Chapter 252 Saruman: Is There Such a Good Thing?

"Skeleton Dragon~Smaug~" Geguluo said tremblingly.

In an instant, everyone's crisis instinct was forcibly triggered, and they all put on armor, picked up spears, and looked up at Chu Xin in horror.

Chu Xin was also a little surprised. As soon as the clouds cleared and the mist cleared, a thousand people shrank and shrank appeared at his feet. They were hiding in the darkness with stern looks, as if they were preparing to do something shameful and bad.

"These guys are the dark barbarians who are colluding with Saruman?" Chu Xin muttered.

In order to see clearly, he lowered his height slightly, and the sonic boom generated by Mach 1's sustained high speed instantly covered the ground.

But with this insignificant little move and the deafening loud noise, the frightened Black Barbarian soldiers suddenly felt as if they were facing a powerful enemy. Before Gerguluo could speak, hundreds of them tensed up their bows and shot arrows.

Looking at this scene, Geguluo couldn't help but secretly said, "It's over."

Arrows shot up from the ground, making Chu Xin stunned for a moment.

What are these guys doing?

He didn't launch an attack, and he didn't yell. He was just a passer-by. As for how he would use swords against each other if he disagreed?

Forget it, just use them to test the lethality of the new flame~

call!

Chu Xin flapped his wings downwards, and the hurricane blew up all the arrows.

"Run away!" Geguluo took the lead without hesitation.

No command was needed at all. More than a thousand people jumped down the hillside in unison, rolling and crawling into the grasslands of Rohan without any care.

Geguluo did not run around, but did it deliberately, hoping to divert trouble to the east and then take advantage of the chaos to escape.

It's a pity that he overestimated himself and underestimated the Dragon Clan. It's not his fault. After all, the Black Barbarians have never seen much of the world.

boom--

The Explosive Dragon Flame spurted out from the mouth in a thick column, and then quickly spread into a rolling sea of ​​fire.

Bang bang bang!

Immediately afterwards, a series of explosions from one to many occurred.

Groups of expanding and burning fireballs filled the space between heaven and earth, touching each other and exploding together, and so on.

It was like countless fireworks falling to the ground at the moment of being ejected and exploding into clusters of flowers. It was extremely dangerous and gorgeous at the same time.

Rumble!

The terrifying explosions echoed through the grasslands and mountains, mixed with the painful roars of mosquitoes and flies.

"This is much more powerful than the previous skeleton flames. No matter how resistant it is to burning, it can't help but explode again and again. It's a pity that these five scum of war can't even increase their proficiency at all." Chu Xin looked down at the grassland that turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Wherever the flames spread, everything exploded, and pieces of charred rotten flesh could be seen spattering and melting.

The high temperature of 2000°C easily burned away all flesh and blood, and even the steel armor turned into molten iron and mixed with the pitch-black soil.

"Devil! A demon more terrifying than a monster!"

In a deep pit, Geguluo's face was twitching and wailing. He covered his right calf that was blown to pieces with a rag, trying to stop the bleeding.

Suddenly, his trembling body calmed down, and his rapid breathing eased a lot.

In fact, he didn't even dare to take a breath.

Susu~

Because a small flame the size of a thumb jumped in from the top of his head.

It was like a cute little flame elf, playfully drawing a frightening arc in the air, and then landed on Geguluo's lap.

"It's over~" Geguluo sighed desperately.

Bang——

Bones and debris mixed with the soil rose into the sky.

Explosion is art!

at the same time.

Chima Town, thousands of meters away.

The soldiers and residents had already been awakened by the earth-shattering sound and huge earthquake. One after another, they walked out of the house with dull and shocked faces, looking at the foot of the Misty Mountains with constricted pupils.

Exploding flames, ferocious skeletal dragons, burning grasslands, and helpless humans form an epic picture.

At this moment, no one is even a little bit sleepy. They have never been so awake and their souls are trembling.

"Smaug, the fire dragon, how did it come to Rohan?" The speaker was a man with blond hair and a shawl.

"Marshal, those people should be the elite troops of the Dark Savage Land that should be mentioned inside. Unexpectedly, before they attacked us, they actually angered Smaug," the adjutant said.

The blond man's name is Eomund, he is the first marshal of the Kingdom of Rohan, his status is second only to King Théoden, and he is also the king's brother-in-law.

He and his bodyguards were supposed to guard the eastern region, but suddenly they received a message from the internal intelligence stationed in the Black Barbarian Land, saying that a well-equipped army was about to invade, so they rushed to Chima Town to garrison without stopping.

