Fangorn Forest.
A crescent moon hangs high in the night sky.
The dim moonlight shines into the forest through the gaps in the forest.
Meripipin and the two hobbits could barely see everything around them at this night.
"Are they okay yet?"
"It's already night time."
Pippin held a twig in his mouth and felt a little uncomfortable sitting there. Looking at the large number of Ents standing together in the distance, he couldn't help but speak again.
It was too painful for him, who had an active personality, to sit here for several hours.
"You need to be patient Pippin."
"This is no small matter. Treebeard and the others will definitely consider it carefully."
"Just wait a little longer..."
Merry sat on a boulder and said casually.
Although he was also sitting bored, he knew the importance of persuading Treebeard and the others to join the war.
From the Shire to Rivendell;
Then follow the Fellowship of the Ring all the way from Rivendell.
There have been too many things, too many dangers, and too much growth along the way.
Today he is no longer the young hobbit he was just having fun in Hobbiton.
Of course, so did Pippin.
Merry said as he couldn't help but change his position and move his butt so that his legs would no longer feel numb.
"Of course I know this is no small matter, it's just..."
Pippin answered.
The words have not yet finished.
At this time, the two hobbits saw a familiar tall figure moving in the distance, turning around and walking towards them.
"Treebeard comes to Merry."
Pippin's spirit was shaken, and he immediately changed his words and stood up.
Like Merry, he immediately became energetic.
The two hobbits stood up and faced the tall Treebeard.
"how's it going?"
Pippin, who had been holding back for a long time while looking at Treebeard, walked up and asked immediately.
"Well, we have unanimously decided..."
Treebeard spoke slowly as usual.
The two hobbits looked at each other and looked at Treebeard expectantly.
"I will inform the Ents of the Ent Assembly about your names..."
"We all agree that you are not orcs."
Treebeard spoke very rhythmically.
Just the words fell.
Treebeard stopped talking.
The two hobbits waited and waited. After waiting for a long time, Treebeard didn't speak again.
Merry finally couldn't help but said, "That's it?"
"What about Saruman?"
"What have you decided about him?"
Meri asked anxiously.
"Don't be anxious, Lord Brandydeer."
Treebeard spoke slowly, as always.
But Merry obviously couldn't wait any longer. He had already seen the power of Saruman's army during the day, and he knew that Gandalf, Morgan Legolas and several other companions were in Rohan.
The slower the Ents join the battlefield, the more dangerous Gandalf Morgan and his friends are.
It's not that he is anxious, but that the situation simply cannot wait.
"in a hurry?"
"No, our friends, and the Kingdom of Rohan, they are already at war at this time."
"Saruman's orc army is too powerful. They cannot win without help."
Merry immediately spoke urgently.
"The war...does have an impact on everyone."
"However, communicating in Ent language is very time-consuming, and they don't know Common Language. You two need to understand this."
"So we usually don't talk unless necessary..."
"Just wait a little longer..."
Treebeard said, turned around and walked into the Ent Assembly venue again.
Two hours later.
Treebeard: "The meeting decided that we Ents will not participate in the war."
Meili looked angry: "What decision is this?"
Treebeard shook his branch slightly and shook his head: "This is not our war."
Meri became even more angry: "But you are part of this world, aren't you?"
Merry: "Saruman is the enemy of all free races in this world. Do you think you will be spared? You can't just watch!"
Treebeard still shook his head: "You are indeed brave, Lord Merry, but..."
Treebeard: "Your mission is completed, go home..."
In the dim Fangorn Forest.
Pippin got dressed, packed up the trinkets he had taken photos of in the forest during this period, and walked over to Merry, who was silent.
"We are too small."
"Nothing will change..."
"We have tried our best, and I believe Gandalf will not blame us..."
"But fortunately we still have Ciel."
"Maybe it's time to go home, I miss my hometown tobacco and beer..."
Pippin glanced at the Ent Conference that was still going on in the distance and spoke softly.
"No, Pippin."
"The war in Isengard will continue to spread."
"The forests of Tuckerland and Buckland will also burn..."
"The greenness and beauty of this world will disappear..."
"There will be no more peace..."
"We can't hide from Pippin..."
Merry turned his head and looked at the little friend who grew up together before him, shaking his head and speaking in a low tone.
It didn't take long.
The Ent Conference is finally over.
