After leaving the forest, Fang Zheng asked the prince for a place to repair the Lightning, to which the prince naturally agreed. After all, if such a huge ship was close to villages and towns, it would cause panic, so the prince placed it near a relatively remote valley. Fang Zheng rode a horse with the prince and the marshal to the castle of Rohan to see what happened to the king who was cursed by the wizard.

It was already evening when the group returned to the castle. The capital of Rohan was built on a cliff, surrounded by steep cliffs, and the houses on it were all made of wood. But for some reason, Fang Zheng always felt that this layout seemed very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before...

It would be even more like it if there was a guard with an arrow in the knee.

Soon, the group walked into the palace. Because the prince and the marshal were leading the way, the soldiers guarding the palace did not stop them. However, many people still looked at Fang Zheng, who was following behind them in strange clothes, in confusion, and could not figure out what was going on.

"Father."

Entering the palace, the prince knelt on one knee in front of the King of Rohan who was on the throne.

"Saruman has assembled a large army of orcs and is about to attack Rohan. We must take action!"

“…”

However, in the face of the prince's request, the old man sitting on the throne remained silent. He looked like a puppet sitting on the throne, with a pale face, with hair and beard like withered roots, and seemed to be very old. He just closed his eyes and sat on the throne motionless. If someone who didn't know saw him, they might think he was dead.

"If we don't defend our country, Saruman will take it away from us!"

At this time, Eikenbrand also hurriedly spoke, but at this moment, a sinister voice sounded from the side.

"lie."

Fang Zheng turned his head curiously and saw a greasy black-haired man wearing a black robe and with a face as pale as a snake walking out from one side of the hall. He stared at the two of them and whispered.

"Saruman the White has always been our ally."

"Orcs are rampant in our land! They act recklessly and kill innocent people at will!"

The prince now became more and more excited.

"They all bear the White Hand mark of Saruman. I have proof!"

While shouting, the prince suddenly swung his hand and threw a broken helmet to the ground. On the top of the helmet was a white palm mark.

“…”

However, even with the prince's excited narration, the old king remained unmoved. He looked like he had Alzheimer's disease, leaning blankly on the chair. The greasy black-haired man approached the old king and looked at the prince with a contemptuous expression.

"These are nothing but fanciful fantasies, can't you see? The king is disappointed in you. You came here not to greet him, but with a series of baseless accusations... accusing our allies, the great White Robes. And..."

Having said that, the greasy black-haired man stared at Fang Zheng, a vicious look in his eyes.

"And who is this man? Why did you bring him here?"

"Oh, I'm here to get treatment."

Facing the question from the greasy black-haired man, Fang Zheng chuckled.

"Because they said the king didn't look well, so I came to see if I could be of any help."

As he spoke, Fang Zheng stared at the old king sitting on the throne.

"Now it seems that there is indeed a place where I can help..."

Having said that, Fang Zheng stretched out his right hand, grasped the old king in front of him, and then pulled hard!

“——!!!”

The next moment, everyone was surprised to see a phantom of an old man with white hair and beard and wearing a white robe suddenly fly out of the old king's body and float in the air as if bound. The old king's body trembled suddenly and stood up from the chair, as if there was some invisible connection between him and the phantom.

“Father!!”

Seeing this scene, the prince was extremely surprised, and the greasy man next to him was stunned and speechless.

"Oh, you are Saruman."

Fang Zheng held Saruman's shadow in his hand and stared at him with a smile, while the latter stared at Fang Zheng with his eyes wide open.

"Who are you?! Why do you have such power... Such power... Impossible..."

"You don't need to know this, Saruman. I still have high hopes for you, but it's a pity that you have fallen into my hands..."

Having said this, Fang Zheng suddenly clenched his hands. With a wail, the next moment Saruman's phantom instantly vanished into thin air, and the old king also screamed and collapsed back into his chair.

"Father!!"

At this time, a blonde woman in a black robe rushed out from behind and came to the old king, while the prince and the marshal also hurried over. The remaining fully armed soldiers immediately drew their swords and surrounded Fang Zheng. They didn't know what had just happened, but they were sure that this man had done something.

At the same time, the greasy black-haired man shouted again.

