Port of Pelagil.
Upstream from the mouth of the Great River Anduin, one of Gondor's most important and oldest ports.
At this time, it was on the largest and most conspicuous huge pier in the port.
Morgan, Aragorn, Legolas and other members of the expedition team, as well as dozens of Dúnedain rangers, were standing on the dock in full armor, waiting quietly.
"We have been waiting for a long time. When will those pirates come?"
The dwarf Gimli scratched his thick beard on his chin and said a little irritably.
In the past two days, he felt as if some ticks had gotten into his beard, and it was getting more and more itchy, like lice.
But there was no way to clean it up at this time, so I had to endure the itching.
"What, you got lice?"
Sensing something strange about Gimli next to him, Morgan glanced sideways at the dwarf who scratched his thick beard on his chin from time to time and asked.
"Lice...what lice..."
"How can it be!"
"There's no way I could grow that thing."
Being asked abruptly by Morgan, Gimli immediately jumped up and denied it again and again.
Speaking of which, dwarves have always regarded beards as a symbol of beauty and a symbol of men's charm. If they heard that someone had lice in their beard, it would definitely become a joke.
Seeing Gimli's excited reaction, Morgan didn't feel surprised and didn't expose it. He just smiled and stopped talking.
Aragorn on the other side said: "It should be here soon. If they want to enter Gondor, they must pass through this port."
"Is it possible they've passed?"
Legolas looked at the empty river in the distance and couldn't help but say something.
"It shouldn't be possible..."
Morgan continued: "I have asked residents in nearby ports before, and they have not seen a large fleet of ships appear on the water in the past few days."
"Hey, when did you ask? We have been together all this time, why didn't I know."
Gimli looked at Morgan in surprise and asked.
"Because you were scratching your beard at that time..."
Morgan said with a smile on his lips.
"Well..."
Gimli was speechless when Morgan said this.
"coming..."
At this time, the voice of the leader of the rangers, "Halbarad", came from the side.
Everyone immediately raised their heads and saw a huge masted ship appearing in front of them at the end of the wide and rushing river.
Then the second ship, the third ship, the fourth ship...
Seven or eight large ships with masts of different sizes and styles appeared on the river ahead.
On the large sail above the bow of every large ship hung a black flag with a horrific portrait on it.
From this look, it doesn't look like a serious caravan at all.
And it was obviously a pirate fleet from the south.
"It's them..."
Aragorn looked at the approaching fleet and spoke in a deep voice.
The Dúnedain rangers who were good at shooting at the dock behind them had already taken out their longbows and nocked arrows.
Time passed slowly.
The huge pirate fleet is also constantly approaching the direction of everyone.
Finally, when the pirate fleet sailed into the wide river in front of the pier, the noises of many pirates on the pirate ships reached the shore of the pier.
Aragorn didn't waste any words. With a wave of his hand, arrows from the hands of dozens of Dúnedain rangers behind him immediately shot out.
"Swish swish..."
On the pirate ship closest to the dock, several pirates were immediately hit by arrows and fell to the ground, dead and injured.
The pirates had long noticed this small team on the dock.
But they had a tight time schedule to go to the capital of Gondor, and they didn't even pay attention to the small team on the shore.
This sudden attack caused the pirates to explode immediately.
"We don't even plan to deal with you, but you actually dare to take the lead in provocation!"
"That's okay!"
"Kill them, kill them all!"
Furious roaring orders immediately came from the mouth of the pirate leader at the stern, and the pirate ship hit by the arrow immediately turned around and headed towards the dock.
"You are the ones waiting for..."
Looking at the incoming pirates, Aragorn murmured, raised his hand and pulled out the Sword of Elendil from his waist, pointed it at the pirate fleet on the river ahead, and shouted in a deep voice: "Kill them all!"
The words fell.
Led by the skull leader wearing a crown, a skeleton silhouette emitting a light green terrifying light immediately rushed out from the rear dock.
Densely packed, endless...
Just seeing these terrifying undead, the pirates were so frightened that their legs weakened and they screamed. In the blink of an eye, they were overwhelmed by the undead army swarming forward.
The first ship, the second ship, the third ship...
...
Rohan.
The golden light cluster hangs high.
Warm wind blew across the earth.
The royal capital of Edoras.
It was very busy at this time.
I just returned to Edoras from Helm's Deep yesterday.
This morning I saw the smoke rising from the beacon tower at the top of the majestic white mountains.
This is a cry for help from Gondor.
King Théoden will also follow the ancient alliance with Gondor and rush to the aid of Gondor again.
Fortunately, Rohan was not far away from the end of the Battle of Horn Castle, and it had previous commitments and preparations to Gandalf.