Merry and Pippin, the two hobbits, once again sat on Treebeard's shoulders.
"I'll drop you off at the western edge of the forest. You can go home by walking north from there."
Treebeard walked in the dark forest and said to the two hobbits on his shoulders.
After the recent argument, the two hobbits felt heavy and neither of them spoke.
After a while, Pippin, who recovered from his worries, seemed to think of something and suddenly said: "Wait a minute, Treebeard."
"What's wrong?"
"Let's change the direction and go south. We'll go home that way."
"South?"
"It's very close to Essinger..."
"Yes, it's right there. Trust us, we have a solution."
"All right..."
Time passed slowly.
The night is getting darker.
When Treebeard and the two hobbits continued southward along Fangorn Forest, they finally walked out of the forest.
Both of them and Kazuki were stunned.
In front of the empty space, there are broken tree roots, scattered leaves and branches everywhere, bare and in a mess.
In the eyes of the two hobbits, they may only think that this is a severely logged forest.
But in Treebeard's eyes, this is a battlefield and a slaughterhouse!
This is a provocation and killing of Ent!
"No..."
Treebeard looked at the scene in front of him with an extremely sad expression, and said in a trembling voice: "Many of these are my friends."
"I've known them since they were nuts and acorns..."
"I still remember every one of their voices..."
Treebeard walked slowly in the bloody and messy killing field, his eyes swept over all the killed trees, and finally stopped in the direction of Isengard in the distance. His voice quickly changed from heartache and sadness to anger, incomparable anger.
"Saruman!"
It was a voice that almost came from the bottom of my heart.
"Roar..."
Treebeard's roaring sound immediately spread toward the Fangorn Forest behind him.
"Roar..."
"Roar..."
Continuous shocking roars resounded throughout the Fangorn Forest.
Immediately afterwards, the entire forest and the ground began to shake and tremble.
Sitting on Treebeard's shoulders, Merry and Pippin's expressions kept changing.
At this moment, they felt the anger from Ent.
...
Helm's Deep.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Bang bang bang..."
The rumble of chaotic footsteps.
A long line of burning torches illuminates the night sky.
From the moment when the dense and huge army of Orcs from Isengard appeared at the mouth of Helm's Deep Valley.
On the Horn Castle, regardless of race or status...
Everyone felt the overwhelming momentum of the Isengard orc army.
"Huhu..."
The wind and snow in the night sky became even bigger.
The biting cold wind carried the ice and snow and hit everyone's faces wantonly.
But no one noticed.
Everyone was looking at the huge army approaching in front of them, their expressions were serious, serious, fearful, uneasy, nervous, excited, impulsive, angry... and all kinds of emotions.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Bang bang bang..."
The footsteps rumbled, the ground shook, and the orc army kept approaching.
On the Hornburg.
The human and elven coalition is ready.
This time the Rohan garrison totaled close to four thousand.
Originally there were one thousand soldiers guarding the Royal City of Edoras.
Éomer led two thousand hussars.
There are more than 500 warriors left in the Horn Castle, plus 300 elven warriors from Lothlorien, plus the young residents of Edoras who are temporarily wearing armor and holding swords.
The approximately 4,000 defenders were divided into three fronts.
The first front is naturally led by Morgan, who is responsible for defending the long outer wall of the tall and thick Horn Castle.
The second front is led by Éomer, the third marshal of Rohan, who is responsible for guarding the strongest fortress of the Horn Castle, which is also where the gate of the Horn Castle is located.
The third front is led by King Théoden, who is responsible for the defense of the entire inner city of Horn Castle.
Speaking of these three fronts, the gate of Horn Castle that Éomer is responsible for seems to be the most dangerous.
But this is not the case.
Because the main body of the building where the gate is located is extremely tall and strong.
Except for the gate, which is the only breakthrough, there are almost no other weak points.
And this breakthrough will naturally be treated with focus on defense.
The defensive position that Morgan was responsible for was the longest, widest and most extensive outer city wall, and was also the most dangerous front.
King Théoden obviously realized this.
Therefore, Morgan was assigned the largest number of warriors this time, more than Éomer and King Théoden combined.
At this time, there were nearly three thousand soldiers on the outer city wall and inside the city wall.
All the elite warriors, including the three hundred elite elves led by Haldir and the elite Elohan, were concentrated under Morgan.
