Chapter 1361: Just talk about it, no idea

Saruman murmured, Russell, like Gandalf, had reached the point of infallibility and had already bottomed out. There was no fall.
He clenched a fist and coughed slightly, pointing to the black sky above his head, puzzled: "What's going on in the palace, what's going on with Mordor?"
"When you are bored, take old friends like Gandalf and Aragorn for fun."
"..."
"Why, what do your eyes mean, can't it?"
"It's alright, I have no personal opinion, but..."
Saruman looked at the sky again, with a strange expression: "Why do you want to have fun with Gandalf, he immediately descended on the Middle-earth Continent?"
With regard to smart people, Saruman saw that Russell had the authority, and he might have a high status.
"Because I talked to Iluvita and would like to lend Gandalf to me for fun."
Russell patted Saruman on the shoulder, raising his eyebrows and said: "Perform well, whether you can return to the peak of Maya, and wash away the humiliation Gandalf has given you, depends on the next performance."
Goo!
Saruman swallowed fiercely and quickly wiped off the cold sweat from his head. By now, no matter how stupid he is, he knows that Russell's identity is extraordinary, higher than he thought.
This thigh, his white robe Saruman hugged!
After clarifying his goal and direction, Saruman immediately settled for Russell and pointed to the barren land of Mordor: "Great God, Mordor does not have a single soldier, if it is..."
Huh! !
With Russell waved his hand, hundreds of thousands of bones climbed out of the Goghros Plain, and when they all broke out of the ground, the sky was full of black sand and turned into armors, swords and other weapons.
Looking in the distance from a high altitude, I saw countless small green dots wandering across the plain. Those were the eyes of the undead. The number of them made the scalp numb.
"Orcs... undead..."
Saruman was dumbfounded, and originally wanted to say that he had the skill to explode soldiers. Upon seeing this scene, he shut up and did not show his ugliness.
"There are soldiers but no generals. After all, they are guerrillas who are scattered and courageous. Looking at the crowds, they are actually vulnerable."
Russell muttered to himself, waved his hand and pulled out the ‘big nephew’ Adarion from the black robe, slapped him on the back of the head, and awakened him from his coma.
Ada Ryan opened her eyes in confusion and focused her eyes. In front of her were two strangers, the kind-looking grandfather with white beard, and a young man in a black robe.
How should I put it, although he is young, his knowledge is not small. Since he was trained as a crown prince, he can tell at a glance that these two are not good people.
"you guys……"
"It doesn't matter who we are, the key is you, Adrian, do you want to be a king?"
Russell interrupted Ada Ryan's question, and I was tired of listening to too many questions like ‘who are you’.
"I am the king, the future King Gondor!"
Adarian raised her chest and raised her head. She was in a dangerous situation and didn't show any cowardice. It can be seen that Aragorn and Arwen have cultivated him very well.
"That's not necessarily. You are still young. Some things are not as simple as you think."
Russell touched the young man’s forehead, and was not touched by him. He was not embarrassed. He told about the horror of the adult world: "Your parents have elven blood and can live a long, long time. Although the king is a short-lived errand, consider it. Bloodline, Aragorn still has to reign for at least a hundred years, you future king...Tsk..."
"I also have elven blood, it's only a hundred years, I'm not afraid, I can wait!"
At first, Ida Ryan was shocked by the 100-year number, and his face turned pale, and then he recovered and blushed to retort.
"Young man, your hair will be gray in a hundred years, and, don't you really think you can become a king in a hundred years?"
Saruman stroked his white beard, and mended the knife: "The King Elisa and his wife are still young, and they will have children. After a hundred years, how many brothers and sisters do you have... I will count as one birth per year, one hundred One hundred in a year, isn’t it too much?"
Russell: (￣□￣;)
Ida Ryan: ┌(.Д.)┐
Reasonable, it's too much!
"Don't talk nonsense, look scared the child, his face is deformed."
Russell gave Saruman a glance. Maya was indeed not a human being, and he could say one every year.
He raised his hand and touched Ada Ryan's head. The boy was shocked by the output of one a year. He suspected that he had not escaped his stiffness in his life, and he was pressed and rubbed his head.
"Ada Ryan, don't listen to him nonsense. One year a year is impossible. No matter how good the relationship is for a hundred years, you will get tired of it. Maybe your parents will leave in fifty years."
Russell made the devil's speech and continued to bombard the young mind of Adarion, feeding the poison: "So, out of your 100 younger siblings, at least 60 are your father and other women. raw."
"Wow, wow--"
Adrian didn't say anything, the image of perfect parents in her heart collapsed, and she started to howl and cry.
"It's all you, all you talk nonsense!"
Russell was furious and punched Saruman's face with a bang. The latter flew upside down and exploded a mushroom cloud in the distant plain.
The effect was outstanding, and Adarion shuddered in fright, stood obediently, and stopped crying immediately.
Hardcore coax kids!