King Théoden organized his army very quickly this time.
In front of the Meduselde Golden Palace Square, the brand-new white horse galloping flag flapped vigorously in the wind.
Below the royal flag fluttering in the wind.
The two short hobbits were each holding a short sword at this time, half-kneeling on one knee in front of the fully armored Kingdom Théoden.
"We are at your service, Your Majesty King Théoden."
"I accept your allegiance."
"From now on, Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrine Took are appointed as Rohan's squires..."
"Take your orders..."
King Théoden stretched out his hand to help the two hobbits up and said with a smile.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Merry and Pippin quickly shouted excitedly and accepted the offer happily.
When the light group in the sky climbs above the head, it is in the sky.
Edoras's cavalry army has been reorganized.
King Théoden rode forward in full military uniform, looking at the densely packed hussars below and shouting: "Warriors!"
"The war of Gondor is burning, and the old alliance remains..."
"For Rohan!"
"Set off!"
The king finished speaking.
All the warriors cheered in unison.
Immediately afterwards.
The King's flag with a white horse on a black background is flying.
Under the leadership of King Théoden, the Rohan hussars army left Edoras in a mighty manner and galloped towards the capital of Gondor.
...
The old capital of Gondor.
Osgiliath.
Thick clouds covered the sky.
Thick mist rose from both sides of the great river Anduin.
In the white mist, low roars, wails, roars, screams, mixed with the sound of swords clashing, and strange screams kept ringing out from all over this huge ruined city.
As Gondor's first and last line of defense against the Orcs of Modo.
The defending army led by Faramir fought too many times against the orc troops in Minas Morgul.
But no time has been as difficult as this one.
The battle actually lasted for nearly two days.
Especially with the Doomsday Mountain Fire that erupted in the direction of Modo last night and was enough to dye the clouds in the sky blood-colored.
And immediately after, a blue pillar of light burst into the sky from Minas Morgul.
From that time on, the orcs on the other side of the Anduin River seemed to have no intention of continuing to work hard with the Gondor army on the other side of the river. Instead, they became more and more dedicated and crazy.
Just like now, the orcs didn't care about the losses at all, and waves of orc warriors continued to pour in from the other side.
The fighting is getting more intense.
The Gondor warriors led by Faramir were beaten and retreated.
Although I can barely hold on to this place and Osgiliath for the time being.
But without the support from the royal capital of Minas Tirith at the rear.
It's only a matter of time before this place falls.
"boom..."
Raising his hand to block an orc rushing out from the corner, Faramir turned around and chopped off the opponent's ugly head, then quickly ran towards the movement ahead.
"emission!"
"Swish swish..."
In the small ruins of the fortification, several warriors held bows and arrows and fired a volley. Four or five orcs who rushed towards the opposite side in the mist were immediately knocked to the ground.
At this time, Faramir's figure appeared around him.
"Faramir..."
The middle-aged warrior leader saw you, Faramir, and immediately stepped forward and said: "The soldiers have suffered heavy casualties, and we can hardly support them any longer."
Faramir was about to speak.
at this time.
"ah..."
An extremely shrill, disgusting sound, like the sound of sharp nails scraping on a blackboard amplified countless times, suddenly rang over Osgiliath.
At this moment, all the Gondor warriors in the ruins couldn't help but look in pain, and they all reached out to cover their ears.
Immediately afterwards.
In the sight of the still living Gondor warriors, a huge and ferocious beast was flying over the ruins of Osgiliath. On the back of the ferocious beast sat an evil figure shrouded in black robes. Zgur (the Ringwraith).
"No, the Nazgûl is here..."
"Retreat, notify all soldiers to retreat!"
"We are retreating to Minas Tirith."
"Quick, go notify all the soldiers!"
"Quickly!!"
Faramir looked at the nightmarish figure in the air and immediately shouted to the middle-aged leader in front of him and the surrounding warriors.
It didn't take long.
A large group of Gondor warriors rushed out of the ruins of the old capital of Osgiliath.
Some were riding horses, while others were running wildly on foot without finding horses.
All the Gondor warriors were running and retreating, retreating to the huge and great "White City" Minas Tirith in the distance behind.
"The Nazgûl is here!"
"Run!"
"Quickly..."
The Gondor warriors led by Faramir retreated resolutely.
The orcs were busy occupying Osgiliath for a while and could not catch up with the retreating warriors.
But the Ringwraiths riding on the flying evil beast monsters had no intention of letting these human warriors go.
Saw human warriors retreating.
The Ringwraiths immediately chased after them on huge and extremely fast flying ferocious beasts.
"ah..."
The extremely ear-piercing screams continued.
