New Staff of S. H. I. E. L. D. - Chapter 452
Chapter 452: How About Handing It To Me?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
First, it was Boromir, son of the King of Gondor, who got up first and said a lot of useless nonsense. Finally, he reached out his hand to the Lord of the Rings. Gandalf kept an eye on his behavior. When his hand was almost to the Lord of the Rings, Gandalf got up and muttered in a language Wesley did not understand. The sun in the sky disappeared, hidden by dark clouds.
King Elrond seemed to have a headache and was a little angry. It was not until Gandalf finished and the dark clouds dispersed that he said, “No one here has ever dared to spit out a word or two in this language.”
“I dare not ask for your forgiveness. I spoke the dark language of Mordor, but in the near future, every corner of the West will be filled with this language. The Ring is a completely evil thing.” Gandalf looked at Boromir and said.
Boromir, on the other hand, was unimpressed. He said, “This is a gift. We can use it to fight against Mordor. Gondor has always been at the front line against evil. We have blood in our veins. Now give us the Ring and we have hope of winning.”
“You can’t make it. No one can. His master is Sauron, and only Sauron.” Aragorn finally spoke, the descendant of the King of Gondor. Wesley had noticed him since he came in, but he seemed so insignificant and had remained silent.
Middle-earth was ruled by kings, even if Gondor had lost their king and could only rule as regent. There was no intention of inheriting the throne because he was not a descendant of royalty. Wesley found this difficult to understand. He did not understand the thinking here, even if their king was gone, like Gondor. Even if their king had become rotten, like the king of Rohan, the subjects would wait and endure, not re-establish a new king.
Such a strange thing made Wesley feel incredulous, and while he was thinking, the scene began to become chaotic. Legolas, son of Thranduil, the Elf King of the Dark Forest, and Gimli, son of Glóin, all joined in the quarrel, and finally Gandalf.
The scene was very chaotic. “They are all affected by the Ring. Although Gandalf is not affected much, he has to stand up and persuade these people. What are you going to do?” Apple asked.
Wesley did not answer. Instead, he placed his left hand on the hilt of his sword and stood up. Then, he slowly walked towards the ring. He wanted to use this opportunity to take the ring and put it in his internal space. That way, everything would be settled.
However, as soon as he approached the Ring, King Elrond instantly became nervous. Gandalf also noticed him from the corner of his eye until Wesley reached out and got closer and closer to the Ring.
Footsteps, hurried footsteps. A squad of Elven guards was instantly deployed around them, their longbows and arrows pointed at Wesley, and Gandalf’s wand was aimed at Wesley.
Standing behind Wesley, Elrond said, “Your goal is the Ring?”
“That’s right, my goal is the Lord of the Rings, but it’s a little different from what you think. You can’t argue here, but as long as you give me the Lord of the Rings, everything will be over. I can take the Lord of the Rings with me, and you don’t have to worry about the Lord of the Rings.” Wesley’s voice was very calm, but he pulled back his hand. He didn’t expect that the other party had been guarding against him.
Elrond looked at Wesley and continued. “How did you know the Ring would be here?”
I can’t tell you this, but you can try. As long as you give me the ring, you don’t have to worry. Besides, I won’t send the ring to Mordor. I will hide it or destroy it. The ring is a ring to me. Its magic and temptation are completely useless to me.”
“You can’t prove that,” Gandalf said.
Wesley turned to look at him. “You trust the Hobbit. Why don’t you trust me?”
“Humans can’t resist temptation. This has been proven, and we can’t take the risk. Once you get the ring and wear it, we will lose track of you. Who are you? Where did you come from?” Gandalf refused to give in.
If you don’t seek death, you won’t die. This was a wise saying. The Zeng family cut off the ring from Sauron’s hand. The king of Gondor, Isildur, was a classic example. As a result, all humans were not trusted.
Wesley was speechless. Such a simple task was starting to get complicated. Should he fight his way out? He kept clenching and unclenching his left hand on the hilt of his sword. His expression made everyone around him nervous.
At the end of the day, Wesley was not a demon king, but he acted without restraint. Moreover, the will of Middle-earth had not given him any information. He did not know what the other party was thinking, so he did not care about killing.
“You made a mistake, and that is to solve this problem in the simplest way. For that, you will pay a heavy price.” Wesley was not in a good mood and sat back in his original position, which made King Elrond and Gandalf breathe a sigh of relief.
“Who is this guy? How can he be so arrogant?” Dwarf Gimli said directly.
“This is a great loner,” Elrond explained. Wesley was surprised by his way of addressing him, and then he smiled. It was a good way of addressing him. “He killed two Ringwraiths and saved my daughter Arwen and Mr. Frodo, the Hobbit, and carried the relics of the first Elven King.”
Legolas had been paying attention to Wesley’s sword. Now he was surprised to hear from Elrond, but Elrond did not mention the Book of Elves. Their Rivendell was considered a half-elf, and the Elves of the Gloom Forest were not with them, so some things were better left unsaid.
“Is he that powerful? As a human, I don’t think I’ve heard of this guy.” Boromir looked at Wesley with contempt.
“You can try and see if I can kill you too. I don’t have the slightest psychological burden on me.” Wesley would not be friendly either. He was angry.
“I can take the Ring to Doomsday Volcano, but I don’t know the way,” Frodo suddenly stood up and said. Wesley doesn’t welcome it, because then his chances of getting the Ring will be smaller, and the expedition team will inevitably be on guard against him. Do I have to keep protecting this Hobbit to Doomsday Volcano? And then throw the ring down? What a waste of time.
A broken ring took so much effort. Wesley looked at the Ring of Fate. He wanted to slash at it, but he was afraid of damaging the sword. One of Gimli’s axes had just shattered, and he was reluctant to part with his sword. It was a magic sword, and unlike the artifacts of the Marvel Universe, it was a real magic sword.
