"Aragorn..."
"In my opinion, as a dwarf, it is not a good choice for us to come here! Gandalf is going crazy now, I think, maybe we really don't need to listen to him anymore?"
The dwarf Gimli held the long-handled battle ax in his hand tightly, looking at the gloomy cave environment around him, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.
Even if he is an adult dwarf who has lived underground for a long time and is extremely familiar and adaptable to the cave environment, he is really reluctant to come to this place of the dead called Dingfu!
In Gimli's opinion, this place is really too evil!
In fact, this matter started a few days ago: they waited for two days in the Golden Forest of Lothlorien, waiting for the Elf King Elrond to reforge the Holy Sword of Narsil, the Elayne known as the "Flamy of the West" After the sword of Dir and the Anduril were handed over to Aragorn, Gandalf strongly urged the three of them to come here, hoping that Aragorn could collect the undead army here?
This can be said to be Gandalf's last struggle. This stubborn old man will not allow his plan to fail! Of course, this is also the last chance for Aragorn, the thirty-ninth generation grandson of Isildur!
Therefore, the old man eagerly hoped that Aragorn could appear as a savior on the battlefield of Minas Tirith, defeat the orc army with shocking means, and then try to forcibly take over the kingship of the Kingdom of Gondor!
Since Denethor won't give it to him, Gandalf has other ways to get it! There are some things that even the Prime Minister of Gondor cannot stop.
"Look, this man must have suffered some painful torture before he died..."
The elf prince Legolas, who also followed Aragorn into the land of the dead, didn't pay attention to the complaints of the dwarf Gimli. He just walked to a stone gate and stared curiously at a conspicuous body lying on the ground. Corpses.
"In desperation, he tried to cut through the door with his sword and escape? However, he ultimately failed."
Legolas looked carefully at the fully equipped corpse, which was holding the stone door open with his hands, and fell helplessly on the cold ground in a strange posture. Judging from his wide frame, it was obvious that this was A physically strong man, and he seems to have a very extraordinary status?
This can be seen from the full-body armor that the opponent is still wearing.
Those chainmails still have a beautiful golden color, and they also wear gold-patterned helmets on their heads. Even the gold belt can be vaguely seen with a few precious garnets. If you add more If you look at the intact harness and horse corpse, as well as the broken and broken sword, it is not difficult to guess his noble identity.
"This is an ominous place, the home of the undead... We must be more careful, and we must not repeat the mistakes of this Rohan noble..."
After watching the surrounding situation sharply for a while, Legolas firmly grasped his bow and was ready to attack at any time.
"You are right, Legolas."
"Judging from the style of his harness and armor, if I remember correctly, he should be the son of Brigo, the former king of the Medusi Golden Palace, and the former crown prince of Rohan - Bado!"
Aragorn, among the three, also came over and knelt down to inspect it carefully. However, he did not dare to touch the corpse rashly. After observing silently for a moment, he stood up and whispered. Sighing:
"May the flowers in my heart never wither..."
"There are a total of sixteen royal tombs in the Rohan Hussar Kingdom, and they are now covered with green grass. During such a long time, he was lying alone in front of a door that could not be opened..."
Where does this door lead to? Why does he want to go there so much?
I'm afraid no one will know anymore...
After muttering to himself for a while, Aragorn felt that no matter why this Bardo came here, how similar was his experience to their own and others?
Today, they also had to enter this place of the dead and the home of the dead.
If the three of them cannot complete the task required by Gandalf, perhaps they will end up with the same fate as Bardo, the former crown prince of Rohan: turning into a corpse that no one cares about, lying alone somewhere in this place. In the corner, waiting for the discovery and exclamation of later people, right?
"Don't you want to know what's behind this door?!"
Compared to the dead former Crown Prince of Rohan, Gimli was actually more curious about what was behind this closed stone door. Why did this man try to open it before he died?
Could it be...that there is something valuable in it, such as endless gold or other treasures? !
"Stop your curiosity for now, Gimli. If I were you, I wouldn't want to open that door..."
"I feel a strong sense of malice here! Obviously, the undead here do not welcome us living people who break into this place! If we still want to get out alive, we'd better be vigilant at all times!"
