Chapter 347 Game
"Saruman!"
Gandalf said in an excited and stern tone: "Doesn't Saruman the Wise understand that these Orcs are not natural creatures at all. They are the product of distortion."
"They have no souls, nor are they the children of the Creator God. Their existence itself represents evil. Even if they obey you now, you cannot change their nature."
"unless…"
"unless?"
Saruman repeated curiously, in a neutral tone.
Gandalf narrowed his eyes.
"Unless you turn to evil."
"Hmph, evil."
Saruman looked somewhat disdainful.
"Of course I know what you said, but so what? I am just using the enemy's method to fight the enemy. As for the rest, you just have to watch."
"Once the enemy is completely destroyed, these 'weapons' will no longer be necessary to deal with the enemy. I will make them disappear along with Sauron's destruction."
"No, Saruman, you still don't understand. They are not as simple as 'weapons'. In the name of Ilúvatar, you are now touching a taboo."
"How dare you speak in his name?"
When he heard this name, Saruman was really angry.
Because of this name, the name of the Creator God represents the highest level of authority in this world, at least no one on the side of the free people dares to disobey.
When people swear, they always say they swear in the name of something.
Dwarves and Men would swear by their great ancestors and legendary leaders, while Elves would swear by the Valar, by the names of the gods.
But no one dared to use the name of the God of Creation without permission.
In fact, most things in this world are not qualified to be sworn in with that name. This name will only be mentioned in extremely high-level and authoritative occasions.
Now that Gandalf said this, it was equivalent to completely denying Saruman, so completely that he even denied himself.
How could Saruman not be angry?
"I just want to tell you that no matter what your purpose is or who you use them against, what you are doing now is already pushing you in the dark direction."
"The evil of Mordor does not abate, but that of Isengard increases."
At this point, Gandalf shook his head and sighed again.
However, opposite him, Saruman was also quite disappointed.
"Gandalf, I thought you were wise enough to understand what I did, but it seems I overestimated you."
"But your corruption and ignorance disappoint me."
"You are the one who disappoints me, Saruman. I have only seen a wise man here today who is going in the opposite direction of his mission."
Gandalf stared at Saruman.
Saruman also stared at Gandalf.
Amid the deafening shouts of the Orcs and Dunlendings at the foot of the tower, Gandalf took a deep breath, turned around and prepared to leave this noisy place.
"What are you going to do?" Saruman couldn't help but ask from behind.
"Go and reveal your actions so that everyone can judge them together. Before that, you'd better not take any other actions."
"That won't do."
Saruman raised his black staff.
Clang.
The doors closed one after another.
Gandalf frowned and turned slowly.
"What are you going to do, Saruman?"
"My friend, I can't let you ruin my plan."
Saruman slowly sat down on the chair and said, "You just stay here and watch how the enemy is destroyed. Then you will know who is right and who is backward."
Gandalf made no response.
The scene fell silent again.
Both of them froze there without moving.
Until Saruman said that.
"Tell me, Gandalf, where is the One Ring now, and what arrangements have you made?"
He gently touched the 'Star Ring' on his hand and said:
"As a wizard of all colors, I am confident that I can take on all the responsibilities of an Istar (wizard), including pushing Sauron to destruction, but this requires more powerful power, and what I have now is not enough..."
"You disappoint me, Saruman."
The hanging heart finally died.
Gandalf raised his staff and turned his head sharply, but the next moment he flew out and hit the door with a thud.
"Ha, I guessed that you were going to make some futile struggles. It seems that I have to teach you a lesson before you can talk to me properly..."
“That’s what I was going to say, too.”
Boom!
Flames ignited in the air, and Gandalf lit the fire of his own hope.
He stood tall against the horrifying demonic sound and the spreading darkness, shouted loudly, raised his staff and pushed back Saruman's telekinesis.
"Do you think I'm still the same person I used to be?"
Saruman had a cold face and increased his output.
The Star Ring shone brightly, and a huge pressure swept over, blowing out the flames on Gandalf's body.
"puff--"
Gandalf fell to the ground, rolled several times, and finally hit the wall.
The cane rolled to one side, and the pipe hanging on it was broken.
Gandalf felt distressed when he saw this.
"Give up the meaningless struggle and cooperate with me."
Saruman came over slowly, kicked Gandalf's staff away cautiously, looked at the cracked old pipe on it, and said, "I'll give you a new one."
"It has been with me for more than a few hundred years..."
Gandalf complained, and when Saruman approached, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Saruman's leg. With such a pull, Saruman fell straight to the ground without warning, and his head made a crisp sound when it hit the floor.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gandalf rolled over, picked up his staff, and pointed it at Saruman.
Saruman got up trembling and quickly raised his staff to deal with it.
"Despicable guy!"
"All is fair in war."
Boom! A new round of fighting began. There were fiery red and bright white lights flashing in the tower of Orthanc. The two old wizards were fighting fiercely.
Boom! As the two continued to release their own magic power to fight against each other, one of them was attracted by the evil gathered here.
The gaze was so hidden that the two people who were fighting passionately did not notice it, not even someone as careful as Gandalf.
Clang.
"Oh, I won."
After fighting for a long time, Saruman, who felt a dull pain at the back of his head and had a swelling on his face, declared victory to Gandalf.
Gandalf was lying on the ground, breathing hard, and looked much more miserable than Saruman.
He no longer wanted to talk.
Tired, destroy it.
I have tried my best.
and…
He glanced furtively at Saruman's right hand.
That ring is definitely related to Levi.
"Get up, Gandalf. I know you have more potential than this."
Saruman proudly showed off to Gandalf: "Do you recognize my power now?"
Gandalf took a deep breath, raised his head and said, "You..."
Plop.
My heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Gandalf shuddered all over, his eyes suddenly widened, and he didn't even care about the injuries on his body, and staggered to his feet.
Something is wrong! Saruman had the same reaction as him, and they both looked out the window.
hiss--
A sharp and piercing cry resounded through the sky. The Dark Barbarians and the Orc army under the tower raised their heads together, and saw nine dark figures riding on ferocious beasts with wing membranes circling in the air.
(End of this chapter)
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