So... remember
this?
Well... There is another story that you need to know.
After that fight, I grew stronger and stronger with every battle, to the point when very few enemies could stop me.
Until I left for my final mission, that is.
I left for the enemy base with my small army of champions, the 5 new warchiefs I marked and forced to fight by my side.
Then, when I reached the gates I had to conquer, the enemy captain was there, with his army.
It was him. Sakh the fighter was not dead. He was there, looking exactly like the last time I saw him, but with a weird metal plaque on his neck.
To understand my surprise, you must know that this had NEVER happened before; I never had anyone come back from "death" to challenge me again. He was the first one. And did it with style, I'll admit that.
But it wasn't over: as the battle started, I realized something. He wasn't only alive, but he had become stronger. And, ironically, while I was learning how to gather an army, he was learning how to give the right orders to one. His soldiers were dangerous, fighting harder than normal orcs; so dangerous, two warchiefs (the weakest ones, but still, warchiefs) were quickly killed in this fight.
But, I didn't have time for that, I had a captain to fight. For one second, I was happy about this, as we could finally have the final duel we couldn't have the last time; but I quickly discovered that his tactic hadn't changed a bit. He was constantly retreating, leaving his soldiers to fight and shooting from a distance.
Unluckily for him, I now had the right abilities to counter this trick, get close and start our duel.
And honestly, it surprised me. He was a skilled fighter, even with his crossbow. He pushed me to the limit, barely missing a deadly shot twice.
Maybe it was my fault too. I didn't want to use my new, powerful abilities too much against him; I wanted a fair duel.
A duel that lasted for a very long time, too: while my champions were fighting the enemy army (and, honestly, getting their ass kicked by them, but at least they were keeping them away from us), we went on and on for minutes, trading blows.
But, finally, it ended. He was on his knees, but still he didn't give up, challenging me to kill him. And still, as I tried to do so, he almost escaped once again. But, this time, it was the end; I wanted to make sure he would not come back this time. And trust me: he won't.
As soon as their captain fell, the orcs ran away, leaving the battle. The other warchiefs were close to death too: another minute, and the enemy army would have swarmed me, leaving me no chance.
That was the final battle for me; everything else, all the other fights, were just some other story that I had to go through. MY final battle was this one, and it was the perfect ending to my story.
Middle earth: Shadow of Mordor, if you forgot
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