October 20, 2931 of the Third Era.
This is a day that will be remembered by almost all good races on the continent of Middle-earth in future generations.
this day.
For the first time since the Noldor High Kings in ancient times, the coalition of elves, humans, and dwarves reunited under one banner and launched a challenge to the darkness.
this day.
The horns of elves, humans, and dwarves were blown in turn.
The allied forces of the three tribes lined up neatly, with elves as the main force and humans and dwarves as the supplements, and headed towards the huge and gloomy iron gate of Ghost Shadow Pass.
The Western generals, led by Dragonborn, took the lead and walked at the forefront of the coalition forces.
Among them, the Elf King’s flag is the most numerous.
Thousands of years later, the flags of Linton, Rivendell, Karathgarathon, and the Woodland Kingdom once again came to the dark land of Mordor.
This will arouse the joint shock of the coalition forces and the evil forces on the other side of the door.
Next to the Elven King's banner are the royal banners of Gondor and Rohan.
Ecthelion brought with him 1,000 palace guards and knights from the vizier's family.
There are also some escorts from the princes of Rohan and Doamroth.
Among them, Iomgar was very surprised to see Sengel here. As far as he knew, the prince left the country and went to Milis Tirith in Gondor at an early age because of political differences and personality differences with his father, King Fengel.
Iomgar was extremely happy to incorporate an entire Éored under the prince's command, and the white horse flag of the Rohirrim once again flew over the War Plains.
The dwarves formed their own army under the leadership of the proud King Thorin II under the mountain.
Only Arathorn and his tribe, due to their small numbers, were incorporated into the Dragonborn's personal cavalry, responsible for protecting the nominal commander of the coalition forces.
Soon, the coalition forces with high morale arrived under Mo Lannon.
Under the gloomy vault, the two huge iron doors of the Black Gate are tightly closed. Nothing could be seen on the battlements, everything was silent, but warnings were everywhere.
Ecthelian, who had just arrived last night, was in an excited mood. He couldn't help but whisper to his close friend: "I never expected that we would have the moment to stand in front of this dark door and denounce that demonic figure! Sengel , future generations should be proud of us."
Sengel nodded, all he could see was the terrifying mountain-like door. And the silver knight who shines like a star in the sun.
"What a holy light."
Under the banner of the swan, Adrasil spoke what was in the hearts of the humans of Gondor. "The star of Elendil is nothing more than that!"
In fact.
Last night, when the Gondor warriors who were running all the way heard the passionate horns of the elves and dwarves, these tall western humans almost forgot all about the fatigue and fear from the long journey.
"We are not alone!"
The palace guards who were encouraged by Ecthelian, or in other words: deceived into Mo Lannong, became energetic: "The hope of Western mankind is not over! There are still people challenging the Eastern Shadow!"
Then they saw the scene of the Dragonborn riding on the back of the Holy Spirit Nahal in the sun, standing like a god.
As a result, the young princes from Gondor and Rohan and their knights also lowered their high heads.
Spent an exciting sleepless night.
The soldiers came to the end of this journey destined to go down in history.
Under the gray morning light, elves, humans, and dwarves stood on the wasteland in high spirits.
In front of them are the enemy's towers and huge walls - under normal circumstances, even if they bring powerful siege machines here, as long as the enemy's troops can defend the city gates and walls, they will not be able to break through such defenses.
Not to mention, all the hills and rocks around Mo Lannon are actually full of enemies, and the shadowy narrow valley behind the door has countless tunnels dug and opened by a large number of evil creatures.
A solemn atmosphere prevailed over the coalition forces, and the solemn atmosphere before the war pervaded the crowd.
But no one was afraid.
Representatives of elves, humans, and dwarves led the crowd. Cavalry escorts, flag bearers, messengers and trumpeters followed closely behind the Western generals.
The one who led the way was the Dragonborn wearing a silver helmet and a blue cloak.
Under the leadership of the Silver King, everyone headed towards the Black Gate. At this moment, the entire Dagorad Plain was silent.
Soon, the western generals came within earshot of Mo Lannon. The flag bearer unfurled the king's flag and the trumpeter blew the bugle. The messengers came out, and the shouts reached the battlements of Mordor.
"come out!"
They shouted, "Lord of the Dark Land, come out! He launched an unjust war against all the good races in Middle-earth, plundering the territories of elves, dwarves, and humans. Therefore, the Silver King asked him to atone for his evil deeds, Leave forever, or die!"
There was a long silence.
Not the slightest sound or response came from the walls and gates.
As a result, the coalition's momentum became even more intense.
The three armies all shouted loudly, which shocked everyone. The enemies hiding on the hills and rocks around Molannon, as well as the rats behind the black gate, were suddenly trembling with fear.
