Chapter 328: People Captured by Darkness

Ding!

Ding!

In the black tower, in the forging room, there was a constant sound of hammering and light coming from it, and a figure in a white robe was working hard inside.

Snap.

The forging tools were gently put down.

Saruman picked up the brand new ring, and his hands couldn't stop shaking.

"Ah... It's perfect."

It was a pure white glowing ring with starlight, and there was no trace of flaws. The word "perfect" was indeed appropriate to describe it.

"Success."

Saruman couldn't help but raise his mouth.

Behind him was an obsidian pedestal covered with glass, which was obviously the shell of the beacon.

But it could no longer glow because the things inside had been taken out.

He couldn't wait to put on the ring, and in an instant, Saruman's robe swelled up, without wind, and some huge power flowed through his body with the ring as the medium.

Experiencing this power carefully, Saruman made an assessment of it in his heart.

"It is slightly better than the three rings of the elves, but... it is far inferior to the One Ring."

Saruman's heart sank.

After forging a powerful ring of power himself, he gained more experience and understanding of the One Ring.

At the same time, a certain obsession became deeper.

"Hu——"

Letting out a breath and calming down his excitement, Saruman returned to his usual stern appearance.

A thousand years ago, Gandalf received the Ring of Fire from Cirdan. At that time, Saruman was extremely jealous and thought he was more qualified to hold the Ring of Power.

A thousand years later, Saruman did it. He used his own ability to forge a ring of power that was more powerful than the three rings of the elves.

At this moment, he was not jealous of Gandalf at all. Instead, he was contemptuous and a higher level of pride.

"Levi, Levi, I really want to thank you."

"If it weren't for this beacon, I'm afraid..."

I'm afraid that even if I try my best, I can only forge a ring that is barely equal to the power of the three rings of the elves.

After sighing, Saruman began to conduct various tests on the newly forged ring.

In addition to the rule-level power blessing that the Ring of Power should have, this ring also has an additional unprecedented function-due to the addition of the nether star material in the beacon, it can provide a buff for the wearer.

Or extremely powerful power, or vitality that can make people recover from near-death situations, or it can make people move quickly, the body become light, and the skin become hard and durable...

"Star Ring."

After thinking about it, Saruman named this ring of power.

"From now on, I am the owner of the Star Ring, the great 'Ring Forger' Saruman."

While being satisfied with his new title, Saruman accidentally glanced at the white robe on his body.

"Too ordinary."

He shook his head.

It's time to change the color to show his power.

So what color should it be changed to?

Saruman thought about it and slowly stretched out his hand.

"I want them all."

Batches of dyes were transported to Isengard and sent into the tower.

A few months later, Saruman walked out of it, and the servants stationed in Isengard always felt that he had changed, but it seemed that he had not changed.

The "white" robe was dazzling.

No, it was not.

It seemed to be white at first glance, but it was not completely.

This new robe was woven with countless colors, so many colors that it looked like white. When Saruman, who was wearing the robe, moved a little, the colors on the robe began to flicker and change, and its colorful colors were dazzling.

Saruman was very satisfied with this effect.

So this year he gave himself another title - "Saruman of All Colors".

Under the sun, Saruman's robe exuded countless colors, and the whole looked like white.

But in the dark, when those colors lost the sunlight, the robe looked a little black, which was frightening.

"Who do you obey?"

In the underground breeding ground, Saruman grabbed the head of an Orc with the hand wearing the Star Ring, and his eyes emitted a terrifying white light.

"I obey... obey..."

The Orc's innermost thoughts began to change.

"I obey the great Saruman!"

Bang!

Saruman let go of his hand.

There was a mark on the forehead of the Orc in front of him, a mark with a white skinny big hand.

"Yes."

This time, Saruman was completely relieved.

The Ring of Power, it can keep these Orcs absolutely loyal.

If before today, these Orcs who swore allegiance to him still had the possibility of mutiny when they met Sauron, then when the White Hand Mark was put on, this possibility disappeared.

They truly became an army that can be used to deal with Mordor.

"Humph, I really should let Gandalf and Levi come to see my results, they will be amazed."

Saruman began to imagine.

Using the enemy's army to fight the enemy, what a great plan!

When Sauron was defeated, history would definitely record him in a profound way.

But it was still a little short of it.

After coming to his senses from his imagination, Saruman looked at the thin Orc in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Too weak, not enough, totally not enough.

