"Grand Forbidden Spell! Blow it up for me! Flatten this place!" Roland spread both hands in front of him and directly activated Imperial Escape: Forbidden Spell Path-Clearing Technique!
"Calm down, Your Majesty! Many lords and kings of the Kingdom of Arnor are sleeping here! You mustn't!" Aragorn clung to Roland's leg, trying to interrupt the casting. After all, no matter how young he was, he knew exactly what a forbidden spell carpet-bombing a place looked like!
"The ancestors are innocent! The dead deserve respect!" Aragorn wailed. Although the Barrow-downs had been invaded by darkness, many Arnorians still slept within. As a descendant of later generations, Aragorn naturally could not let someone blow up his ancestral graves, not to mention that this blast would take out the whole area!
"Uh... Though I don't want to say this, but... it seems your ancestors... mm... have climbed out!" Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz tried to organize his words, but in the end he could only tell the truth.
The group had just marched onto a hill, and from their elevated position they could see Dwarven Warriors clashing with undead skeletons. There was nothing unusual about that scene at first, but the problem was that those skeletons were draped in all kinds of jewelry, and quite a few wore old yet unrotted armor. Clearly, the armor's quality was excellent. With his dragon-like eyesight, sharp-eyed Roland could even make out that plenty of Dwarven and Elven goods were mixed in among them!
"Whoa! Your ancestors really crawled up... and their magic armor's still all bling-bling and glowing!" Wes stabbed right at the sore spot.
"..." Aragorn was completely stunned. It was hard to imagine what kind of shock this scene dealt to Aragorn, who was only in his early twenties. One had to know that, judging by Aragorn's