"Hm?" Bard, who had fallen behind, twitched his ears and turned back in astonishment. Were these two really that flighty? They had gone from chatting to plotting Gundabad's destruction? Who exactly was the Nazgûl here? Even the murderous Nazgûl would not take the blame for that.
"You don't understand!" Roland waved a hand painfully. History had already veered off course after his appearance. Though history's powerful corrective force might ensure that key events still happened, it was definitely impossible to make plans according to the original course—especially now that Sauron had successfully hidden himself and escaped the world's notice. They were bound to suffer badly in the future...
"Damn! Don't tell me the White City won't be able to hold out?" Roland's heart suddenly lurched. Had his butterfly effect gotten Gondor killed? That would be quite a sin. Aragorn might not be much, but what had Denethor II done to deserve this?
"No! Denethor II is a damn formidable man! He stared into the Palantír and battled Sauron's Mental Power for decades without breaking! He'll definitely discover Sauron's existence!" The moment Roland remembered that Denethor II could use a Palantír, he relaxed. Sure enough, history had its own corrective force. Even if Sauron did not reveal himself as the werewolf and the White Council did not vote anyone out, Denethor II could still play seer in the middle of the night, check identities, and hunt wolves. Unfortunately, his luck was both terrible and incredibly good—his first glance had found the "wolf king." After holding out for decades, he was still killed by the plot. Judging solely by the fact that Denethor II had held the high ground against Sauron for decades and fought him to a standstill, he was the true light of the War of the One Ring. Aragorn?