When the messenger saw that there was still no answer, he shouted again.
But in the vast Dagorad Plain, apart from their voices, only the wind was howling. Then these brave warriors hesitated. They looked back at the silver-white king at the head.
Dragon Byrne thought for a while, drove the Holy Spirit Na Hal, and took a few steps forward.
"Sauron, come out, don't be such a coward!"
The dragonborn's roar echoed throughout the plains of Gorgoroth and Dagorad. Sounds containing majestic magic echoed in the Ash Mountains and Shadow Mountains.
In the darkness, countless dim eyes flickered uneasily, and panicked whispers continued.
"What a terrible sound! What a terrifying sound! Oh, he actually dares to call his master by his name. The Dark Lord has ushered in his challenge!"
"The master is not in Mordor, and the master has left us here to suffer!"
"Shut up and don't talk about Master!"
The magnificent and majestic dragon roar also surprised the coalition forces.
The horses were frightened and neighed;
The knight was frightened and looked uneasy.
The rubble from the mountain peak slid down, causing the Tower of Fangs to sway.
Heaven and earth were eclipsed by the Dragonborn's power.
The princes of Gondor and Rohan nearly fell off their horses when they saw the dragonborn's power for the first time.
Only the elves and dwarves were used to covering their ears beforehand, and then shaking their heads for a while before calming down.
But even so, the iron gate of Mo Lannong remained tightly closed.
Dragon Byrne frowned, and he looked at the wizard and the Golden Flower Lord. I was wondering if I should just go ahead and do it.
Although I dare not say 100%, the upper echelons of the coalition almost vaguely felt that Sauron was not here!
Too.
Now is not the most glorious time for the Dark Lord. Now that Sauron has no body, how dare he hide in Mordor and wait for the Dragonborn to lead his army to attack?
It is very likely that he ran away early like he did in Dol Guldur.
Thinking like this, suddenly.
The silence was broken. A thunderous rumble of drums came from the mountains, which lasted for a long time and was powerful;
Then came a deafening chorus of trumpets that shook the rocks.
As a result, all the coalition forces cheered up and tightened their grip on their weapons.
Under the excited and solemn gazes of the Western generals and warriors, there was a loud bang, and the black door opened from the center, and a team of Mordor's envoys walked out.
The leader was a tall and evil figure who did not ride a horse - probably because he did not dare, for fear of being considered a provocation by the Silver King.
He is wearing a black robe and a high black helmet, but this is not a ring spirit, but a living person.
He was the lieutenant of Baladurta, and no legend records his name, for even he himself had forgotten it.
It is said that he was a traitor, from a people called the "Black Númenóreans", who came to settle in Middle-earth during the reign of Sauron, worshiped him and were devoted to evil learning.
This person took refuge in the Evil Black Tower when it first re-emerged, and was appreciated by Sauron for his cunning and cunning, and was promoted steadily.
He calls himself the Mouth of Sauron and is the Dark Lord's confidant.
Only a small group of black-armored soldiers came with him, carrying a flag with a dark background but a red magic eye painted on it.
He stopped a few steps away from the Western generals, not even daring to raise his head.
"The king from the land of darkness greets the king from the land of light." He said with an extremely respectful attitude. "Great Silver King, maybe you can listen to the voice of the messenger from Mordor? There is no need for the two sides to fight each other to the death! At least this is not the wish of the Dark Lord!"
It's great that the messenger from Mordor actually speaks Elvish.
Dragon Byrne looked steadily at the dark apostle in front of him. This guy's eyes were blocked by a high hat, and he didn't dare to look at him. So he asked coldly: "Sauron is not in Mordor?"
The sound contained powerful magic power, and the generals were even in a trance after hearing it, not knowing why.
The envoy was even more unbearable. He squirmed uneasily, looking frightened and confused. The dragonborn's power and the master's power were competing in his heart. Pain came to his mind. Finally, he said blankly: "Yes, not here."
Dragon Byrne continued to ask: "Where is he?"
"I have no idea."
Then the special envoy suddenly woke up and backed away in fear. He was so scared that he wanted to turn around and run away.
The generals in the West were in an uproar.
"Quiet."
Gandalf the Gray stood up and spoke loudly, with great majesty.
The commotion subsided.
The Dragonborn, who had obtained the core information, had a smile on his face. He was like a king, riding on the Holy Spirit Na Hal, looking down at the dark envoy in front of him, and asked: "Then what else can you say?"
The voice of magic pierced the heart of Sauron's mouth, leaving him full of treachery and bad intentions. He could understand why his master was so afraid of the man from the sky in front of him.
He is simply a devil!