"Ada Ryan, having said so much, is nothing more than to make you understand a truth, whether you are a man or a king, you still have to rely on yourself after all, especially the crown prince of the country, your father is unreliable, so..."
Speaking of this, Russell squinted his eyes slightly, smashed his eyes, and concluded: "The throne was robbed, and no matter how bad it was, it was defeated by himself."
"..."
Ada Ryan was taken aback, and after careful consideration, Russell's words made sense.
"Now, I give you a chance to be a king on your own, do you want?"
"want!"
Ida Ryan spoke firmly, and was fully guarded after speaking, lest he be deceived by bad guys.
"Don't be afraid, if I'm going to hurt you, white knives go in and red knives go out, no one knows the wilderness, why bother to give you another chance?"
"..."
Ada Ryan nodded subconsciously. Although Russell looked bad, what he said made sense.
"Come on, this Frostmourne is given to you. With it, you can command an army of six hundred thousand half-orcs on the Googros Plain, as well as an exclusive mount for the bone dragon."
Russell handed over a magnificent magic sword with an ice blue magic pattern, and added: "600,000 people don't need to eat or drink or rest. There is no army that feels pain and fears death. This is the power your father dreams of."
At a young age, Adarion could not stand this temptation. He heard that he was stronger than his father Aragorn, and immediately drooled at the sword.
The appearance was very good, and the more he watched, the happier he became. He tremblingly stretched out his hand, took the long sword and held it in his hand.
It's done!
The corner of Russell’s mouth twitched slightly. A mere ten-year-old prince Gondor, how could he withstand the temptation of Frostmourne, he also...
Ahem, in short, this kind of gorgeous and powerful artifact, children simply can't stand it.
"Such terrifying energy, such a powerful weapon..."
Saruman ran back with a gray head and face, staring at Frostmourne, the look of envy, jealousy and hatred made Adaryan subconsciously puff up his chest.
Rumble! !
At this moment, the earth rumbling and trembling, the bone dragon with a body length of more than 100 meters climbed out of the ground, and Adarion on top of his head, flapped his wings and flew straight to the sky, soaring in the huge Gogros Plain.
On the plains, whenever the bone dragon passed by at low altitude, the nearby half-orc undead knelt on the ground, raising their weapons to offer their loyalty.
Soon, Adrian's screams with a slight fear of heights changed, and his excitement was mixed with excitement, and he felt that he could hang the Middle-earth Continent by himself.
It is not an illusion, at this moment, he can really sling the Middle-earth Continent.
"Okay, there are soldiers and generals, just wait for Gandalf's fool to deliver him."
Russell nodded secretly. As expected, he immediately instigated Aragorn's son.
It is conceivable that this kid will suffer from flesh and blood in the future.
"Great God, what about me?"
Saruman was dumbfounded. The 600,000 fully equipped half-orc undead army could not be exaggerated to say that it was a walking natural disaster. This game, Gandalf's side came to nothing.
Then the question is, under the huge disparity, where is the opportunity for him to perform?
Without a chance to show, how could the salty fish turn over, how could he point at Gandalf's nose and swear?
"It's easy to say that when you and Gandalf are facing each other, all your grievances will be vented, and the fight is good. I will help you with Iluvita. This is not the right thing!"
"Hey, I will trouble you."
Suddenly, Saruman seemed to have thought of something, glanced at the sky secretly, and whispered: "Great God, I will go to the Woodland Kingdom now and persuade a hundred beauties of the Elf race to descend."
"This...this is not so good!"
Russell took a breath, and he just said casually that Saruman who was watching took it seriously.
"It's persuading to surrender, the elf is willing, there is no coercion, what's wrong?"
"Hugh nonsense, am I that kind of person? Get out, right away, don't let me see you again."
Russell scolded with a stern face, and shook his hand to make Saruman go away, don't smudge his eyes here.
Although he knew a long time ago that the so-called white robe is darker than one after being cut, but it is too dark.
"..."
Saruman rolled his eyes. As a mature Maya, UU read www.uukanshu.com he knew what Russell meant.
Persuading to surrender still has to persuade, and we don't wait for people to set off immediately, but this black pot has a bad reputation and can only be carried by Saruman!
Just remember it, as long as you can go back, he doesn't care.
Besides, Gandalf was used to throwing a lot of black pots on him.
Thinking of this, Saruman flees into the earth, using the skills that his physical body currently has, and rushing towards the woodland kingdom.
"He~~tui, Mai Ya's thoughts are too dirty, who do you look down on!"
Russell frowned and despised, Saruman still thinks too much, but he doesn't know that he is really casual and has no idea.
but……
Go ahead, in such a large Demon King's Palace, there is indeed a shortage of servants who can serve tea and water.
Looking at Ida Ryan, who was riding a bone dragon yelling in the sky, Russell turned and walked into the Demon King’s Palace. Coulson and Bruce let them go first. The script of Middle-earth Continent was more interesting. He planned to live for a long time.