Chapter 469

Wesley scanned a circle of the undead army, and then said, "if Aragorn lets you go, it will be tantamount to denying the battle I command. The battle has come to an end. You are just enjoying your success. The enemy has been surrounded, and it is only a matter of time to destroy them."

"We let you reduce the loss," said the undead leader reluctantly.

"Loss? Can you ask those soldiers if anyone is afraid of death? We fight with the determination to die, for the peace of our home and our own glory. We are not afraid." Wesley's voice is very high, and the soldiers around us can hear it clearly.

The soldiers admired Wesley, and he spoke everyone's heart, "long live, long live." the earth shaking voice responded to Wesley's words.

"And you, a group of dead people who have broken their vows, are still so greedy and cowardly even if they die. Do you want to rob others' honor? Where is your dignity? Another thing, although Aragorn is a descendant of the royal family, he has not been crowned king yet. He is not qualified to end the curse."

"So what should we do?" the leader of the dead was very unwilling. They wanted to be free, but the other party obviously disagreed. They really came late in today's battle. People didn't agree that these dead occupied their glory.

The Middle Earth world is extremely important for glory. The army of the dead betrayed the oath and could not get peace after death. They stayed in a mountain all day and endured the suffering of their souls. They longed for liberation.

"It's very simple. First of all, Aragorn needs to be the king of Gondor. It's OK to hold a simpler ceremony. With you and his friends, I think it's no problem. Then we will attack Mordor. You need to be a striker. This is your only chance. If you betray or run away again, you will never be at peace."

The dead looked at each other. What kind of person was this opposite? However, seeing all the soldiers' awe of him, the undead can't resist. It's not impossible to fight again and be free. They are undead now!

"Well, I hope you keep your word." the leader of the dead finally decided to bite his teeth. Jinli next to him was very happy. Such a powerful army didn't want to let him go for nothing.

"Hehe, don't compare me with you. This time I'm just defending my glory. If you arrive early in the morning, I won't stop it. If you play your due role in this battle, there will be your tomb outside the white city of Gondor. It will say that you fight for the king, and you will regain the lost glory." Slapping a sweet date is nothing more than a cemetery, and it's not Wesley's territory.

"Really?" the dead moved, and the leader of the dead looked at Aragorn.

"Of course, no problem at all," Aragorn said happily. A cemetery together would not be a problem for him if he became king.

"OK, it's a deal."

Wesley looked at Aragorn at this time and said, "now we are ready. You will ascend the throne immediately. Gondor is in chaos. The photographer king is crazy. They now need a king to command, and your blood is the best choice. You must bear this responsibility."

"I... know, but will they accept me?" Aragorn said hesitantly.

"If there is no problem with your blood, there will be no problem. These dead are the best proof that they will only be loyal to the descendants of the king. You are the heir to the orthodox throne, and no one can stop it." Wesley waved his hand and the army began to enter the city. Now the time is a little tight. I don't know where Frodo has reached. Wesley must hurry up, The time for his departure is not far away.

Boromo did not die. As the eldest son of the Regent, he stood up to support Aragorn to ascend the throne. In this way, things became very simple. The Regent was crazy and lost his prestige long ago, and was not enough to command Gondor.

Gandalf, the white robed wizard, presided over the enthronement ceremony. It's very simple. Now there's no time to make a big operation. The army is ready to start. This time it's the attack on Mordor. The bones of the dead need to be loaded, and then follow the army, otherwise they can't go anywhere.

The next morning, outside the white city of Gondor, tens of thousands of troops were ready to go. The archers of the elves, the cavalry of Rohan and the infantry of Gondor were lined up in a neat square array, and Wesley was still their commander, "This will be the last battle, we will level Mordor, Gondor's long defense will end, the Middle Earth world will usher in peace, and all this will be completed in your hands, and your glory will coexist with history."

"Long live, long live." tens of thousands of troops shouted.

"Let's go." the sword in Wesley's hand pointed, and the army began to set out. The cavalry was in front, the Elves were in the middle, and the infantry were behind. The army slowly went north. They were going to the dark gate, the northern entrance of Mordor.

The distance between the two sides is not far, and the army can arrive in only two days. Now Frodo has just crossed the death swamp to the periphery of Mordor. He is haggard and staggering, and Sam, the loyal gardener, has been following him, otherwise he would have collapsed.

"Mordor is not easy to fight. How are you going to attack?" Aragorn asked, riding a war horse beside Wesley.

"There's nothing to worry about. Just lead them out directly, consume their strength, and then let the undead army rush. It's very simple. The key question is what Mordor's last card is?" Wesley asked.

"Bottom card, if the bottom card is Soren, once he gets the ring, it's difficult for us to defeat him, so we must attract their attention and let Frodo throw the ring into Mount Doom."

"Hehe, if so, there will be no problem. Even if he gets the ring, it won't be of any use. I'll kill him then." Wesley said indifferently. Can the ring be compared with the space gem? Will Wesley lose more than magic or energy?

"It's good for you to have confidence, but Soren who got the ring is really strong," Aragorn said hurriedly, afraid that Wesley would be careless.

"You don't know me, do you? Or you don't know anything about me, so you don't need to worry. I know my strength. Sauron will give it to me at that time, and he won't necessarily get the ring, will he?" Wesley smiled,