Aragorn, who was holding a torch in his left hand and the Holy Sword of Nasir in his right hand, gave a serious warning to Gimli who seemed to be trying to get close to the stone gate, and then took the lead and continued walking deeper into the land of the dead.
"Hurry up and follow, don't look at the ground, don't pay attention to the tentacles of the undead!"
After feeling that there seemed to be a huge platform and the sound of wind ahead, Aragorn rushed forward quickly.
He needs to continue exploring, find the undead here, and then... Then what to do, he actually doesn't know...
"Oh...so many...skeletons..."
It was a good thing that Aragorn didn't remind him. When he said this, Gimli's body became stiff. Then he lowered his head and looked at the surrounding area with fear, which was almost entirely composed of human skulls. The road of corpses.
"Hey! You two guys wait for me!"
After seeing that the elf Legolas had followed Aragorn and disappeared into the mist of the undead, Gimli was frightened.
Then, he began to run without hesitation on top of these skulls, constantly tearing off the smoke-like undead arms that were constantly grabbing and trying to hold him, and fled for his life. He generally chased after the two of them.
…
When the three finally crossed the land of skulls and several winding corridors, they came to a huge rock building like an underground fortress gate. Here, there is a huge platform paved with stone slabs, and in front of the platform is an abyss, and on the other side is the gate of this building?
Is this the underground fortress of the mountain people in the past?
"Who broke into my territory..."
At this moment, a vague and sinister voice suddenly sounded in this empty underground square.
When Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas immediately turned around in the direction of the sound, they discovered that on the originally empty platform, a man wearing a crown slowly appeared. , the undead figure wearing ragged clothes?
"Are you the ruler of the undead here? We are here to ask your undead to fulfill a promise!"
After discovering an undead soul that could speak and seemed to be able to communicate, Aragorn finally felt somewhat comforted.
As long as these undead can still communicate, that would be fine. He is afraid that the other party cannot communicate, and then he doesn't know how to order or control the other party. At that time, the most terrible thing is!
"Hehehe... We have undead here, no living people are allowed to pass!"
On top of the undead's translucent skeletal face, the skeleton's fleshless mouth opened and closed like that, making it impossible for the three of them to judge each other's general attitude based on their expressions.
"I'm sure you will allow me to pass!"
Just when Aragorn was about to take two steps forward and explain carefully to this guy who seemed to be the leader of the undead, the other party suddenly opened his mouth and laughed coldly.
Then, after the other party's laughter echoed in the underground cave or the mountain fortress, the portals on the cliffs began to light up. What followed was that countless ferocious undead soldiers began to be awakened by each other, and quickly stepped on the cliff or mid-air without any foothold, floating directly towards the three of them and quickly surrounded them.
"This road is blocked..."
"Now, accept your imminent death...and then, join us..."
The undead leader who was talking and wearing a crown just sneered, holding the long sword in his hand, and speeding towards Aragorn with an evil look on his face.
"!?"
Seeing the opponent's movements, Legolas quickly drew an arrow and drew the bow quickly, instantly piercing the opponent's head with his long elf arrow!
It's a pity that the precise elf arrow did not cause any harm to the undead?
In fact, this long arrow just penetrated the heads of the leading undead and dozens of minions behind him! But it was like shooting into the air, without any hindrance, and shot straight into the distance and disappeared into the darkness.
"Hehehe..."
Then, the undead leader continued to sneer, and rushed up with his long sword raised high, and used his phantom-like weapon to slash directly at Aragorn's head!
choke!
There was a sound of metal clashing when the long swords met. To the surprise of the undead leader, the blow that he thought would kill him, his illusory undead energy sword, was actually blocked by the enemy's long sword?
"How can this be?!"
At the moment when it was dazed, Aragorn took two steps forward, grabbed the opponent's neck with one hand, and placed his holy sword under the opponent's neck.
"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, the thirty-ninth generation grandson of Isildur!"
"I'm here to ask you to fulfill your promise and accept my call to fight for me! How about it? Tell me, your answer?!"
After threatening the opponent with his sword, Aragorn pushed the opponent away with all his strength, and held the holy sword upright in front of himself so that all the undead could clearly see it. .
"This is impossible! Isildur...he has died!"
Seeing this kind of thing suddenly, the undead mountain king still felt a little unbelievable.