Éomund loved horses very much, and hated those who killed horses the most in his life. The Orcs and Dunlunds often killed, stole, and cooked the horses of Rohan grassland, which undoubtedly angered Éomund.

Of course, not to mention this, Eomund will also come in person to prevent the evil-minded Dunlunds from harming their compatriots.

"The battle seems to be over," the adjutant said for a moment, "No, it should be a unilateral massacre."

"Everyone mounts up and prepares for battle. We don't know whether Smaug is an enemy or a friend, but the dragon has always been a symbol of evil," Iomund frowned and shouted, "Quickly, let the residents of the town hide underground."

Although watching the Dark Barbarians being ravaged and killed made me feel very happy, it would be tragic if Smaug's next target was Red Horse Town.

Hua Hua Hua~

The Guards simply and neatly pulled out their tall war horses. These well-trained horses were all shiny and shiny, with thick and powerful limbs and clearly visible leg muscles.

However, facing the behemoth Chu Xin, he could only see these brave and capable horses roaring uneasily from a distance.

As the Grand Marshal of the Army, there are 300 members of Eomund's bodyguards. They are all ruthless people who have risen to prominence from the grassroots level. They are outstanding in both their riding and cutting skills and their courage and courage. To the Orcs, they are The god of death galloping on the grassland.

"I have lived for forty years and have never slain a dragon. Today's trip with the marshal has gained me some knowledge. It's a good deal!"

"Hahaha, unless my Rohan horse dies in battle, the opponent will have to charge even if it is the Dark Lord!"

"It is the honor of our Rohan cavalry to die on the grassland, let alone fight against the legendary Smaug."

"His grandma's, have you guys started leaving last words?"

"Yes! Can you say something auspicious? My wife is about to give birth, and my baby cannot lose his father as soon as he is born... Tsk, so we gentlemen cannot let Smaug enter Rohan."

As the cavalry chatted and laughed, their heroic words dissipated the lingering tense atmosphere, replaced by the excitement of protecting their homeland.

Eomund and his bodyguards are like this, they are brave to the point of recklessness, their souls are as hot as the scalding sun. For them, horses and grasslands are the destination of cavalry.

After death, the bones are turned into fertilizer to nourish the vegetation, and the lush green grass is eaten by the horses. This is the deep bond between Rohan and the war horses.

"Arrange yourself in formation and set up your shield!"

Iomond suddenly yelled, because Chu Xin had burned the Black Barbarian army to death, and flew towards Red Horse Town with his wings spread out.

Six hundred pairs of eyes simultaneously reflected the giant white-bone dragon soaring out of the exploding sea of ​​fire.

He came menacingly, with a big black smoke-emitting mouth full of sharp teeth, and a pair of burning eyes like a devil's gaze. The roaring wind bent the flowers and plants, as if they were bowing to welcome the king's arrival.

Buzz!

Iomond suppressed the fear in his heart, drew his sword, raised it high and shouted, "You are all heroes of Rohan."

boom--

A cold wind swept through, and the entire Chima Town was enveloped and engulfed by a huge shadow. Bricks and tiles were scattered in a chaotic mess.

The war horses screamed in fear, and the dust and debris covered the sky, blocking everyone's sight.

"Steady! Steady!"

Eomond couldn't open his eyes, he could only hear the muffled sound of a falling horse and shouts coming and going from far to near.

He was terrified, not so much of death as of being left alone to live.

Two minutes later.

The wind stopped.

Eomond regained his composure, rubbed his wet eyes and looked around, his fear gradually turning into surprise and joy.

Because there were no injuries to the surrounding guards, at most they were knocked off their horses by the wind and lay on the ground with a blank look on their faces.

"Smaug didn't attack us." The lieutenant pointed to the southwest.

Everyone took a closer look and saw Chu Xin's back quickly disappearing between heaven and earth, resembling an enthusiastic person who did good deeds without leaving his name.

"He blew out the sea of ​​​​fire before leaving?" Eomond looked at the charred ground opposite and felt puzzled.

According to the normal plot progression, shouldn't the notorious fire dragon Smaug burn Redhorse Town to the point where not even a blade of grass can grow?

"Marshal, I feel~" the adjutant said hesitantly.

"He is helping us get rid of the Dunlund army that tried to attack by surprise." Iomond made his own judgment based on his intuition.

