The world has changed...
I know from the water...
I know from the soil...
I know it from the wind...
Late at night, in Rivendell, in front of the exquisite high tower attic, Eldron stared at the quiet valley shrouded in dim light below him, with a deep expression on his face.
"The enemy's strength is growing day by day..."
"Sauron has sent his puppet Saruman to attack Rohan..."
"Isengard's army is out in force, and they will kill all the people of Rohan."
"The evil eye of Sauron is now upon Gondor..."
"The last free human kingdom in the entire world is about to face the arrival of Modo's army..."
"He felt the Ring's approach..."
"The ring bearer's will is fading..."
"The era of elves has come to an end..."
"Are we going to stay in Middle-earth and let fate happen?"
"Are we going to let humans fight alone?"
Lady Galadriel's words continued to echo in his mind, and Elrond's expression became more serious and deep.
The crescent moon in the sky disappeared into the clouds at some point.
The night was getting darker.
At this time, a small figure suddenly flew quickly from the sky and flew straight to Eldron in front of the attic of the tower.
The messenger bird chirped in Eldron's ear and quickly flew away and disappeared.
Elrond turned around and walked towards the palace behind him.
Walking through the familiar and quiet attic corridor of the exquisite hall.
It didn't take long.
Eldron came to a particularly exquisite room.
Slowly walking into the room, she saw Arwen, wearing a long black dress, sitting in front of the window and staring quietly out of the window.
"Arwen..."
Elrond spoke softly: "The time has come."
Arwen immediately turned her head to look at her father.
"The ship is ready for Valinor."
"Come," said Elrond, "for they will soon set sail."
Looking at her father, Arwen said softly: "I have made up my mind."
The words fell.
Elrond's expression changed slightly, but he immediately returned to his previous calmness in the blink of an eye.
"He's not coming back."
"Why do you need to stay in this hopeless place?"
Elrond stared at his daughter and spoke again, of course he knew what decision Arwen had just made.
"Because hope is still there..."
Arwen spoke softly again, with a determined look on her face.
"call..."
Elrond took a deep breath, suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, walked slowly to the open window, looked out the dark window and said slowly: "Even if Aragorn can survive, you will still have to separate."
"Even if Sauron is overthrown and defeated..."
"Even if Aragorn ascends the throne..."
"Even if everything you wish for comes true..."
"Everything comes true..."
"You will still feel the fleeting pain of human destiny."
"No matter how many years pass, time..."
"Aragorn will die one day."
"And at that time, you will only face endless pain and pain."
"He will die..."
"With the glorious image of the king among men, he will remain in people's hearts forever."
"But you, my daughter..."
"You will continue to live in this world, forever trapped in darkness and confusion."
"It's like a winter night without any stars."
"You will be left alone in this world..."
"Wandering between loneliness and darkness, forever and ever, until the end of your long life..."
...
late at night.
Helm's Deep.
Fort Bugle.
A large number of burning torches and braziers illuminated the entire military fortress.
Within the inner walls of the wide outer courtyard.
This is the largest and most empty place in the entire Horn Castle. A large number of residents are busy here. They make fires to cook dinner, eat and rest.
Morgan was now walking inside the inner wall.
Behind him were his companions Legolas and Gimli, and the two warrior chiefs.
Yes, not long ago in front of an army of hussars and guards.
King Théoden personally appointed Morgan as one of the commanders in charge of all matters responsible for the warriors of the outer wall.
All warriors defending the outer wall must obey Morgan's command and jurisdiction.
If there is disobedience to orders, Morgan has the highest temporary disposal power, that is, the power of life and death.
However, King Théoden clearly played a good card by making Morgan the commander.
When Théoden revealed Morgan's identity in front of a group of Rohan hussars.
There was an obvious noise like screams from the entire army.
In fact, it had been several days since Morgan arrived in Edoras and then followed Théoden and a group of residents to move to the Horn Keep for refuge.
But in fact, only a handful of people know Morgan's true identity.
After all, Gandalf has a more distinct and conspicuous image.
Morgan's "recognizability" is much lower.
Especially in the human kingdom of Rohan.
When the legendary protagonist appeared in front of them, all the soldiers expressed their enthusiasm and welcome to Morgan's command.