The messenger from the dark place screamed in fear.
Ah, it is ironic that a dark person who is immersed in evil would actually call others devil.
Sauron said with a cold sweat: "I am just a herald, a special envoy, responsible for delivering the master's words to the Silver King of the West!"
Dragon Byrne thought for a while and looked at the wizard, the one in gray robe.
When Gandalf saw it, he immediately drove his horse forward. As an expert in talking, Gandalf came in handy.
He said.
“What message does Sauron have to convey to the Silver King of the West?”
"Greybeard old man!"
Unlike the Silver King who was afraid of him, the special envoy immediately said with disdain, "We do hear your name from time to time. You are always wandering around, hiding in safe places to plot conspiracies and cause trouble! But if you weren't the Silver King, you might not dare Are you showing up in front of us so arrogantly?"
"Stop talking about it!" Gandalf said: "As a special envoy, if this is what you want to convey, then just wait for our army to attack the city!"
Sauron's mouth shrank in fear, and he said: "I am a special envoy and should not be attacked!"
"There is another custom when such laws are in force," said Gandalf, "that envoys should not be so arrogant and rude. So put away your bossy style, so that you have nothing to fear until the task is completed. Of course. The premise is, don’t play tricks! Otherwise, even if you bring all his minions, you will face huge dangers."
Dragon Byrne also said: "Don't talk nonsense, finish what you want to convey, and then go back and wait for us to chop your head off. To be honest, I am a little disgusted with this boring pre-war rhetoric, Can't we just fight? In the end, it all depends on whose weapon is sharper!"
The black-haired dragonborn always felt that this kind of harsh talk before the battle was meaningless.
But who makes this world still maintain the classical feudal style? He can't go against the opinions of the entire army, so this scene happened now.
But knowing that Sauron is not here is a small gain.
His words deeply touched the hearts of the dwarves. Thorin, who had been eager to fight these damn guys for a long time, shouted in excitement.
This caused the Turin dwarf phalanx behind them to start shouting.
Affected by this, the human camp also started shouting.
The cry was loud and passionate.
The elf was also deeply affected by the spears, and took a step forward calmly but with a sense of oppression.
The special envoy broke out in a cold sweat, mainly because he knew that if he ruined his master's good deeds, he would definitely not be able to get over it by losing his head, so he said anxiously: "O great silver king, my master is willing to promise to withdraw from all living things except Mordor. disputed territory, and vowed never again to invade the West by force, whether openly or covertly."
"in addition!"
The special envoy took out a strange treasure from under his black robe and offered it with extremely humble hands. "To show sincerity, our Lord is willing to offer a Palantir as a gift to the Silver King."
"I only hope that the King of the Land of Light can temporarily extinguish his thunderous wrath, and that both sides will not use weapons."
It must be said that the Dark Lord's appearance when the coalition troops were approaching the city was beyond everyone's expectations.
Dragon Byrne looked with surprise at the black crystal ball that did not emit any light under the sun, as if he was thinking whether he had entered the wrong set.
But thinking about Sauron's actions in history, he suddenly woke up.
This is indeed very Sauron.
When it was time to soften his knee, he gave in without hesitation.
"This is indeed your lord's style." Dragonborn said: "But don't you think that if you can't win on the battlefield, you won't get it at the negotiation table?"
This sentence made the princes of Gondor and Rohan suddenly wake up from their daze when the Mordor envoy's astonishing peace negotiation conditions and gifts appeared.
Yes, I want to sell my family now, and I still have nothing to talk about.
Glorfindel directly drove forward, snatched the crystal ball from the envoy's hand, and said angrily: "This is a treasure made by our ancestors. When can a robber use other people's treasures as gifts and give them back to the owner?" of?"
The special envoy was shocked and angry, but he recognized Lord Golden Flower, so he did not dare to refute. He could only suppress his anger and said: "Great Silver King, my Lord's conditions are here, what do you say?"
Seeing that the Dragonborn was not fooled by the Dark Lord, the wizard was actually very happy in his heart. He believed that the Númenóreans had already set an example of Sauron's consequences, and the ending was not so happy.
However, the wizard looked at Palantir in Lord Golden Flower's arms with a little worry.
"If that's what you want to say, you can go back," he said.
"We only have one condition!"
The wizard's figure skyrocketed, as if he were a king in the clouds: "Sauron leaves forever, or dies!"
The Mouth of Sauron was oppressed by its power and retreated in fear.
He took a great risk and looked at the silver-white king sitting on the Holy Spirit, but he saw the tall figure who even his master was afraid of just looking at him indifferently.
The envoy shuddered, hurriedly lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and led the envoy back behind the Black Gate as if fleeing.