The soldiers who were struggling to escape could only cover their ears, their faces were nervous and frightened, and they fled forward in extremely embarrassed shapes.
But the ferocious beast is so fast.
Quickly flying over the fleeing human warriors, it was just a dive.
The next second.
Immediately, several human warriors were overturned and torn to pieces by the ferocious beasts, including their men and horses.
"Ahhhh..."
"Run quickly..."
"Help me...save me..."
The Nazgûl kept swooping.
Below, human screams and exclamations could be heard endlessly.
Several Nazgul rode on the ferocious beasts and hunted the Gondor warriors below.
The soldiers in retreat were almost powerless to fight back.
at this time.
Far ahead is the side entrance of the royal capital Minas Tirith.
A figure with a white horse, white clothes, white beard, and white hair rushed out of the royal capital and rushed towards the extremely dangerous fleeing troops in the distance ahead.
A rebel in such a dangerous situation.
It immediately attracted the attention of many warriors and civilians who gathered around the tall city walls of Minas Tirith and worried about the fleeing warriors on the vast plain ahead.
"Look, it's the White Knight..."
"The white knight is helping the soldiers..."
"It's really great..."
Amidst the cheers of everyone on the walls of Baicheng.
The white knight Gandalf held up the dazzling light of his staff and charged retrograde towards the ferocious beasts and evil ring spirits roaring in the sky.
For a while.
The light shines brightly.
...
after an hour.
The highest level of Minas Tirith, in the palace hall.
The current ruling prime minister, Denethor, sat on the bench that represented the dusty king's throne. He looked at his son Faramir, who was injured and exhausted, with an extremely gloomy expression.
"I gave Osgiliath to you, and you just abandoned it like this?" Denethor asked unceremoniously.
"There are too many Orcs, even the Nazgul have appeared..."
"It's really impossible to hold on anymore..."
"This was an honest choice I made based on my judgment at the time."
Faramir said.
"Choose truthfully..."
"Hmph..."
"Then, you let the Ring of Power be sent to Modo!"
"Allowing a weak and ignorant halfling to take them on a journey to death, and not bringing the ring back to me, is this also a choice you made after judgment?"
"tell me!"
Denethor looked extremely angry at the young son in front of him who had been disobedient since he was a child and liked to contradict him. His face was full of anger and he asked again.
"Yes, it was a choice I made after judgment..."
Faramir spoke truthfully again.
"Ah..."
"You will never be as good as your brother..."
"Boromir will remember his father's needs..."
"I know you've been wishing it was me in bed now and not my brother..."
"you're right..."
Faced with such sad words from his youngest son, Denethor spoke softly, with an extremely cold expression: "That's what I really think."
The words fell.
For a while.
The entire hall instantly became extremely silent and depressed.
Not long.
The hall door was knocked again.
Soon, the attendant walked into the hall with Gandalf in a white robe and several warrior leaders.
Denethor, who was sitting on the bench, looked at his youngest son and spoke again: "Osgiliath is an important defense for our perimeter, and it is also the place where your brother has been stationed for many years..."
"What do you want me to do?"
Faramir asked simply.
"We must not retreat and give up Anduin and the Pelennor Fields."
"so..."
Denethor looked at his young son in front of him with a gloomy face and said again: "Osgiliath must be taken back!"
Faramir said without hesitation: "It's hard to get Osgiliath back!"
"Then find a way..."
Denethor just glanced at the son in front of him, looked at the approaching people and continued to think about himself: "There will always be dangers in war."
"Who among you has the courage to take back Osgiliath for me?"
Denethor said, looking at the leaders in front and asking.
But these people were immediately on pins and needles.
Listening to Denethor's words, Gandalf finally understood that the rumors circulating in the outside world that the ruling prime minister did not like his youngest son were true.
The hall fell into silence.
After a while, Faramir spoke softly again: "I'll go."
"If I could come back..."
"Father, please change your view of me..."
Faramir finished speaking softly, turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall with heavy steps.
afternoon.
The dark clouds from Modo covered the sky and covered the sky.
In front of the gates of Minas Tirith.
Faramir, fully armed and looking tired, once again led a group of Gondor warriors to stand in front of the gate.
Finally, the city gate was slowly opened.
Faramir took the lead, leading the soldiers behind him, getting closer and closer into the distance, and the dense and endless army of orcs rushed forward.
Half an hour later.
Except for a horse dragging a bloody corpse back to the gate of the White City, all other Gondor warriors who attacked were wiped out.
after an hour.
On the vast plains of Pelennor.
Countless, densely packed, and uncountable Orc army has steadily stood in front of the White City of Minas Tirith.
The war is about to break out.
