"Then let's begin. →"
Andrew smiled and lightly tapped the False One Ring with a finger. Saruman inside saw everything blur before his eyes, and he suddenly appeared atop the Magic Tower. Besides him, there was also that little man, Grima Wormtongue.
"Why am I here?"
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Saruman's mind was a little hazy, and he did not understand why he was standing on the Magic Tower's rooftop.
Just then, Gandalf's voice came from below. "Old friend, wake up. Don't keep going down the wrong path."
Saruman looked down and saw Gandalf and King Théoden beneath the Magic Tower, along with several Hobbits. Moreover, all of Isengard had been flooded, and Uruk-hai corpses were scattered everywhere.
"I remember now. I sent a great army to attack Hornburg, but I lost. Worse still, the Ents came out of Fangorn Forest and destroyed my base."
Saruman "recalled" everything.
Then he shouted, "Gandalf, I did nothing wrong. You're the one who was wrong. I am Saruman—how could I possibly be wrong?"
Three minutes later, the loudly boasting Saruman was stabbed in the lower back by Grima, then fell from the Tower with utter disbelief on his face.
"I, Saruman, actually died at Gríma's hands?"
Saruman was filled with unwillingness. Such a death was simply too humiliating. And he had actually lost to Gandalf—how could he accept that?
The next second, everything reset. Saruman returned to the rooftop again. He was confused at first, but he quickly remembered what had happened. His first thought was to kick Grima Wormtongue off the roof.
Unfortunately, Saruman could not control his body. He could only watch as he was once again "humiliated" by Gandalf and stabbed in the back by Grima, just as before.
Then Saruman fell again, returned to the rooftop again,