Three days later, when Woolf took his men, crossed the Isen River, crossed the valley, and appeared in Isengard, what he saw was such a scene.
I saw Isengard city gate wide open, and on the city wall, a person was sitting quietly.
The originally excited Hei savagely stopped in surprise when he saw this strange scene of people.
Woolf stepped out and yelled, "Hey, that guy on the wall, what are you doing? What about the people in town?"
"Apart from me, everyone else in Isengard ran away. They all left because they heard that your army was under pressure."
The calm voice of the man on the wall came, and his speech was smooth and fluent.
"Let's go?" Woolf was stunned, but the surrounding adjutants were also excited, "Okay, Your Majesty, let's take this opportunity to rush in and occupy this fortress."
The Heiman people who heard the words were also excited, raised their crude spears one after another, and shouted "Hehehehe!".
"Wait!" Woolf suddenly raised his hand and stopped the excited clansmen.
Weird! How could it be so easy?
A thought came to Woolf's mind.
It all happened so smoothly, is that the damn thing Seychelle really intends to hand over this area to him? Just because of a momentary anger?
After thinking about it, Woolf couldn't help but find out the Rohan from the previous team who reported to him, and shouted:
"You goddamn bastard, are you lying to me, are you trying to frame me and my clan with that bastard with Seychelles!"
"How, how could it be?" The person who was caught quickly explained, "The great Lord Woolf, really, I am telling the truth, the defenders of Isengard have withdrawn, and now There are not many defenders in Isengard, and this is what I have seen with my own eyes."
Before he finished speaking, a voice of agreement came from the city wall: "Yes, he is right, the Rohan soldiers in Isengard have all withdrawn, and Isengard is no one now, Lord of the Dark Land, there is no need to If you're worried, please hurry into the city."
Hearing the sound, Woolf narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to look at Carl.
"Who are you? Since all the people in the city are gone, why do you keep~." He asked.
"Send, king, I know who he is," the villain who was busy with his performance jumped out again and explained, "he is that stupid boy who has lost his luck. He was obviously rewarded by King Seychelles, but he Lord of Isengard, Carl Green, who is not grateful and lost everything."
Carl "Green?" Hearing this, Woolf's originally unconcerned expression suddenly changed. He suddenly thought of a possibility, but after thinking about it for a while, he couldn't help shaking his head.
It shouldn't be that person, yes, that person is already dead, how could he appear in Isengard and become a lord?
The so-called dragon slayers — Carl, Greene and Smaug, are known to have perished. Now that I know people in front of me, they must just have the same name and surname.
Woolf raised his head again involuntarily: "Boy, are you the lord of Isengard?
"Yes, the esteemed Lord of the Black Barbarian Land, I am the owner of this place. I have been waiting for you here for a long time.
Carl smiled gently,
In the city, "The banquet has been prepared. You have come a long way, and you have worked hard all the way. Please enter the city first, and we can talk while eating."
"Huh?" Woolf frowned again.
There is a problem! There is definitely a problem, they are intruders, why is this guy so calm? And, thinking about inviting him into the city?
Even if it's because they don't intend to resist because they see their coming, they shouldn't be so happy.
Unless it's really like the Rohan guy next to him says – he's a fool. However, looking at the graceful appearance of the figures on the tower, Woolf did not think that he would be a mindless person.
So, there must be an ambush!
After thinking about it, Woolf raised his head, looked at the figure on the wall, and said leisurely: "Carl, right? I admire your courage, but I advise you, it's better not to resist."
"That fellow Sezer has abandoned you. Now, my army of 100,000 people has surrounded the entire Isengard. No matter how much you ask for any conspiracy, it's impossible to get rid of me."
"Encirclement? Conspiracy?"
Carl was stunned, he was conspiring like this? Is he really sincerely inviting these savage people from afar to enter the city?
Kindness is always regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs, and Carl felt a little unhappy.
"I said, you think too much, I don't need to lie to you, really." Carl said sincerely again.
"Hahahaha! Woolf laughed, he thought he had seen through Carl's trajectory, and Carl was just trying to quibble.
"Do you think I'll believe you?"
"Don't believe it? This is difficult?" Carl sighed, why should things always be resolved by force?
"It's hard to do? Then don't do it! Humph, let me catch you?" Woolf still wanted to say some scene words, but before he finished speaking, his mouth suddenly widened, and he stared at the high wall. figure.
What did he see?
All the black barbarians were also stunned, what did they see?
In broad daylight, the man on the city wall turned into a black dragon?
Carl's icy golden dragon light turned towards the crowd, and then an ancient and resentful low voice slowly rose–
"Submit", or, die. Please choose, people from the Dark Country.
The words fell, but it caused everyone to fall into the ice cave.
This is God, absolutely God's means!
Otherwise, there is no way to explain what happened in front of them, and the miracle appeared, right in front of their eyes.
The people of Heiman began to panic. They looked around at a loss, their legs and feet trembled, and they just wanted to leave and escape from this place, the farther the better.
Wool, who was at the head, was also engulfed by fear. He was facing Carl's gaze at the moment. He only felt as if he was in a nine-layer abyss, and his whole body was covered by darkness and cold. To faint.
Not all people in Middle-earth believe that everything is upright and decent.
Because, at the beginning of the birth of the world, before the light was born, there was more darkness in this world.
At that time, the darkness of Middle-earth was raging, and various monsters ruled the world. In order to survive, some residents on the mainland chose to surrender to the mighty power of these monsters.
They believed in these monsters, and gradually developed their own customs and folk customs, and developed their own tribe, and these people were collectively called the people of darkness.
Different from those who believe in righteous gods like Rohan Gondor, the people of darkness do not believe in justice or light, they believe in strength.
In other words, they choose to surrender to the fear in their hearts, and then choose to believe in darkness because of fear.
These people of darkness have a long history, and there are still many places in today's Middle-earth with their tribes, and their figures will not always appear in the sight of ordinary people.
Take, for example, the Harad people living in the Great Eastern Wilderness. Or, for example, the Umbar pirates who are active in the offshore waters south of Gondor, as well as the chariots and other human beings, they are all people of darkness, and they all believe in evil gods.
And the black barbarians are also here.
So, by the time they saw Carl revealing his huge, dark figure, they were… terrified.
They thought of the years when they were ruled, which is an indelible memory engraved in their genes.