For many years, even if he joined his own magic, this generation of Oak has only changed slightly a little bit, and it is unsatisfactory.

Fortunately, now with the star of the Star, your strength has been enhanced.

You can start a deeper study.

"Well ... this incident cannot be exposed for the time being, at least you have to wait for more orcs to study it."

"By then, show them my results."

So far, Sarumman is still simple and everything is to defeat the enemy.

Until 3000 years, Sarumman suddenly learned a message.

From the derivation of Gondo.

Perhaps there is nothing to say, and there is nothing to report. This tightness shook some news that had been ignored by others.

One of them was occasionally leaning into Denelie in a tall tower occasionally in a far away.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

When the interview described the appearance of the tall tower, Sarumman shouted: "Stupid, so important news now!"

Denethal, he dared to use that spar!

"I have to warn--"

No.

Suddenly, Sarumman paused.

Denetar, the prime minister of this generation seems to be no different.

Did he defeat Sauron?

It's incredible.

Sarumman's eyes widened.

"Since you can do it, why can't I?"

Sarumman raised his head proudly and moved towards the room with the true chinensis.

Oh!

At the moment when I touched the true chinetite, there were two huge wishes to press it, and Sarumman directly slammed, almost fell to the ground.

One of the will is extremely tough, such as iron, giving him a head.

Another will is quiet and dark, vast, but not at the end, and the infectious power is extremely strong. Just touching his heart to cover a layer of haze.

Boom ——

The huge magic eyes are now in tall tower, and Sarumman's lips are dried.

The black figure slowly spoke:

"We are all the way."

Mowing

"Saruman, I always feel that your complexion is not very good. Is there anything annoying recently?"

A week later, Gandef, who came to the visit, frowned, staring at Sarumman with a doubt.

I wonder if it is illusory, I always feel like he is a bit tired?

"If you don't work hard, I'm fine."

Sarumman strongly refuted.

"Okay, then I don't ask."

Gan Daofu shook his head helplessly and said:

"I just want to come to you to discuss the northern matters. I think the wise Sarumman should already know that Angma and the evil creatures of Gentabard have been cleared by the Army of Liberty City State. Bring a lot of changes.

"Maybe, hum, I have to admit that Li Wei's hands are indeed very strong.

"Oh,‘ Circle Culture ’, you do n’t like to listen to Li Weiduo.”

Gan Daofu refuted for Li Wei: "As far as I see, the system of the free city -state has been mature, and there are even some shadows of Nunnor. Their only disadvantage is that it is not long enough. No small blow ... "

Listening to what Gan Daofu said, Sarumman couldn't stop shaking his head.

"It's hard to understand, the short -lived people are so, why don't you care too much?"

"You still don't understand, old friends." Gandef tried to correct some concepts of Sarumman.

It is just that he is destined not to succeed. Saruman in front of him does not say an open mind. During the discussion, Gandalf has such a feeling that Sarumman's attention is not on him at all. Doing something else.

"well--"

After sighing, when he saw Sarumman's absent -minded look, Gan Daofu no longer said more, but just got up silently.

Sarumman followed him behind him.

Just walked all the way to the door of Gaota.

Gan Daofu bowed slightly under the sun and bowed slightly, saying goodbye to Sarumman.

And Sarumman, he stood at the door, half of the sun shot, and the other half was under the darkness of the high tower.

Seeing Gan Daofu getting farther and farther, Sarumman seemed to wake up suddenly, raising his hand in the long back, as if to catch something.

"Wait, me ..."

The darkness hidden in his heart broke out again after the visitors left, trying to enter the highland.

"save…"

The tiny syllables were released from the throat, and the white robe wizard tried to launch the final struggle.

However, looking at the farther and farther figure, he couldn't say what he did anyway.

The pride of his heart did not allow him to ask for help from the gray robe that he thought he was low.

After all, the figure was far away.

Sarumman retracted his hands and clenched his fist, and the last light in his heart slowly dissipated.

When Gan Daofu's figure went far, he knew that he might miss the chance to change his destiny.

So Sarumman turned his back, walked towards the tower, and walked towards darkness.

"What to save?"

At this moment, an annoying voice suddenly sounded ahead.

Saruman raised his head suddenly, and saw a person sitting on the stairs leading to the upper level of the tower. The person stared at him with a smile, as if he was watching a good show.

"Don't you know how to knock on the door?"