This made King Théoden smile. He was right to find Morgan. His idea was indeed right.
After Théoden appointed Morgan, he said a few more words and left in a hurry.
Time was running out, and the entire Horn Castle needed him to manage and command, so he couldn't spend more time chatting with Morgan.
As for Morgan, we need to know more.
The two warrior leaders following him could answer most of the questions Morgan wanted to ask.
One of these two leaders is the leader who originally stayed at the Horn Castle.
The other was the leader of the hussars, and had previously served under the third marshal Éomer of Rohan.
The two men were acting as advisors to Morgan at this time.
"The strategic plan for this battle has been set, focusing on defense. So, how are the arrows that the soldiers need prepared?"
Morgan walked inside the inner wall, scanning everything around him, turning to ask the warrior leader beside him, and kept walking towards the high wall in front of him.
"It's ready. We have enough inventory. We can definitely give the monsters in Essinger a good look this time."
The middle-aged leader immediately nodded and said.
He has stayed at the Horn Castle in Helm's Deep for a long time and is extremely familiar with the situation here.
"What about the other things prepared to deal with the enemy's siege?"
Morgan continued to ask.
How can you never see a pig running if you haven't eaten pork?
Although Morgan has gone through countless battles, although in most cases he was single-handed, he has never led an army to attack.
But anyway, most of his friends are either kings and lords, or ministers and generals. Anyway, they are not mortals.
It is normal for Morgan to have some understanding of leading troops under the influence of his ears and eyes.
He generally knew the attack and counterattack methods in the battle to defend the city, as well as some important things to pay attention to.
"Of course, thorny thorn logs, stones, spears, and kerosene are all ready."
Seeing the legendary dragon-slaying warrior commander asking these questions, the middle-aged leader immediately said respectfully.
He did not underestimate Morgan, nor did he dare to underestimate Morgan.
Of course, he also didn't know that this was Morgan's first time commanding troops in combat.
He knew from adventure legends that Morgan had good relations with the king of the dwarf kingdom of the Lone Mountain in the north, the king of the river valley gang, and the elf king of the Dark Forest. He knew that these handed down methods of defending the city were very normal.
After all, he grew up listening to Morgan's stories.
After hearing what the warrior leader said, Morgan seemed to have thought of something and stopped immediately.
"Maren, how did you usually deal with feces in the Horn Castle before?"
Amid the doubtful looks of the people behind him, Morgan looked at the middle-aged warrior leader beside him and asked again.
Yes, Morgan, who traveled from the Great Celestial Dynasty, thought of a cruel way to deal with the siege soldiers when defending the city, which is to pour "golden juice", which is boiled hot excrement juice, on the enemy when they attack the city. , full of lethality.
Not only does pouring gold juice directly have huge lethality, but the lethality produced by contaminating the arrowheads with gold juice is even more astonishing.
Because the fecal juice is very dirty, the wounds of soldiers who are basically shot will definitely become infected, and then they will die.
"stool?"
Hearing Morgan ask this, several people behind him looked a little unnatural.
In this world, although most people find a place and anywhere to solve their problems when they are in need.
However, in some large cities and towns, in order to avoid urban sanitation conditions, there is still the concept of centralized "toilets" for the disposal of feces.
But in this Horn Castle, Morgan was not sure.
"There are quite a few soldiers staying at the Horn Castle. Of course we have specially dug a cesspool to dispose of everyone's excrement."
After a moment of silence, the middle-aged leader Malen spoke.
"Oh, that's good, how many are there?"
Morgan's eyes lit up. Fortunately, these thugs didn't get rid of them casually, and he immediately continued to ask.
"Uh...there's a lot."
Maren said softly, although he didn't know what Morgan was thinking.
But when the other party asked formally like this, he must not only be concerned about the health issues of the Horn Fort.
"Okay, I'll give you a task."
Morgan turned to face the middle-aged leader in front of him and said solemnly: "I want you to send people to collect all the feces in the cesspit, and then find a way to boil it in a big pot, and then keep it in reserve, just like the thorny thorns and rolling logs you prepared It’s the same as stones and kerosene.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged leader's face was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly reacted and looked at Morgan: "All of them?"
"Yes, and fast."
"Because we don't know when the orcs from Isengard will arrive."
Morgan nodded and said.
