Chu Xuan stood precisely where the city wall was about to be breached—the turning point in the original film's narrative of the Battle of Helm's Deep. Otherwise, how could the Uruk-hai possibly have conquered such a formidable bastion in a single night? This critical juncture, discussed between Zheng Zha and Chu Xuan, now had their own contingency plan: once the wall blew, Zheng Zha would use the Necronomicon to reshape the terrain, thereby preventing the Uruk-hai from pouring inside.

That the wall would explode was an event rooted in the original plot; how could Chu Xuan possibly remember such a detail? Yet, here he was, positioned atop the very section destined to collapse. The moment Zheng Zha turned, he saw an Uruk-hai below Chu Xuan, torch in hand, charging toward the hole at the base of the wall.

"No!"

Zheng Zha's eyes instantly flared blood-red in sheer panic. With almost no time to descend, he tapped his heel against the mount, leaped into the air, and pushed off with both feet—activating a "Moon Walk" in his "Instant Destruction" state—propelling himself with blurring speed toward Chu Xuan's position.

But speed was relative. The torch-bearing Uruk-hai was only four or five meters from the base of the wall. Despite being riddled with arrows, the creature managed, in the final second, to leap into the sewer tunnel beneath the rampart. Then came the deafening blast. That section of wall, perhaps six or seven meters long, detonated. The concussive force rushing forward was so violent it swept the charging Zheng Zha back several meters. This was no primitive gunpowder charge from the original story; this power was comparable to a high-explosive shell.

Blown back several meters, Zheng Zha landed, immediately kicked off the ground, and surged toward the explosion site without pausing. Uruk-hai were roaring, frantically surging inward. They met an even more frenzied Zheng Zha. Concerned only for Chu Xuan's safety, his eyes were blazing crimson, and he emitted feral snarls. The first few Uruk-hai rushing him were—by some unknown action of his—sliced into countless pieces of gore in an instant. Zheng Zha then plowed directly into the horde, pushing ahead toward the breach in the wall.

The surrounding Uruk-hai naturally reacted, attacking the relatively small (by their standards) human. But without warning, merely by making slight movements with his hands, dozens of Uruk-hai near him seemed to be ripped apart by an unseen monster. When Zheng Zha passed, all that remained where they stood were piles of shredded flesh. At some point, Zheng Zha had seized two Uruk-hai by the head. Reaching the fractured breach, he violently slammed their heads against the broken stone, resulting in two dull thuds as the skulls pulverized.

"Chu Xuan? Is Chu Xuan alright?" Zheng Zha roared as he burst through the rubble, his path marked by a graveyard of dismembered foes. No Uruk-hai had managed to resist him for more than a second. This terrifying combat prowess caused even the distant Uruk-hai forces to hesitate.

At the wall's breach, Zhao Yingkong and Cheng Xiao were already crouched down. Zhao Yingkong instantly pulled Chu Xuan down, while Cheng Xiao frantically poured medicine into Chu Xuan’s mouth. However, Cheng Xiao’s expression was one of strained distress and gloom, utterly devoid of his usual cheerful confidence. This sight immediately filled Zheng Zha with foreboding.

"What is it? I asked you, what's wrong?" Zheng Zha stopped short of approaching, shouting loudly from the edge of the rubble.

Cheng Xiao didn't even look up, roaring back, "Damn it, just stand there and guard the damn wall! If you have a problem, trust the doctor—I am the doctor—now shut up!" Even as he spoke, his hands never stopped working. He tore Chu Xuan's clothing away, revealing blood pumping steadily from a wound over the left side of his chest, precisely where the heart lay. This scene was unequivocally...

"Ah! I'll make you pay! Uruk-hai! Saruman!"

Zheng Zha bellowed, hefting Hubo (Tiger Soul Blade) and charging madly out past the breach.

Prince Legolas’s eyes showed a flicker of hesitation. He had intended to say something, but looking at the bloodbath erupting in the Uruk-hai battle lines, he found himself at a loss for words. In the end, he could only frown and resume loosing arrows toward the distant horde.

Long before Zheng Zha and the others had met with the Elven Queen Galadriel, Chu Xuan had sought out Legolas. Legolas couldn't help but recall that moment as he watched the chaos unfold.

"Yes, it was I who asked Legolas to bring me to you, Lady Galadriel," Chu Xuan stated. It was still well before dawn, long before the Fellowship of the Ring would depart that morning, at which time the Elven Queen would bestow gifts upon them. Before that, around two in the morning, Chu Xuan had woken Legolas to escort him to Galadriel.

Galadriel laughed slyly, "Human devoid of feeling, what business have you visiting me now? Have you come to apologize for the circlet you shattered?"