He remembered that Isildur, the one who cursed them and made them become like this, wasn't he already extinct? How come now, there is an inexplicable thirty-ninth generation grandson? !
This matter actually begins in the Second Age of Middle-earth.
At that time, there used to be a group of humans living near the White Mountains in the north of Gondor. They were called the people of the mountains.
They once regarded the Demon King Sauron as their faith and god. However, when the Kingdom of Gondor was established, due to the strength of Gondor, the king of the mountain people had to lead his men to swear allegiance to Isildur, the king of Gondor!
They had sworn to answer the call of Isildur and join the war against Sauron.
However, when the real war came, these mountain people refused the call of the King of Gondor. They did not dare to fight the gods they once believed in and the demon king Sauron. Therefore, they shamefully turned their backs. Their oath, refusing to answer Isildur's call!
So, the angry Isildur used the power of the holy sword and the rules of Middle-earth to curse the other party in turn with the help of the power of the sacred contract.
Regarding this matter, Isildur once said: If the mountain people do not fulfill their promise, they will never rest in peace, and this curse will continue until the other party is willing to fulfill their oath!
As a result, those mountain people who hid in the mountains and did not dare to confront Sauron, as time went by, gradually became dead because of Isildur's curse, and the country also perished because of it.
In fact, their souls have been lingering in the Middle-earth world, and they can never escape the coldness and loneliness of human hands...
"However, it didn't!"
"Now, look at me, look at the Nasir Holy Sword in my hand, and look at the double snake ring in my hand!"
After showing his identity, Aragorn used the holy sword in his hand to threaten the undead leader and some seemingly high-level undead.
"I order you: obey my call, regain your honor, and fight for me! And I will regard you as fulfilling your promise and lift the curse on you!"
"..."
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"Woo~! Woo~!"
Waves of sharp and distant horrifying horns sounded, and when the thick smoke erupted by Mount Doom completely covered the sun, and then, when the shadow began to cover the entire Minas Tirith, those who had been huddled in Ost The orc army in the western city of Giliath was finally no longer afraid of the sunlight that made them uncomfortable. They began to walk out of the ruins of the city in a grand manner, and after forming an array, they slowly pushed towards the capital of Gondor.
"Woo~! Woo~!"
The shrill sound of the horns continued, and the Orc Legion phalanx began to follow the horn prompts, shouting various chaotic slogans, and marched forward step by step.
There are large phalanxes of at least several thousand orcs, groups of tall black plate-armored trolls, and those towering giant trolls that are being pushed by several giant trolls and countless orc coolies, even bigger than Mina. The giant ladder truck and manhole railings, which are even higher than the city wall of Stirith, are at the forefront of the orc army's formation, slowly advancing towards the city wall.
If you look carefully, the defenders of Gondor will also find that in the middle of the Orc Legion's formation, there is a huge and ferocious siege weapon, the terrifying city gate ram-Gron!
Of course, in addition to the nearly 100,000 orcs on the ground, there are also several Nazgul flying dragon knights flying and hovering above the orcs in the sky. They are monitoring and controlling the orcs. movements and be ready to launch an air attack on the capital of Gondor at any time.
"snort……"
"Faramir! Go down immediately and start commanding the battle at the top of the city. Remember your mission: to defend the city wall to the greatest extent possible and hold back the enemy! You must not let them attack too quickly!"
In the royal courtyard of Gondor at the top of Minas Tirith, on the observation deck in front of the withered holy white tree, Denethor II, the regent of Gondor, who seems to have completely recovered from health , just wearing a tight-fitting black dress, like an old lion, looking coldly at the huge orc army of nearly 100,000 people outside Minas Tirith.
However, at this time, he was not really worried.
Because the main army of the United Kingdom of Alicia has arrived in the wilderness north of Minas Tirith, and it won't take long for them to reach the battlefield soon.
Therefore, Denese himself knew that their city only needed to hold on for half a day!
Because of this, he felt relieved to let his only remaining son, Faramir, go to the front line. In his opinion, this battle should not be too fierce. After all, when the main force of the United Kingdom arrives, then it will be a truly bloody and cruel battle!
During the offensive and defensive battle at the top of the city, their enemy's strong forces could not spread out. On the contrary, the defenders in their city had a great advantage.
"Yes, father!"