Looking at Morgan's serious face, the middle-aged leader Mullen immediately nodded, then turned around and strode back.
It had been said so clearly that several people around him had already understood it.
"Lord Morgan...can you really use boiled feces to deal with your enemies?"
At this time, Clive, the quiet young hussar leader beside him, suddenly asked.
He is a powerful hussar warrior who rides in the wilderness under Éomer.
Although they had never defended the city, the method of attacking with excrement like rolling logs that Morgan had just mentioned seemed a bit absurd.
"Sure you can..."
"Boiling feces juice makes me sick just thinking about it."
Before Morgan could speak, the dwarf Gimli immediately answered, shaking his head at the end: "If anyone dares to get that thing wet on him, I swear I will kill him!"
"Use boiled dung against those orcs..."
"This is indeed a good idea."
"The feces not only stink but are also dirty. If you accidentally get it on a wound, the wound will be difficult to treat and will deteriorate quickly."
After thinking about it, Legolas answered and nodded: "Although this method is not so glorious, and it is a bit hard to accept."
"But winning is the most important thing."
Legolas apparently spoke what everyone was thinking.
"To deal with those evil damned orcs, you don't have to worry about the glory or dishonor. As long as you can kill those guys, that's a good way."
Hearing what Legolas said later, Gimli was obviously not satisfied, and he immediately answered: "Orcs won't talk about that with you."
All right.
Morgan had not yet spoken to the young gelding leader's question.
His two friends answered the question perfectly.
Hear the conversation between these two.
Clive, the young leader, was speechless.
He just didn't change his mind for a while.
Then I finally understood.
Clive also hated orcs deeply, and he naturally agreed with the dwarf in front of him: "There is no need to pay attention to other things when dealing with those evil orcs, as long as you can kill them, it is a good way.
Morgan continued to move forward with a few people.
Soon, in the corner of the tall, thick and solid outer wall, a group of residents were busy washing clothes and other things around the edge of the puddle.
When Morgan looked at the puddle, he immediately saw the edge of the city wall, half submerged in the puddle, exposing the drainage outlet with a half-meter-high hole.
The scene from the memory plot immediately flashed in his mind, and Morgan led a few people and walked towards the puddle immediately.
He quickly came to the waterhole and watched as the residents followed by armed guards immediately made way for Morgan and his party.
"What's in there?"
Morgan pointed to the water outlet and asked a small leader behind him.
Like the middle-aged leader who left before, this leader stayed at the Horn Castle. This time he was specifically responsible for introducing the situation to Morgan.
"There are fences inside that are forged from steel."
When Morgan asked, the little leader immediately realized what Morgan wanted to say and immediately continued: "Don't worry, Sir Morgan, the enemy cannot pass here."
Of course, if it is a cold weapon, then Saruman's army will indeed not be able to get in from here.
But for Saruman, now a white wizard turned industrial magnate, anything is possible.
"Block it up, with boulders, as fast as you can."
Morgan didn't bother to explain to the little leader and directly ordered: "Tell me when you're done."
"Yes, sir."
The military orders were like mountains. Even if the little leader didn't understand them, he had to accept them immediately, turned around and strode behind him.
"Let's go, let's see the strongest city wall in Rohan..."
Morgan said and walked towards the stone stairs next to the puddle and walked up the tall and thick city wall.
Time passed slowly.
Morgan spent a long time on this facade.
When walking down the city wall.
There was already a hint of white clouds in the eastern sky.
It was already dawn.
Morgan's first night in Helm's Deep.
Essinger's orc army did not appear.
Morgan descended from the city wall and walked towards the inner wall with Legolas and Gimli.
After traveling for several days, the three of them barely rested.
The war is coming, so it is necessary to take some time to rest and recharge your spirits.
The three of them walked into the inner city and almost reached the door of the room.
Eowen, wearing a blue dress, stood in front of Morgan.
Seeing that the Princess of Rohan was here to cause trouble for Morgan, Gimli pulled Legolas in who looked a little worried and returned to the room early.
Morgan was left to face the not-so-good-looking princess alone.
at this time.
"Woooo..."
The rapid sound of the horn suddenly came from the fortress high platform on the Horn Rock in front.
At this moment, Morgan Eowyn's expression changed.
