Wesley glanced around at the undead army and said, "If Aragorn lets you go, it will be equivalent to denying the battle I command. The battle is coming to an end. You are just sitting back and enjoying the benefits. The enemy has been surrounded. It is only a matter of time before they are destroyed."
"We have reduced your losses," the undead leader said unwillingly.
"Loss? Can you ask those soldiers if some of them are afraid of dying in battle? We fight with the determination to die for the peace of our home and for our own glory. We are fearless." Wesley's voice was very high, and the soldiers around him heard him clearly.
The soldiers looked up to someone like Wesley, and he said what everyone was thinking, "Hooray, hooray." The earth-shattering cry echoed Wesley's words.
"And you, a group of dead people who have broken the oath, are still so greedy and cowardly even after death. Do you still want to snatch the honor of others? Where is your dignity? There is another thing. Although Aragorn is a descendant of the royal family, he has not been crowned as king yet. He is not qualified to end the curse."
"Then what should we do?" The leader of the undead was very unwilling. They wanted to be free, but the other party clearly did not agree. They were indeed late in the battle today. The other party did not agree with them occupying their glory.
Middle-earth was extremely important to glory. The undead army had betrayed their oath, and they could not find peace after death. They stayed in a mountain all day and endured the torture of their souls. They yearned for freedom.
"It's very simple. First of all, Aragorn needs to become the king of Gondor. This simple ceremony will do. With you and his friends here, I think it won't be a problem. Then we will attack Mordor. You need to be the vanguard. This is your only chance. If you betray or escape again, then you will never be at peace."
The undead looked at each other. What kind of person was this person? However, seeing all the soldiers' reverence for him, the undead could not bring themselves to resist. It was not impossible to be free after another battle. They were undead now!
"Okay, I hope you keep your word." The undead leader gritted his teeth and finally decided. Beside him, Gimli was very happy. He was not willing to let such a powerful army go for nothing.
"Hehe, don't compare me with you. This time, I'm just defending my own glory. If you had arrived early, I wouldn't have stopped you. If you play your role in this battle, there will be your cemetery outside Gondor's White City. It will say that you fought for the king and you will regain the lost glory."
"Really?" The undead were tempted. The undead leader looked at Aragorn.
"Of course, no problem at all," Aragorn said happily. A cemetery would not be a problem for him if he became king.
"Okay, it's a deal."
Wesley looked at Aragorn and said, "Now we are ready. You will ascend to the throne immediately. Gondor is in chaos and King Seizer is crazy. They need a king to lead them now, and your bloodline is the best choice. You must take the responsibility."
"I… know, but will they accept me?" Aragon said hesitantly.
"There is no problem with your bloodline, so there is no problem. These undead are the best proof. They will only serve the descendants of the king. You are the legitimate heir to the throne. No one can stop you." Wesley waved his hand and the army began to enter the city. Time is a little tight now. I don't know where Frodo has reached. Wesley has to hurry. His time to leave is not far away.
Boromir did not die. As the eldest son of the regent, he stood up for Aragorn on the throne, so that things became very simple, and the regent was crazy and had long lost his prestige and was no longer enough to lead Gondor.
Gandalf, the white-robed sorcerer, presided over the enthronement ceremony. It was very simple. There was no time to hold a grand ceremony now. The army replenished their supplies and prepared to set off. This time, it was to attack Mordor. The skeletons of the undead needed to be loaded into carriages and then set off with the army. Otherwise, they would not be able to go anywhere.
The next morning, outside Gondor's White City, tens of thousands of troops were ready to go. Elven archers, Rohan's cavalry, and Gondor's infantry were lined up in neat phalanxes, and Wesley was still their commander-in-chief. "This will be the last battle. We will level Mordor. Gondor's long defense will end. Peace will come to Middle-earth, and all this will be done in your hands. Your glory will coexist with history."
"Long live, long live." Tens of thousands of soldiers shouted.
"Let's go." Wesley pointed the sword in his hand and the army began to move. The cavalry was in the front, the elves were in the middle, and the infantry was in the back. The army slowly headed north. They were going to the Dark Gate, the northern entrance to Mordor.
The distance between the two sides was not far. The army would only need two days to arrive. And now Frodo had just crossed the Death Swamp to the outskirts of Mordor. He was haggard and staggered, and Sam, a loyal gardener, had been following him. Otherwise, he would have collapsed.
"Modo is not easy to fight. How are you going to attack?" Aragorn asked as he rode beside Wesley.
"There's nothing to worry about. Just draw them out, then drain their strength, and then let the undead army charge. It's very simple. The key question is what is the last card of Mordor?" Wesley asked.
"A trump card. If the trump card is Solon, once he gets the ring, it will be difficult for us to defeat him. That's why we have to attract their attention and let Frodo throw the ring into Mount Doom."
"Haha, if that's the case, then there's no problem. Even if he gets the ring, he won't be of any use. I'll kill him when the time comes," Wesley said indifferently. Could the ring compare to the space gem? Would Wesley lose in magic or energy?
"It's good for you to be confident, but Sauron, who has the Ring, is really powerful," Aragorn said hurriedly, afraid that Wesley would be careless.
"You don't know me, do you? Or you don't know anything about me, so you don't have to worry about anything. I know my own strength. When the time comes, Soren will be left to me. And he might not be able to get the Ring, right?" Wesley smiled.