Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 164 Inheritance
As Faramir said, the cave was deeper than expected. The winding stone path effectively isolated the brilliant dragon flame, and a large part of the people inside were not affected.

Only the unlucky ones near the entrance of the cave raised their swords and sticks and prepared to resist after hearing the warning of the enemy attack.But what he didn't want to see was a fiery torrent of molten iron and gold. As a result, these pus-bad guys were immediately burned into balls of fire by the dragon flame.

Hearing the miserable howls of their companions and the brilliant fire, almost no one dared to rush out, they didn't understand what happened.Many people wanted to escape, but there was only one passage in the cave—these hooligans, ruffians, thugs, and highwaymen were not dwarves, and they were not so skilled to get through the two ends of the mountain.

"Drop your weapon and come out." Noratu said loudly, his majestic voice echoing in the deep cave. "In the name of El Pera, those who surrender live."

His brother stood beside him with sword, more convincing than words.

"It's the Silver King!" Someone said in fear.

"Fool, that big man won't come to trouble us in a country like Bree." A gloomy voice sounded from the darkness, trying to stir up the crowd, urging these timid fellows to rush out and fight for their lives, saying that the fire just now Nothing more than a trick by an attacker, like fireworks by a wandering wizard.

"Perhaps I can kill him with one arrow." Faramir walked up to the two princes, the look of astonishment still on his face.

"He's hiding behind the stone path, and your bow and arrow won't turn." Aratu frowned, feeling a little impatient with the stubborn resistance of these guys. "And he may be the leader of the enemy. We need information from him."

"It's not wise to fight in a narrow tunnel, Your Highness." Boromir also came over and reminded kindly. "Although they are ineffective guys, they are numerous in number, and a sharp arrow in the dark can easily kill a warrior."

Noratu glanced at the deep cave. The light of the torches and flames pulled the inner tunnel deeper, and the sharpness from the dragonborn and elves directly saw through the shadows there.

"Maybe we don't need to go in." He looked at his brother.

Aratu thought for a while and nodded.

Boromir and Faramir were puzzled.But what happened next allowed the former Prince of Gondor to see another power of the legendary Dragonborn.

"He just wants you to die." Noratu's voice softened and became full of magic. When he spoke, the flames in the cave even became much smaller.

"But you don't have to do that." Aratu's voice was more amazing than his brother's. Almost everyone who heard him couldn't help but stop and listen, couldn't help but want to echo, everything that went against this voice They all seem so sinful, but when you think about it carefully, you don't know what the voice said.

"Think about it, you have worked so hard and worked so hard to make your little lives better in the days to come? But if you lose your life because of this, it won't be worth it."

The people inside suddenly fell silent, as if they were thinking, and seemed to be overwhelmed by the voices of the two brothers. They were listening and struggling.

"No, they're lying, you can't listen to him." The first voice shouted in panic.Because he was not the object of these voices, but the target, so he only felt full of malice.

"Quiet!" Noratu narrowed his eyes and his voice became high-pitched. He said, "Stupid man, am I not saving you? From the shadow of evil and terror. Do you think that the master behind you will Will you protect you forever? When you have done so many evil things and your hands are covered with the blood of innocent people, your name has already been written on the doomsday list! When the final moment comes, you will face the judgment of the gods."

This angry voice made the stubborn man feel extremely terrified.He shivered, as if he had really seen the judgment from the gods.

Demagogic words can no longer be uttered.

But he still refused to give in, just hid inside and refused to come out.

Seeing this, Aratu's melodious voice sounded like music at the right time, as if he was thinking of him sincerely: "But if you can find your way back, the gods will be happy too. So will the rest of you. Wake up, ignorance Yes, deceived ones, you are being used as cannon fodder by evil to fight and disobey the gods. Isn't this a terrible thing? Wake up, you can still be saved, just drop your arms , come out, the gods will see your repentance."

