Western border of Rohan.

Near the gathering places of humans, villages, and towns near the Aisin River.

At this time, fires were everywhere and thick smoke rolled.

A soldier with an old leather armor, armor, and even defensive equipment on his body. He wore a sweater and a yellow-faced and black-haired warrior crazily raged the people of the Rohan Kingdom.

Men, children and elderly people are slaughtered at will, while women are either insulted on the spot or kidnapped directly.

A large number of cries, screams, fighting, madness, and excitement echoed the entire sky.

The troops burned, killed and looted here were naturally the vanguard troops under Aisinger Saruman, and the black barbarians who were extremely hated by the Rohan Kingdom.

It also followed the attack of the Black Barbarians.

The war that Saruman had coveted against Rohan for a long time began.

......

Edoras.

Inside the Golden Palace.

When the darkness before Hiodon's eyes faded away and became bright.

When the beautiful figure squatting in front of him was the niece Iowin who had not met for a long time.

Xiorton's extremely chaotic head was also quickly becoming clear.

When his eyes moved away from his niece who was crying with joy, he looked up and saw a familiar figure standing in a tall white robe. He couldn't help but look surprised and said, "Gandalf..."

"Enjoy your free breath again, my friend."

Gandalf nodded at him and said in a deep voice.

After hearing Gandalf's words, the memories in Xiorton's mind were quickly recovering after a moment.

When he was somewhat troubled, he slowly stood up with the help of Iowin, looking at everyone in front of him, especially when he saw the "chief staff officer" Grima, who was trampled under his feet by the dwarf, with a pale and fearful expression.

At this moment, the chaotic memories in Xiorton's mind were almost connected.

"No wonder my dreams are always dark in recent times..."

"It seems that I can never wake up..."

Xiorton looked down at his dirty and dirty hands slowly clenched, muttering.

"As long as you can hold the sword, I believe you can easily regain the power of the past."

Gandalf said with a smile, taking a few steps back and standing with Morgan.

The words fell.

A footstep sounded quickly.

In the hall behind, when he saw the king-attributed warrior leader, he was so excited that he immediately quickly brought a long sword and handed it forward.

"His Majesty..."

The warrior leader spoke excitedly.

Xiorton reached out and held the hilt of the sword, slowly drew out the sword.

"Wow...wow..."

The trembling hands at the beginning gradually became stable as they slowly drew out the long sword.

"Wow!"

Finally, when Xiorton completely pulled out the sword, his hand holding the sword tightly stopped trembling.

At this moment, Xiorton had already remembered everything.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Grima who was trampled by the dwarf. The anger on his face reached its peak in the moment of awakening.

Xiorton immediately stepped forward, and only stepped down the low stairs, he immediately made his weak body shake. Morgan reached out to support Xiorton.

Iowin in front of the throne quickly stepped forward. She was anxious and held her uncle and grabbed Morgan's hand.

Morgan smiled at Eowen.

Iowin, who immediately realized that he had caught the wrong thing, immediately let go of Morgan's hand.

A faint blush on his face flashed away.

At this time, Xiorton had already stood firm, and walked towards the controlled Grima with an angry face.

Morgan then let go of the other party and let Eowen take charge of King Xiorton.

Seeing the king arrive, Jin Li immediately raised his feet, and Grima looked at the king who was walking with a sword, with an extremely frightened expression.

Xiorton raised his hand and stabbed it with a sword, but he was still too weak, and he was slowed down for half a beat and was hurriedly avoided by Grima, who was crawling backwards.

"Your Majesty, let me go..."

Grima retreated and spoke in horror.

Xiorton chased after a few steps with anger and then gasped.

It seemed that everyone knew that the king wanted to cook Grima himself, and no one else was doing anything.

Grima looked at the situation but did not dare to run away. He just looked at the king who was stroking with breath and shouted in panic: "Your Majesty, I really just want to serve you!"

"Serve for me?"

"It's just to use evil magic to let you be at your mercy like a puppet?"

"You almost made me think of climbing on the ground like a beast, Grima!"

Xiorton gritted his teeth and said with hatred, and the anger in his words was not concealed at all, nor needed.

"Bang!"

Siodon took another sword, but was avoided by Grima again.

"Your Majesty, that's not my intention."

"It's all Saruman!"

"It was all Saruman who asked me to do it, Your Majesty!"

Aware of King Siodon's murderous intent, Grima made a loud defense and retreated more quickly.

"Catch him!"

Xiorton immediately spoke as he looked at Grima who wanted to run.

Next second.

The warrior leader and another warrior immediately pressed the Grima to the ground.

Now, Grima, who could not escape, looked at the approaching Siodon and immediately screamed like a pig.

"Your Majesty!"

"Forgive me, I've been loyal to you for years..."

Grima cried and struggled hard.

"Shut up!"

"I will forgive you..."

Xiorton, who walked forward, shouted angrily, then raised his sword: "So, today is the death date!"

After Xiorton finished speaking, the sword in his hand immediately slashed.

At this time, Morgan followed Xiorton and watched Xiorton raise his sword toward Grima. He had no intention of helping Grima like Aragon in memory.

He remembered that in the plot, Aragon helped Grima block King Siodon's long sword, but what he got was a mouthful of phlegm from the real little person Grima.

Morgan couldn't be as generous as Aragon.

If he were Aragon, he would definitely be unable to help but kill Grima when he spitted out the phlegm.

Even though he knew that Grima was related to Saruman's behind him.

But Morgan doesn't care, so he won't be wronged about other things.

Just as he was watching Hiodon swing his sword at Grima indifferently now.

At the same time, he was always a little curious. If there was no Aragon's stop in the plot memory, would Siodon kill Grima?

Now, the answer is right in front of you.

"No, Your Majesty!"

Grima, who had his hands held down, looked at the long sword of cold light flashing in Xiorton's hand falling, and shouted in horror: "Your Majesty!"

"ah..."

As Grima's terror fell as the sword fell.

"puff..."
To be continued...