

After a long silence, the undead warrior raised his head and looked at Mel Ryan: "Our blood and descendants still exist in this world!"

"certainly!"

Mel Ryan spoke sonorously, and said: "Although Gondor is gone, the blood of Gondor is still there. One day, the light of the White Sacred Tree will shine on the world again!"

"White Sacred Tree..."

The undead warrior murmured, stared at Mel Ryan for a long time, and then said, "How do you prove it?"

These words made Mel Ryan silent, and finally shook his head and said: "I can't prove it, I can swear to Iluvita with my life, I, Mel Ryan, a descendant of the royal family of Gondor, a descendant of King Elessa, must I will take up the responsibility of the King of Gondor and fight for the White Sacred Tree until the end of my life!"

"boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, a thunderbolt fell in the sky, as if responding to his oath.

"..."

Luo Ning raised his head, looked at the sky covered with dark clouds, and the flashing thunder. He really wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

"King Elessa!"

"very good!"

The undead warrior stared at Mel Ryan, and said coldly: "Then prove to us that you are the true descendant of King Elessa, and you are qualified to bear the hope of Gondor!"

"prove?"

Mel Ryan frowned and asked, "How to prove it?"

"Let it prove it!"

The undead warrior raised his hand sideways, pointing to the place where the mist was surging behind him.

Following his movements, a huge flagship slowly sailed out of the mist.

"That is……"

"The king's flagship!"

Looking at the huge flagship, before everyone could exclaim in surprise, they saw the center of the flagship and slowly paid for a throne.

It was a rotting throne, and on the throne sat a skeleton with a crown on its head.

In the hands of the skeleton, there is a long sword leaning on it, a long sword that is rusty and half decayed.

Mel Ryan shrank his pupils and lost his voice: "He is..."

"The remains of the traitor!"

The undead warrior pointed at the long sword in the skeleton's hand, and said: "He betrayed us, but he didn't get the immortal life he longed for. That evil wizard took his soul, and the holy sword of Nasir also died because of him. The betrayal completely lost its brilliance."

After all, the Undead Warlord turned his head, fixed his scarlet eyes on Mel Ryan, and said, "If you are really a descendant of King Elessa, then let the holy sword of Nasir shine again."

"Um!"

Hearing this, everyone, including Luo Ning, cast their curious eyes on the long sword in the skeleton's hand.

Holy Sword of Nasir!

The symbol of the royal family of Gondor, known as the proof of the king!

A few epochs ago, the holy sword of Nasir was held by King Elendil of Gondor, and he carried it to form an alliance with the elves, and launched the famous "Last Alliance" war against Sauron.

At the end of that battle, Sauron relied on the powerful power of the Supreme Lord of the Rings to fight against the army of the Alliance and the heroes alone.

Elendil challenged Sauron with the holy sword of Nasir, but the power of the Supreme Lord of the Rings was too strong. Elendil was defeated by Sauron and killed by Sauron, and the holy sword of Nasir was also stepped on by Sauron. broken.

At this desperate moment, a shocking reversal came. Isildur, the son of Elendil, suddenly stepped forward, picked up the broken blade of Nasir's holy sword, and cut off Sauron's finger wearing the Supreme Lord of the Rings.

Although Luo Ning didn't quite understand how Isildur, a human being, held a so-called holy sword that Sauron stepped on and cut off Sauron's finger wearing the Supreme Lord of the Rings, but the fact is that, No matter how unreasonable you are, you can't veto him.

In this way, the holy sword of Nasir became famous in the first battle, and thousands of years later, in the re-opened Holy War of the Ring, it was recast by the craftsmen of Rivendell, the valley of the elves, and the elf lord Eldron personally handed over the destiny The doomed king - in the hands of Aragorn.

Since then, the holy sword of Nasir has once again become the inheritance treasure of the royal family of Gondor and the symbol of royal power, until it was taken out of the sea by the lost king and disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the rusty Nasir Holy Sword in the skeleton's hand, with almost no visible prototype, Mel Ryan was pleasantly surprised and heartbroken, and murmured, "The Nasir Holy Sword has become like this..."

"bring it on!"

The undead warrior didn't talk nonsense, he raised his hand and surged up the dark sea water, paved a road between the white ship and the black ship, and said, "Come and prove to us that you are qualified to bear the hope of Gondor and reproduce the glory of the White Sacred Tree." !"

"it is good!"

With his eyes fixed, Mel Ryan was about to step out of the white ship and walk towards the black ship.

"Wait a minute!"

The undead warrior stopped his movements, and said in a cold voice: "Before that, I want to remind you of one thing, our hatred has not dissipated, and our anger has not subsided. In the process of you taking the sword, all undead They will all attack you and vent our hatred and anger!"

"How can you do this!"

Hearing this, before Mel Ryan could make a sound, Miss Iron Hammer, Mursi stood up and said with wide eyes, "Don't you want him to die?"

"Humph!"

The undead warrior snorted coldly, ignored Mursi at all, only stared at Mel Ryan, and said, "The decision is in your hands. You can accept it or refuse it. We will not force you."

"I accept!"

As soon as these words fell, Mel Ryan gave an answer: "If it fails, it is also the result of fate, and I accept it frankly!"

After all, he didn't care about everyone's reaction, he stepped out of the white ship, stepped on the road paved with sea water, and walked towards the throne on top of the black ship.

"Mile Ryan!"

"Your Highness!"

Watching his leaving back, Morsi and all the holy white knights were very worried, wishing to rush forward to stop him, but fortunately, their reason remained and they suppressed their impulse.

"Roar!"

"traitor!"

"Pay your blood debt!"

Just as Mel Ryan stepped out of the white boat, undead roared and flew towards him, turning into dark undercurrents and rushing into his body.

"Well!"

The undead entered the body, eroded by death, Mel Ryan let out a muffled groan, and his body shook accordingly, almost falling down and falling into the sea.

Fortunately, in the end, he still stabilized his footsteps, supported his body and walked forward, allowing the undead to shuttle through his body, devouring the vitality.

This is by no means a beautiful experience. The spirit bodies of the undead will take away the vitality in Mel Ryan's body in the most brutal and cruel way, just like... Ling Chi!

Every undead, every undercurrent, when passing through Mel Ryan's body, would tear a ray of life from his body, bring him pain like a steel knife scraping bone, make his body a little bit old, weak, powerless.

But Mel Ryan didn't care about it, and still gritted his teeth and stepped forward. Countless undead pierced through their bodies, biting and taking away the vitality in their bodies. Their hair became gray, their skin was wrinkled, and their muscles quickly slackened.

In the blink of an eye, a youth in full bloom and youth has turned into a dying old man with a rotten life.

But as if he didn't realize it, his cloudy eyes were fixed on the skeleton on the throne, and his old and decayed body took unwavering steps, walking towards the holy sword of Narsi with all his strength. .

"Mile Ryan!"

"Your Highness!"

Seeing this scene, everyone on the white boat was moved, except... Luo Ning.

He didn't set his eyes on Mel Ryan, the protagonist at all. He looked at the overcast sky above him, propped his right hand on his chin and rubbed it slowly, and didn't know what he was thinking.