Many people were shaken.For what they heard was a merciful king exhorting a erring favorite, and like naughty children or foolish servants, eavesdropping on the elusive conversation of their elders at the door, and worrying about their fate. What kind of impact will it have? The most important thing is that the weird stench and meaty smell that permeates the cave entrance is more convincing than any language.

The villains were timid, and they began to whisper, panic and uneasiness filled the whole cave.

Boromir and Faramir almost couldn't resist dropping their weapons too.They looked at each other, and it took a lot of willpower to suppress the magical voice in their heads.

"I...I surrender." In the cave, someone finally couldn't resist the magical voice of the twins, and the fear in his heart dropped the weapon in his hand, screaming and ran out: "Don't kill me, I didn't kill me before!" people."

"No!" The voice that was trying to provoke the crowd to resist Aratu and them suddenly woke up, and he shouted in horror: "Don't believe them, they are all liars."

"Now." Alatu's melodious and melodious voice became majestic, like thunder from the sky, shaking the stones above the deep cave to keep falling, and the sound amplified countless times almost made the ears of the people inside. All deaf: "Catch those who dare to disobey the voice of the king, I, the son of Turka Arakano, Aratu Alakano forgive you!"

There was a silence in the cave, and then the noise of hope and the cry of despair sounded almost at the same time.

Boromir and Faramir couldn't help taking a step back, looking at the twins with a look of awe in their eyes.

When this farce came to an end, only more than 30 thieves survived from the bandit group of nearly a hundred people.Nearly 30 of them died at the hands of their own people.

And the rest either died from Aratu's first dragon flame, or in the end, they still fought desperately, and Boromir chopped off their heads without hesitation.

"Keledorien forgave you, but I didn't say it." The former Crown Prince of Gondor said to them: "I am not Turka Arakano's retainer, and I don't need to obey the laws of the Kingdom of Elpera. Law!"

Regarding this, neither Aratu nor Noratu said anything.

"Now." Aratu took off the hood on his head, stood in front of a guy with dark eyes and a rebellious face, and asked in an unquestionable tone: "Tell me, who is your master behind the scenes?"

This fellow is the leader of this gang of rogues, thugs, and murderers.

It is he who has been trying to provoke these hateful guys to challenge the young dragonborn.

He was a head taller than the Bree, and he was strong and brave. His men were controlled by the magical voice of the twins, and he even killed several old companions when he rebelled.

"He is a black Númenorean from the south." Faramir looked at the slightly darker complexion of the other party, a little surprised.

But this guy spat at him disdainfully, "The running dog of the gods."

"enough."

Aratu's eyes changed from ordinary black to golden, as charming and dangerous as amber under the starlight, "Tell me what you know, and I will set you free."

The bandit leader wanted to turn his head away, but found that he couldn't control his body. He fixedly looked into the eyes of the silver-white king's son full of magic power, and answered involuntarily: "I am inspired by Kehamur, the mysterious black knight, the terrifying The order of one of the nine kings, one of the nine kings, to create chaos and spread fear near the human towns in the north. A day ago, the black knight found me and said that the enemy of the master had set out from the Shire, and asked me to intercept and kill hobbits in the chaos. People. But the guy who went to Bree yesterday reported that he found several humans who spoke Elvish, so the black knight left overnight. I don't know where he went, and I dare not ask."

Noratu asked: "Who is your master? Where is he?"

The fierce and unruly black Númenoreans struggled immediately, looking at the twins with extreme fear and uneasiness in their eyes.In addition, a certain force also prevented him from betraying his real master behind the scenes. This force was so powerful that the immature Aratu could not contend with it for the time being.

"You should never rebel against my master, he is darkness, he is death, and he is the real master of this land!" The enemy broke free from Alatu's control and shouted, but was kicked by Boromir, The sharp knife in his hand pressed against his throat to suppress him.

"Don't think we don't know, your master is Sauron!" Boromir said through gritted teeth, the cold blade even cut the enemy's throat.

But the enemy was not afraid at all, and instead smiled grimly: "Son of Denethor, do you think you can intimidate me? My master is more powerful than you, and you are just a poor dog in front of him! The power of your family It's just a joke, your city, your people, will sooner or later be in flames! Actually, he did."

