Kapitel 1432: The Tragic Mouth of Sauron

"Who are you? Why do you know so much?" The question was like a spike, stabbing deep into the Mouth of Sauron's heart.

"Where I come from, there used to be a man who did not hesitate to break his own arm in order to gain the enemy's trust. He then made use of that trust to destroy everything that could be destroyed," Sheyan stared at him and said slowly, one word at a time. "Like you said before, if the ditches under the Court of the Fountain are damaged, even by only a little, more than half of all the people here will die. Then how do I know there's nothing under the White Tower that can kill us all when it's detonated? It must feel amazing to see the enemy fall to the bottom when they're so close to reaching the top, right?"

The Mouth of Sauron remained silent. Sheyan's words had isolated him from the rest of the people. After a while, he asked flatly, "You don't even trust in the power of Lord Sauron?"