After leaving the Dome Prison, Saruman took the magic elevator and returned to his room.

He originally wanted to go to the Demon Cave to continue to supervise the creation of the Berserkers, but after this magic absorption, he felt a sense of fatigue that he had never felt before.

This is all because Gandalf's old stubborn and stubborn!

Saruman thought hatefully.

The only thing that made him happy was that his white robe turned into a colorful robe.

This is a reward for him who has strong ambitions!

He believed that this was a sign that opened a new era of his destiny!

He returned to the room, closed his eyes and rested for a while, and what he thought in his mind was that when his army of Orcs reached thousands of people, he would suck Gandalf dry by himself. Then, then, let alone powerful elf kings such as Kellerpeng and Kellandriel, even the Demon Lord Sauron would have to act according to his expression!

At that time, the weeds in the Middle Earth world will inevitably be purified!

And he will be the master of the new world!

No, it is... the Lord God! The Supreme Lord God!

When she thought of this, a smile appeared on the corner of the colorful Saruman's mouth.

At this time, a knock on the door sounded.

"Who?" Saruman shouted with a frown.

He doesn't like being disturbed when he is meditating, unless there is something extremely important.

"It's me, teacher." Greema's flattering voice came from outside the door: "I'm here to report you good news."

"Oh? Come in." Saruman tidied up his colour robe and sat upright in his seat.

Greema walked in with a flattering smile on his face. When he saw Saruman, he was stunned.

Saruman frowned slightly and said, "What's wrong?"

Greema immediately knelt down excitedly, "Congratulations to the teacher! Congratulations to the teacher! The teacher has been upgraded to the master of Cairou! This is simply destiny!"

"Hmph." Saruman smiled arrogantly.

Without Greema compliments, he thought so himself.

That's right, this is destiny.

Greema continued to say excitedly: "Teacher! Look, you first got the extraordinary technology of waterwheel, and then you had the opportunity to create a half-orc berserker who was stronger than Modo. Then you caught the gray-robed wizard Saruman, then picked up a purebred white wolf for free, and then promoted to the Color-robed wizard! This omen is really too obvious! Teacher... No! Master! You will become the main god of the new world! Even Sauron has to surrender to your feet!"

"Hahaha!" Saruman's eyes flashed with strong ambitions, but he said, "Greema, you said too much, I'm far from that level."

Greema shook her head vigorously, "No, master, I firmly believe that you are the supreme Lord God in the new world! I am willing to be a cow and a horse for you all my life, and be proud of it!"

Saruman smiled with satisfaction and said, "Well, Greema, you are very good. Don't worry, I will not forget your credit."

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" From this time on, Greema has completely changed his words to call Saruman as his master.

Saruman asked, "You just said, do you have good news to tell me?"

"Yes, Master!" Greema said quickly: "Sorry, I almost forgot the matter because I was too excited just now! Congratulations to Master, the newly cultivated and created strengthened berserker is taller and more powerful than the previous twenty berserkers!"

"Oh? Is it?"

"Yes! This shows that our cultivation technology has reached a new level! And this is also due to destiny!" Greema cheered excitedly.

Saruman was immediately overjoyed. His unhappiness in the previous duel with Gandalf immediately disappeared, and this good news also made him full of vitality.

He stood up and shouted, "Go and take me to see him."

"yes!"

Greema immediately bowed to the front to lead the way. The more humble you are, the more humble you are, and the more you are, the more you are.

The two took the magic elevator and went downstairs and soon arrived in the cave.

At this time, the newly cultivated Berserkers were in a training arena, confronting other Berserkers who were raised early.

His body was three meters tall, his body was covered with bulging muscles, dark skin, two sharp fangs at the corner of his mouth, and his hair was dense and hard, like a porcupine.

Compared with him, the other orc berserkers were all shorter and looked much thinner.

Greema was about to speak and ask these berserkers to stop and salute their master Saruman, but Saruman waved his hand and signaled the battle to continue.

Five berserkers rushed to the newly cultivated berserker from different directions, but before they could get closer, they were knocked to the ground by the new berserker with three punches and two kicks.

Immediately afterwards, some berserkers rushed up, and the new berserkers knocked them down to the ground one by one!

In less than ten minutes, all twenty berserkers lay on the ground and couldn't get up, while the new berserker suffered only a little injury.

What's even worse is that his wound healed quickly.

Greema said excitedly: "Master, have you seen it? Did you see it? All the berserkers who join us are like this berserker. Then, the master's great cause of purification will be realized soon."

Saruman grinned.

After being a white-robed mage for so many years, he has never smiled so carelessly.

Greema also laughed happily, "Master, why not give this No. 21 Berserker, his strength is obvious to all. Other Berserkers will definitely obey him. It should be no problem to let him be the captain of the Berserker."

Saruman sneered, "These orcs are also dirty things. I just treat them as tools for weeding. They don't deserve names, just call them according to their numbers. If you can't tell them clearly, then mark the numbers on their foreheads - anyway, they don't feel any pain."

"That's it, that's it..." Greema wiped her cold sweat secretly.

Saruman said: "Why don't you continue to cultivate and manufacture? I want more berserkers like No. 21!"

Greema quickly explained: "It's such a master. Although we have created a stronger No. 21 Berserker, he has also consumed twice the resources. In the past, we could cultivate a berserker by consuming two elves ancient trees. Now, we need to consume four elves ancient trees to cultivate a stronger orc berserker. Therefore, I would like to ask the master, should we go through quantity or quality?"

Saruman frowned, "Soldiers are more important than elites! I want quality! Isn't it just four ancient elves trees? There are some in the golden forest! You cut off from the edge, and Kellerpeng and Kellertrail will definitely not be able to find it. Humph, even if they find it, it's nothing. I can lie to them for a while. By the time they react, my army of berserkers has taken shape, hahaha!"
Chapter completed!