"He is trying to murder the king, do it now and kill him!!"

“Don’t move!!”

However, before the black-haired greasy man finished speaking, a dull roar suddenly sounded. At the same time, the prince, the marshal, and the woman who were originally surrounding the throne all retreated to the sides, but unlike before, their faces were now filled with excitement.

As they moved, the old king sitting on the throne appeared in front of everyone again.

Unlike his decrepit appearance just now, the old king now looked full of energy. His originally messy hair and beard that looked like dead grass had quietly disappeared, and his hair had regained its vitality. The old king slowly moved his eyes, stared at Fang Zheng, and then spoke.

"You saved me?"

"It's a piece of cake, your majesty."

Facing the old king's question, Fang Zheng chuckled.

"…You saved me, you freed me from the nightmare…"

As he spoke, the old king slowly stood up, and the woman beside him hurriedly supported him. But the old king waved his hand and slowly stood up.

"Bring me the sword!!"

Hearing the old king's order, the attendant beside him hurriedly handed over the sword. Looking at the long sword in front of him, the old man stretched out his hand. His arm was shaking because he had not exercised for a long time, but the moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, he seemed to have returned to the past and turned back into a brave warrior. Then, the old king suddenly drew out the long sword, and his eyes, which were originally a little cloudy, slowly turned and stared at the black-haired greasy man who was now collapsed on the side.

At this moment, the old king's eyes regained their original spirit.

“Woooooa ...

The greasy black-haired man was thrown out of the palace and tumbled down the stairs, while the old king walked out slowly with a sword in hand, glaring at him.

"You despicable and shameless snake! Your magic used to treat me like a dying beast! And now, I want you to pay the price for it!!"

"No, King, please forgive me!"

Facing the angry old king, the greasy black-haired man begged tremblingly.

"I have always been your loyal servant!!"

"Shut up!!"

Looking at the greasy black-haired man in front of him, the old king glared at him angrily. This man betrayed his trust. He used poison and witchcraft to make himself lose his mind and become Saruman's substitute puppet. Although the old king was always drowsy during the period of being manipulated by Saruman, he could still feel everything happening around him. It was like a nightmare that he would never wake up from, but now, the nightmare is finally over!

Thinking of this, the old king raised his sword high, pointed it at the greasy black-haired man in front of him, and then chopped it down hard.

"ah--!!!"

With a scream, the greasy black-haired man fell into a pool of blood and became a corpse. The old king also took a few steps back, panting, before he managed to stabilize himself.

"That's about it."

Fang Zheng clapped his hands and looked at the prince beside him.

"Saruman used his mind to control His Majesty the King, but he is fine now. I have completely destroyed his spirit, and I think he is rolling on the ground in pain. As for His Majesty the King... it must not be comfortable to have his body controlled for such a long time. Rest well and he will be able to recover soon."

"Thank you so much."

Hearing Fang Zheng's words, the prince was so excited that he didn't know what to say. He asked Fang Zheng for help because he was desperate. But he didn't expect that this man who looked younger than himself actually had such profound magic power. Even Saruman was no match for him... I'm afraid even Gandalf the Grey doesn't have this ability!

"You're welcome. I told you it's just a small favor."

Fang Zheng nodded to the prince.

"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave..."

As he spoke, Fang Zheng bowed to the prince. Hearing Fang Zheng's words, the prince was stunned for a moment, then quickly spoke.

"Wait, sir, please be sure..."

However, before the prince could finish his words, a gust of wind blew past, and then Fang Zheng, who was standing in front of him, completely disappeared without a trace.

“…”

Looking at the empty ground in front of him, the prince was also confused. He had hoped to get to know this strange wizard well, but he didn't expect that the other party's actions were much faster than he thought. Before he could finish his words, the other party disappeared.

"What's wrong? My child?"

At this moment, the old king also came over. He looked at his son in confusion, and then looked around.

"Where is the wizard?"

"He...he went back and said that he had finished his work..."

The prince didn't know what to say.

"Well, wizards are all weird."

The old king saw what the prince was thinking at a glance, and couldn't help but laugh and patted his shoulder.

"Come on, my son, let's go back first. You haven't told me where you found such a powerful wizard."