He shouted to the sons of the silver king: "Your world will be destroyed, and our time will come!"

"But you can't see it anymore." Aratu chopped off his head with a sword.Surprised, Boromir let go of the headless body, avoiding being stained by the gushing blood.

The prisoners nearby trembled.

"You promised to give him freedom." Noratu said in bewilderment as he looked at the hideous head that had died in peace.

His elder brother shook the still smooth saber in disgust, and put it back into the scabbard: "I freed him from the burden of this world, he is free."

"But he has more information." Noratu frowned.

"His heart has long been controlled by fear, and he will not reveal more valuable information. Besides, I think he has already answered your question." Aratu looked thoughtfully at Brother Boromir, and then moved away. open sight.

He looked south. "Now, we have more important things to do."

So Boromir and Faramir parted with the twins for the time being, for they were to bring the rest of their captives to Bree to be judged.Maybe they will be thrown into prison and spend the rest of their lives as prisoners, or they may be secretly released.But anyway, Aratu promised what they had done.

Instead of killing them, he gave them a chance.As for whether they will cherish it or not, Aratu doesn't care.

Taking advantage of the darkness, the twins ran swiftly in the field almost without stopping.Like two nimble deer, they ran quickly through the forest, climbed one long hillside after another, ran past Bree's fence, crossed the narrow river valley and countryside, and headed straight to the ancient mounds in the south. .

They ran so fast that if Boromir and the others were still around, they would not be able to keep up with the twins.The waxing moon climbed up to the western sky, and the stars appeared in the sky, illuminating their way forward.

The wind was blowing beside their sharp ears, and the shadow of the earth continued to pass behind them.

"Look." Aratu said to his brother, pointing to the long shadow in the sky, "That's the ancient mound hills. I saw it on the map in my father's study."

At this time, the eastern sky began to show white, the stars faded, and the gray sky was slowly getting brighter.

Noratu raised his eyes and looked into the distance, only to find that the mountains to the west were shrouded in ominous black clouds and white mist, and some kind of evil force filled the whole hills.

"We were late, they were ambushed by the enemy, and hopefully some of them survived," he said.

Aratu said, "Wizards are not simple characters. Father thinks highly of them. I believe Lord Mithrandil must have a way to escape in that situation."

"I have confidence in Lord Mithrandil, but our enemies should not be underestimated. The most important thing is that there are weak hobbits among them. They are not strong fighters." Noratu said .

"Then we should step up our actions," Aratu said.

They followed the path and moved forward quickly.The physique of the dragonborn makes the two brothers energetic, ignoring running all night, and the blood of the elves allows them to fully grasp the strength of every muscle in the body, so that they can use their strength more reasonably.

Like the wind, they passed through the desolate field between Guzhong Hill and the North-South Highway, and rushed into the desolate and deep Guzhong Hill.The dense fog and shadows pervading the mountain stream could not hinder them in the slightest.In their inherited blood, they have the ability to see through all fog.

But they have also grown cautious.Because ever since the two brothers entered this mountainous area shrouded in mist and shadows, a certain cold force had vaguely appeared around them.

"I don't like this place. Death haunts this land. The twisted souls refuse to leave, peeking at the world of the living." Noratu pulled out the sword Lingier.The slender and slender sword body, which was flowing like water, immediately emitted shining starlight, illuminating the surrounding fog like the Milky Way in the sky.

"This is one of the ancient battlefields. The Númenoreans fought many battles here, and the nearby hills and plains were filled with corpses." Aratu drew out his sword Aranus, and the blue and red flames burst into flames. Obviously, it dispelled a large area of ​​shadows.

"I remember my father said that there may be corpses nearby."

They carefully searched a large area around the ground, but found no signs of fighting.So the brothers moved on.

Suddenly, Aratu and Noratu stopped at the same time.

I saw a blazing glare burst out at the other end of the valley.

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