The adjutant took out a map of Middle Earth, moved his finger over it, and said in astonishment, "The direction of Smaug's advance seems to be Isengard where the white-robed wizard lives?"

…

Ten minutes ago.

Isengard, Wizard's Valley, Orthanc Tower.

Buzz~buzz~

Saruman stood in front of the stone pillar in the center of the hall, observing the radiant crystal ball.

"Let me see what those barbarians are doing."

As his palm touched, the sphere turned into a curved display screen, and smoke appeared hazy on the live broadcast screen.

"Um?"

After just one glance, Saruman couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and his old face became angry on the spot.

In the sphere, there was a scorching scene of Chu fire burning the grassland. The black barbarian army and many valuable weapons and equipment disappeared together.

Seeing this, Saruman almost spit out blood.

What the hell is going on!

Not only is the style of painting wrong, but the key point is that it completely deviates from the script!

"I asked you to attack Rohan. You are really capable, but you actually provoke Smaug? A bunch of useless people who can't be helped!"

Saruman was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He grabbed the wand with his right hand and punched it on the ground. The magic power came out in the form of a burst of intense white light, blowing away all the dust in the hall.

After calming down, he stroked his beard and pondered, "Why did this flying lizard that turned into a skeleton come to Rohan? It can't be specifically to slaughter those barbarians. It is rumored that it is now hostile to Mordor. En turned everything upside down."

"What is his purpose~" With this question in mind, Saruman used the crystal ball again, trying to track Chu Xin in real time.

Half an hour later, something was finally discovered.

A vague skeletal figure appeared in the sphere, flashed past a rocky ridge, and lost its lock the next second, returning to transparent crystal.

"Um!"

Saruman was dumbfounded. If he saw it correctly, the ridge was in Isengard and belonged to the same mountain range that surrounded the Wizard's Valley.

He had to guess, "Is it coming towards me?"

Buzz~

Just as he was hesitating, the crystal ball was instantly dyed blood red, and a terrifying eyeball filled the entire thing.

Suddenly, an evil spirit filled the entire hall.

The Eye of Sauron is also Sauron himself!

Saruman looked shocked and said, "Sauron, what do you want from me at this time?"

Sauron's voice was low and hoarse, "I saw it through your spar, my former ally and now rebel, Smaug!"

Saruman suddenly felt unhappy and cursed Sauron in his heart as a disgusting peeping thief.

"Although I don't know why it came to you, this is undoubtedly a good thing," Sauron said a little excitedly, "Saruman, my old friend, it's time to show your great strength and kill Smaug. , take back what belongs to me.”

"Kill Smaug?" Saruman's face darkened on the spot, and he snorted in great displeasure, "Something that belongs to you? What?"

He was filled with ten thousand reluctances, not to mention how difficult it was to deal with Smaug. After putting in a lot of effort, he was just doing things for others, and he was still going through all the trouble without benefiting him at all.

Moreover, Saruman currently only wants to develop in a humble way, and does not want to make enemies with strong men like Smaug for the time being.

"Saruman, don't be bound by emotions. There are only benefits for you to follow my orders." Sauron continued to induce, eroding Saruman's spirit bit by bit. "The Lord of the Rings is in Smaug's hands. Get it back. I You can return to the top immediately and lead the army of Mordor to capture Middle-earth. At that time, you will be the greatest hero after me. You can choose any part of Middle-earth at will. If that Lord can return to the world, you and I will both be in the future. Lord God of authority!”

No, Saruman didn't change his expression, but his heart was suddenly in turmoil. His emotions jumped directly from low to high, and his fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly.

And such good things?

It was not that he was tempted by the pie painted by Sauron, but that he finally learned the whereabouts of the Supreme Lord of the Rings.

Moreover, the Supreme Lord of the Rings, which he had been thinking about day and night, was actually flying towards him at this moment. This outrageous unexpected surprise was like pie in the sky!

"I will make it come true," answered Saruman.

Due to time constraints, the two sides ended their communication, and Saruman began to prepare.

…

Mordor.

The Eye of Sauron still stands tall at the foot of Mount Doom.

"Saruman, based on my understanding of you, I really don't think I know your little thoughts. You are still too young to play tricks with me. How can the Supreme Ring be something you can control? Wait for you to wear it. At that time, you will be completely enslaved by me."

Sauron looked to the west in a good mood and issued an order remotely, "Those who can still move, go to Isengard immediately. This is your chance to atone for your sins!" (End of Chapter)