It can be said that the exterior wall that Morgan is responsible for is directly related to the outcome of this war.
Once the outer wall is breached by the orc army, the war will be in danger.
Of course, the gate that Éomer was responsible for was equally important.
As for the inner city that King Théoden is responsible for, if all the orcs break into the inner city, this war will almost be over.
"Bang bang bang..."
The dense orc army is constantly approaching.
"Roar..."
As the orc leader standing on the huge rock in the wilderness roared.
Finally, the huge army came to a stop in front of the wasteland far in front of the Horn Castle.
The entire battlefield also fell silent.
The two armies faced each other, and the competition was naturally about their momentum.
On Rohan's side, four thousand warriors plus the fortifications of Horn Keep are not a small number.
But facing the heavily armed and densely packed orc army in front of them, numbering at least 15,000, their momentum was obviously much lower.
At this time, Morgan, who was tall and strong, wearing dark red dragon scale armor, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist, walked alone to the center of the city wall warriors, looking at the orc army below with an indifferent expression.
In the eerily quiet battlefield, this move immediately attracted the attention of many soldiers.
At this time, all the warriors naturally knew this legendary and powerful human being.
Seeing Morgan step forward, everyone who saw this scene felt a sense of relief and a sense of security.
The worries that were originally caused by the huge power of the orcs also dissipated.
The strangely quiet confrontation continued.
Jin Li, who was not as tall as the corridors of the outer city wall, kept standing on tiptoes and looking outside, but could not see anything.
Finally, he couldn't help but look at Legolas beside him and asked in a low voice: "What's the situation outside now?"
Even with Legolas' usual seriousness and the serious atmosphere at this moment, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly when he saw the funny scene of Gimli tiptoeing: "Do you want me to tell you?"
"Or should I find you a footrest?"
After the words fell, Gimli looked stunned, and then realized that Legolas was laughing at his height, so he immediately muttered: "Being tall is nothing special."
"There's nothing wrong with being short."
"At least those Uruks can't see me and can't shoot me with their arrows."
Jinli hid behind the city wall and spoke to himself.
In the Orc army below, the leader of the Orc standing on the huge rock behind immediately waved his weapon and roared.
The next second.
The entire huge orc army immediately waved their weapons and roared.
Such a large team roared deliberately.
For a while.
Weird and terrifying roars filled the night sky.
The entire Horn Keep was shaken.
A group of warriors who were already in serious and tense condition immediately opened their long bows.
The warriors assigned to the front line on the outer city wall were all elite warriors who were proficient in bows, arrows and long swords.
This naturally includes the three hundred elite elves from Lothlorien.
"Roar..."
"Roar..."
The roar of the orc army continued.
Morgan walked in front of a group of elite warriors who raised their longbows, and also shouted: "Hold on!"
Morgan's angry roar immediately overwhelmed the roar of the strong orcs, which slightly relieved the tension in the hearts of the warriors.
But the roar of the orc army continued.
At this time, not only did the more disciplined elf warriors on the outer wall where Morgan stood not draw their bows, but the other warriors all drew their long bows at the moment when the roar of the orc army sounded, even the high platform of the city gate in charge of Éomer The soldiers on the fortress were all the same.
It takes a lot of strength to nock an arrow and draw a bow for such a long time, but the soldiers can't let go at this time.
The leader of the strong orcs seemed to know this, and allowed his subordinates to continue shouting to maintain deterrence, in order to consume the strength of the human warriors on the opposite side.
Although Morgan was the commander-in-chief for the first time, he was a master of archery and knew this very well.
There is only one best solution to deal with the current situation, and that is:
Morgan took off the "Galatrim bow" given by Galadriel as quickly as possible, then drew the arrow, nocked the arrow, and opened the bow in one go.
"Whoosh..."
With almost no deliberate aim, the arrows roared towards the dense army ahead with a sound of breaking through the air.
The next second.
The leader of the orcs standing on the boulder, holding his weapon high, groaned and then dropped the boulder.
At this moment, the roar of the orc army suddenly stopped.
at the same time.
Above the walls of the Horn Castle, someone immediately cheered for the arrow: "Morgan!"
With the first sentence, the rest will fall into place.
"Morgan!"
"Morgan!"
"Morgan!"
The cheers on the outer wall immediately swept through the entire Horn Keep and the entire battlefield.