Chu Xuan replied calmly, "No. I have come to propose a trade."

Galadriel paused, then chuckled, "If it is a trade, did your companion not already promise exchanges with the Elven people? Or do you seek to strike a private bargain, bypassing him?"

"No, not those trades," Chu Xuan shook his head immediately. "I wish to acquire something from you, and in return, I will deliver the One Ring, stripped of Sauron's essence, to you—though not now, but the next time we visit this world."

This time, Galadriel frowned, studying Chu Xuan seriously. "Though it sounds tempting, do you truly believe that is possible? If Sauron were so easily defeated, many races, including ours, would not have bestowed upon him the title of Dark Lord out of awe, or rather, fear. What do you hope to gain from me?"

Chu Xuan looked at her, perfectly composed. "I require something that grants one resurrection, or perhaps one instance of feigned death—an item or magic of that nature. My team faces terrible enemies in this world, and I do not know if our strength can prevail against them. If we cannot, then the One Ring, and any trade with the Elves, will all come to naught. Tell me, do the Elves possess such an item or spell?"

Legolas suddenly felt a sharp pain near his face as an arrow whizzed past, yanking him back from the memory. After that meeting between Chu Xuan and the Queen, Chu Xuan had spoken with him alone, repeatedly insisting he never mention the visit to Zheng Zha or the others. Legolas, being perceptive, had locked that secret away after agreeing to Chu Xuan's request.

(But, Chu Xuan, is everything truly unfolding as you predicted? If Zheng Zha cannot recall 'that thing' in time, won't your own nature be compromised?)

Legolas kept his eyes fixed on the figures below, hesitating several times as if to speak. It wasn't until Zheng Zha charged back from the enemy ranks once more that Legolas, thankful for the volley of arrows, focused intently on Zheng Zha's movements.

Zheng Zha held the Leaf of the Mallorn given to him by the Elven Queen. Unmindful of the gore covering him or the blood dripping from his hands, he jammed the leaf directly into Chu Xuan's mouth. The leaf, being a divine record (Shen Lu), immediately dissolved into a green liquid upon contact, slowly trickling down his throat.

Zheng Zha breathed out heavily and glared fixedly at Cheng Xiao. "Hurry up, check Chu Xuan's injury! Didn't you save Boromir, whose chest wound was an open hole? Why can't you save your own companion?!"

This question was utterly unreasonable—saving someone depended on the severity of the wound. Cheng Xiao ignored him, continuing to jab golden needles into Chu Xuan’s chest while, with his other hand, using surgical thread to begin suturing the gash. Zhao Yingkong held an Ice Condensation Pill, ready to force it into Chu Xuan’s mouth the moment his condition turned critical.

Zheng Zha watched Cheng Xiao’s actions with grim intensity. He didn't run back out; during his second charge, he had torn apart two to three thousand charging Uruk-hai single-handedly. With this display, the remaining Uruk-hai no longer dared swarm the breach. Under these circumstances, the archers on the wall could manage to hold them back, allowing Zheng Zha to remain rooted in place.

Cheng Xiao's movements grew smoother; Chu Xuan’s complexion started to regain a touch of color, and the bleeding from his chest lessened. But just as Cheng Xiao was about to tie the final knot on the wound, he suddenly burst into loud sobs, roaring, "Damn it, I quit! What the hell is this? He completely shattered the heart; there wasn't enough time to treat it, no time to use the Ice Condensation Pill! Damn it, what kind of mess is this!"

Zheng Zha's face contorted. He grabbed Cheng Xiao and lifted him bodily. "What mess? It's stitched up! Isn't his chest healed? Didn't I feed him the Mallorn leaf? Why didn't you give him the pill? Why?!"

Zhao Yingkong immediately shoved the pill into Chu Xuan's mouth, but Chu Xuan didn't freeze into an immobile form; he couldn't swallow it. Zhao Yingkong even crushed it and tried to feed him mouth-to-mouth, but to no avail. She felt for the pulse in his carotid artery, then quietly stood up. "He's dead."

(Adam F, confirmed. Chu Xuan is dead.)

Zheng Zha's hand went slack, and Cheng Xiao dropped to the ground. At this moment, Zheng Zha's eyes were both blood-red and vacant. He turned slowly and began walking toward the Uruk-hai army at the breach, step by deliberate step. Just as he stepped out from behind the rubble, an explosive arrow shot toward his face at a speed invisible to the naked eye. Zheng Zha flicked his hand up, and just before the arrow could strike his face, he snatched it out of the air. Then, with a great roar, he vaulted directly into the Uruk-hai formation.