Start with the Eye of Sauron

"After being Isidur, I have the ability to restrain Sauron. I am afraid that there is a reason why the Holy Spirit chose me."

Seeing the deep fear in Soros' eyes, Aragorn held the long sword in his hand, and his loose hair fluttered in the wind.

Seeing Aragorn, who was wearing a crown and holding a long sword, rushing towards him, Soros suddenly smiled and held the two-handed sword with both hands.

"Sauron is really trembling with fear, but I'm not afraid of you."

Controlling his trembling body, Soros began to fight Aragorn in real battle.

The long sword collided with the two-handed sword, and directly wiped out a row of sparks. Aragorn has part of the blessing of the Holy Spirit, and his current strength is no longer inferior to that of Soros, who has the blood of a werewolf.

With a bang, a gap was cut in the two-handed sword, and Aragorn's long sword slashed directly at Soros's head. Soros raised his right hand, and the two-handed sword lay across his head.

The long sword kept pressing down, and the two-handed sword on the top of his head was getting closer and closer to his hair. Soros' face flushed red, and the upper and lower rows of teeth began to chatter constantly.

"Aragorn, can you really restore the glory of your family?"

With one side of his body ruthlessly, the long sword cut directly at Soros' thigh, and a deep cut was made. With a burning pain, Soros held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and once again slashed at Allah in front of him. tribute.

The long sword held Soros' two-handed sword and was pressed against Aragorn's shoulders. Soros released a secondary healing technique, and the wound on his thigh healed a little.

"His attack still has the effect of the Holy Spirit!"

"After becoming Isidur, I will safeguard the honor of my family."

Aragorn answered Soros' question, lifted the long sword in his hand fiercely, took Soros's two-handed sword horizontally, and slashed forward.

Ma Niubi was smeared directly on the neck and fell to the ground. Soros used a healing technique to hang its life.

Falling on the snow, some wounds were shaken open, Soros' inner clothes were dyed red, and with a wave of his two-handed sword, Aragorn's mount was directly disemboweled.

Watching Aragorn fall to the ground, Soros rolled to his side and kicked his long sword away.

Holding the long sword, Soros slashed at the fallen Aragorn. Aragorn raised his calf and kicked on Soros' palm.

Pain in his palm, Soros threw away his two-handed sword, and Aragorn jumped up directly, crushing Soros' body, and punched directly to Soros's face.

The side face was hit hard, Soros was a little dizzy, and his two teeth sprayed on the snow beside him along with the blood.

Aragorn raised his fist again, and Soros stepped forward, hitting Aragorn's nose directly with his forehead.

Aragorn's face was covered with blood in an instant, and if it wasn't for the special ability of the Holy Spirit to treat him, he would probably be disfigured.

Taking the opportunity to get up, Soros kicked Aragorn a distance away, and reached out to grab the two-handed sword next to him.

Aragorn grabbed his right leg again, and Soros threw the air cannon back.

The imaginary removal of the grip on the right leg did not happen. Aragorn still dragged Soros, pulled him hard, and pressed him down.

"Having obtained the last inheritance of the Holy Spirit, ordinary spells cannot harm him anymore."

Soros turned over, directly pressed Aragorn under him, straightened his body, and locked Aragorn's body.

Aragorn struggled as hard as he could, but he couldn't get away. The two kept rolling on the snow, and the surrounding battlefield seemed to be far away from them.

"Kill me, and Middle Earth will fall into endless samsara. Haven't you defeated Sauron, and then, even if there are no orcs and Modo, can you really have a peaceful life?"

"The tall elves, the dwarves with explosive tempers, and the intrigue among the human race..."

Soros spoke vaguely, and Aragorn was still using brute force to break free from Soros' shackles.

His back was rubbing against the bottom, and Soros's back was quickly worn out. He clenched his teeth and said the words he wanted to say the most.

"Aragorn, after killing me with the power of the Holy Spirit, I can guarantee that you will never have peace in the days to come."

"Have the people under your command ever truly obeyed you, regarded you as their true hero, and resolved the catastrophe, you have already done it once, and then?"

"What Middle-earth needs is true liberation, not the complete annihilation of any side!"

"Recognize reality, Aragorn!"

Looking at the thick clouds in the sky, and feeling the heart-piercing roar of the man behind him, scenes emerged in Aragorn's eyes.

Not long ago, Gandalf smiled and said something very important to him. The old wizard was the guardian he respected most in Middle-earth.

Among the human race, after the establishment of a church, they feel a little constrained in doing things. In the end, it seems that there are some different voices about everything.

What the people below said was true.

Aragorn suddenly didn't want to struggle any longer, he lightened his strength.

The people behind him slowly let go of him, looking at the thick clouds in front of him, he lay quietly on the ground.

The sound coming from beside him was not small, and the sound of fighting was continuing, and the power to end this sound was in his hands.

What exactly do you want, and what will Middle Earth look like in the end?
"Have you figured it out?"

Soros lay quietly beside Aragorn, and looked up at the sky with him. There was cold snow under his body, but his chest was extremely hot.

"I should believe in myself, which means."

Aragorn slowly got up from the ground, he stretched out his hand and pulled Soros up.

"I believe you."

System: "The holy spirit has been killed, reward the host item, the sword of judgment."

The injuries on his body suddenly recovered quickly, and a brand new power was revealed from Soros' body.

The clouds in the sky continued to thicken, orange lightning pierced the sky, and fell to the ground continuously. All the troops put down their weapons one after another and looked nervously at the scene in front of them.

The hysterical laughter kept echoing in Soros's mind. He clenched his hands tightly, and a sense of pleasure gushed out of Soros' body crazily.

Finally, all the obstacles in front of him were cleared away.

The wings behind his back rose, and Soros flew into the sky. Orange lightning kept chopping down beside him, changing the color of the situation. . .

"Everyone, put down your weapons..."