After receiving the order, Faramir did not hesitate. After bowing respectfully, he turned around and put on his swan-winged general's helmet, and greeted a group of walking swan knights to walk along the stairs to the city below. Trot away.
They have been waiting for this day for a long time! When they returned to Minas Tirith through the magical teleportation spell from Isengard's red-robed mage tower a few days ago, they have been nervously preparing to defend the city.
Although it was definitely too late to order reinforcements from the rear cities, they still raised enough militiamen in the city and prepared various fortifications and supplies.
Now, in the huge city of Minas Tirith, the capital of Gondor, in addition to Gondor's nearly 20,000 temporary and emergency garrison, there is also a teleportation system opened by the red-robed witch using her supreme magic power. A total of fifty 'Nemesis' large-caliber cannons were teleported through the door, as well as three hundred 'Wrath of the Goddess' musketeers led by General Lenas of the Second Legion who were responsible for protecting the cannons.
At this moment, they are in the royal garden behind Regent Denese, staying on the artillery position they have set up long ago, ready to launch artillery attacks on the enemy at any time!
For these cannons, there is simply no higher and more suitable place for artillery positions than the Royal Court Terrace Garden! The location here is high, the view is far, and there is no need to worry about the enemy's counterattack?
"Excuse me, General Lenas, can your cannons deal with those flying Nazgul Knights?"
After watching the enemy's movements for a while, Denese looked a little worriedly at the young female general Lenas who was standing next to her and observing the enemy's situation with her, and cautiously asked.
Now, if the Orc army does not have those Nazgul, then Denethor is sure to hold Minas Tirith for at least a few days, and he can even hold on until his own defenders are exhausted or the main force of the United Kingdom arrives. And come to the station!
After all, Minas Tirith is a fortress with layers of defense. The streets and city gates surrounding the mountain are solid barriers that can consume the orcs' vitality to the maximum extent!
It's a pity that those Ringwraiths and those flying monsters are too much of a deterrent to the defenders! When they were in the western city of Osgiliath, Gondor had already suffered a huge loss from those Nazgul! The opponent's screams and the huge figure that just flew through the air were a serious challenge to the morale of the defenders!
Therefore, he was a little worried. He was worried that the Ringwraiths would put tremendous psychological pressure on his side, which would lead to an early collapse of the defense line! With no other choice, he could only pin his hopes on the powerful new weapons behind him.
Originally, there was actually a better choice for dealing with those Ringwraiths. The best choice was the little witch in red robe who was sitting on the roof of the palace and watching the show!
It is said that all those ring spirits were killed by her once before? It's just that they were resurrected by the Demon Lord Sauron again recently?
What makes Denese helpless is that for some reason, the powerful little witch does not seem to be prepared to intervene in this war. Moreover, the other party also said that the power of Minas Tirith is enough to deal with it now. Those Nazgul?
After thinking about it, he thought that the other party was referring to the ferocious artillery troops behind the two people, so Denese asked the female general standing next to him.
"Haha! Regent of Gondor, you really know how to joke!"
Hearing the other party's outrageous idea, Lenas was so happy that she burst out laughing.
Use a cannon to fight flying Nazgul? Thank you for coming up with such a nonsensical idea!
You know, the 'Nemesis' cannon is actually best used to attack fixed targets, such as enemy walls, gates or solid fortresses like fortresses, but even so, its hit rate is only less than It's just ten percent.
For example: when you want to bomb the enemy's city gate, maybe it hits the enemy's city wall?
Of course, at certain times, they can also be used to attack the enemy's large-scale military formations and consume the enemy's strength and morale! For example, during the Battle of Helm's Deep, those strong orc phalanxes and the current orc legion phalanxes, when the enemy is in a dense state, there is no need for accuracy. You can kill a hundred and eighty of them?
If it were to be a single target, the effect would be a bit limited...
When it is an enemy infantry, even if the enemy is standing still in the distance, if they deal with such a small target, even if their cannon fires hundreds of rounds, they may not be able to hit it!
So, not to mention those Nazgul knights flying fast in the sky. Firstly, their artillery muzzles cannot be raised high. Secondly, they must not be able to aim at the extremely fast flying Nazgul.
"Our cannons basically have no deterrent effect against individual small targets! They can only deal with large targets such as cluster targets on the ground, city walls and gates!"
"Or, like those giant siege engines and those tall manholes of the orcs?"
It was funny, but Lenas still explained it seriously and responsibly to the regent who had high expectations.
"As for those ring spirits...if they dare to fly over, I believe that our musketeers will teach them a profound lesson!"
This is the reason why Lenas did not send the musketeers to the city.
She needs to arrange the musketeers here. If the Nazgul dare to fly over and cause trouble after the war, she will definitely let the musketeers shoot in the air! Moreover, she felt that the skin of those sub-dragons would definitely not be harder than that of the trolls, right?
You must know that the 'Wrath of the Goddess' mini rifle can kill an unprotected troll with one shot within a hundred yards!
"That's it...that's good!"
Since there was a way to guard against the Ringwraiths, Denese could only temporarily relax and nod. This was at least much better than having no way at all.
"Crooked? I said, how long do you have to wait? Hurry up and fire! Look, they are approaching the city wall soon!"
At this time, she was holding her little bear in her arms on the top of the palace castle, smacking some kind of nuts in her hand. The little red-robed witch felt a little impatient, so she shouted loudly to the artillerymen in the courtyard. .
"Yes! I obey!"
Seeing that the little witch had begun to urge, Lenas did not dare to delay any more. After responding, she quickly walked back to the artillery position behind and began to arrange an artillery bombardment mission for them.
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"Hurry up! You bastards, hurry up and push harder!"
In the Orc army, an Orc general riding on a warg, with one side of his face and one hand severely distorted, was proudly looking at his army, and from time to time scolded the lazy Orcs under his command.
It needs to keep an eye on these lazy guys and let them quickly push the more than ten giant shafts with their own stairs to the edge of the city wall of Minas Tirith, and then, when they lower the guardrails of the shafts and block the wall At that time, its orc army could continuously attack the city wall through the steel structure manhole.
"Hurry! Push harder!"
After a fierce whip whipped out a bloody trace from a troll who wanted to be lazy, it turned the direction of the warg, preparing to get to the center of the army and direct those stupid and lazy guys to hit Minas. The huge steel gate of Tirith.
On board the City Wall, however, if they relied on the city wall alone, it would not be easy for them to invade this huge human city! Therefore, it is better to break the city gate directly.
"what's the situation?!"
At this time, just as it was directing the wargs to stagger towards the center of the large group of military formations, it suddenly discovered: At the top of the city of Minas Tirith, a wolf seemed to be rushing quickly. Lots of little black dots? Moreover, those black spots seemed to make bursts of thunder-like rumbling sounds at the same time?
Then, it raised its head in confusion.
"What is that?!"
From here, those little black spots look like small stones thrown by a trebuchet?
But why do they seem so fast? Can it also make a rumble like thunder? This makes it feel very puzzled!
Then, before it could react, the rumbling sound quickly came from far to near, and soon plunged into the vicinity of the pit trucks, and plowed through the large phalanx of the Orc Legion. After dozens of ferocious lines of blood, a few 'small stones' luckily hit their giant siege truck, causing the siege beast to shatter and collapse on the spot, while also killing many people around it. Orc legionnaire.
"..."
What on earth is it? It doesn't look very big, so why is it so powerful?
Silently looking at a small stone that rolled down beside him and lost its kinetic energy, the orc general realized: This is actually just an iron ball as big as a head?
After looking at the terrifying effects of the enemy's attacks in its own troops, it turned its head again doubtfully and looked at the top of Minas Tirith. If it had read it correctly just now, it seemed... …Those little black iron balls were dropped from the top?
Well, please forgive the barren adjective in the head of this half-orc general, because apart from knowing that a catapult can throw stones and iron blocks, it really can't imagine what kind of thing can throw such a heavy iron head. Throw it off?
"Well……"
Before the orc general could react, the attack just now was like a signal, and more huge stones were sent out by the large catapults in Minas Tirith. At this moment , there was a rain of large and small stones in the sky...
"Hiss~!!"
At this time, without the Orc general issuing an order, the Ringwraith Dragon Knights hovering over the troops turned their mounts around and flew towards the city of Minas Tirith!
At the same time, one of the Ringwraiths, after continuously circling and rising, dived directly towards the highest point of Minas Tirith, the palace square where the black iron ball had just been shot...
