While the White Princess of Rohan stirs up a coup to bring order to Edoras, the war far away encounters trouble.
At that time, because there were more tree people participating in the battle than in the original historical Battle of Pelennor Fields, the northern army led by Aragorn was more brave and elite than the enemy. On the vast West Fold plain, the silver and gray-green army dispersed the mottled enemies like a tide. Two hours after the war began, the balance of the war began to tilt towards the northern army.
But at this moment, the enemy's commander finally appeared.
At that time, everyone heard a very terrifying roar, and then a vicious wind arose, causing Aragorn and others on the ground to be frightened.
Everyone couldn't help but look up and look into the distance. I saw a huge shadow flying from the sky like a dark cloud, bringing fear and terror that made my knees tremble.
Look! It was a winged creature: they were not birds, for it was larger than all other birds, and it was completely naked, without quills or feathers, and its broad wings were like membranes stretched between long pointed fingers. It also stinks to heaven.
Perhaps it was a creature born in an older time in the world. Its species lingered in the cold and forgotten mountains under the moonlight. It survived its time and hatched this untimely last brood in an ugly nest. evil.
Sauron, the Dark Lord, captured them and fed them with carrion until it grew to an enormous size, far greater than any other bird. Then he gave it to his servants as mounts.
Ah, yes, Sauron's strongest subordinate, the Dark Lord, has arrived.
They rode mutated flying beasts and swooped down from the sky. The first flying beast had a figure sitting on its back, covered in a black cloak. It was huge and full of threats.
He wore a steel crown, but there was nothing between the crown and the black robes, save for a pair of eyes that shone with deadly light: this was the Head of the Nazgûl.
He had failed many times before, but now he was back with a vengeance, bringing destruction, hope into despair, victory into death.
"Nazgul!"
Aragorn shouted loudly, almost drowning out the fighting on the battlefield: "Be careful! The enemy has finally revealed his final trump card. All warriors of light, stick to your true intentions!"
However, he saw the vicious beast close the membrane held up by its claws, howl hoarsely, and rush into the coalition army. Its huge wings vibrated, blowing away dozens of warriors.
Moreover, the sound of the alien beast may contain some vicious magic, because almost everyone who heard the sound could not help but cover their ears and have a splitting headache. Evil people are not affected because their hearts are originally dark, so they are not afraid of this terrible darkness.
As a result, the coalition's offensive stalled, because the speed of sound spread much faster than the speed of the soldiers swinging their swords. Many people even dropped their weapons in pain and fell to the ground.
The Ringwraiths also brought a huge number of bats, which were like masses of black wind, sweeping across the formation of the Alliance of Light.
"Gildor! Gildor!" Aragorn shouted in the crowd: "Can the arrows of the elves pierce the heart of the enemy!"
In the chaos, Gildo Inglorion first cut off the head of a fallen human with his sword, then sheathed his bow, drew the arrow, and shot out.
look.
The elf's arrow with starlight flew hundreds of meters away and pierced the enemy's beating heart.
Ding!
The leader of the Angmar Witch King swung a long meteor hammer and knocked away the elves' arrows. He discovered the descendants of Isildur in the crowd, and the Witch King immediately drove the flying beast towards the coalition commander.
"careful!"
Boromir jumped up and threw Aragorn down on his horse. But the evil wind blew, and the flying beast descended from the sky, gradually falling. Then it closed the membrane supported by its finger claws, howled hoarsely, and fell on the human king's mount. Its claws were buried deep into the horse's body, and its long, bare legs He bent his neck, grabbed it and flew up.
After flying to a certain height, the flying beast used wind and inertia to throw Aragorn's mount away, knocking down a large piece of it.
This caused some confusion among the coalition forces, and many people flocked to their commander, praying that he was okay.
In the distance, with the arrival of the black commander, the originally defeated enemy army became inspired. Under the supervision of a black knight, they regrouped and prepared to counterattack.
Gildo shot his second, third, and even fourth, fifth, and sixth arrows. Finally, a sharp arrow cut through the sky and pierced the enemy's heart.
The flying beast let out one last shrill howl, fell down from the air, and hit the crowd.
But the Black Commander is not dead, nor will he die. He stood up from the corpse of the flying beast, which was like a hill. His tall cloaked body was like an iron tower. He was the shadow of the setting sun, the embodiment of death. All humans who saw the leader of the Nazgul were frightened and uneasy.
The Witch King wielded a huge bolas and shield and fought among the crowd. The human warriors who encountered him all had their weapons broken and their shields shattered, and they all bowed down.
The tree people can fight him, but at the same time the Witch King is also a sorcerer. He releases vicious green flames. Treebeard and his people cannot survive in this flame. The crackling sparks quickly turn from a small point to a raging fire. Burning torch. As a result, the tree people also retreated.
Finally, he reached Aragorn and Boromir who were supported by guards and wanderers.
"Aragorn."
A hoarse and sinister cry came from the hollow head of the Witch King with the steel crown, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, and like the echo of a cave.
Many human warriors have weak knees and trembling legs.
Only the nomads and Aragorn and Boromir were not afraid of him. But they also knew that they were no match for the leader of the Ringwraiths. Boromir said urgently to Aragorn: "Nothing can kill him, no one can. Aragorn, my brother, be careful."
Aragorn held the Sword of the Human King tightly and said loudly: "Andulil is not a common thing in the world, and we still have a chance to win! Come, let us witness the courage of mankind here!"
Then he led his people and Boromir towards the enemy.
This is a battle destined for glory and death. The brilliance of Anduriel collides with the green fire of the Witch King. The sounds of weapons tearing continue to sound, the armor is roasted and sizzles. Humans die, and the Witch King stands. .
The son of Denethor, Boromir's sword pierced the enemy's heart, but was unable to hurt the opponent. The Witch King's huge hammer hit him, and Boromir flew backwards. The armor on his chest sank into a large area, and there was blood. flowed from the corners of his mouth.
But the heroic struggle of him and others gave Aragorn a chance, and Anduriel stabbed his enemy between the steel crown and the cloak. In an instant, sparks flew everywhere.
A howl rose into the trembling air, decayed into a shrill wail, and drifted away on the wind. A weak voice with no body to attach to gradually faded away and was completely annihilated, never to be heard again in that era of the world.
The crown clattered to the ground and rolled away.
But there was nothing beneath the cloak and mail. Now they are piled shapelessly on the ground, damaged and messy.
However, Aragorn was not as happy as he crawled to Boromir's side sadly, helped him up and said: "Boromir, open your eyes and leave me. The White City is so close in front of you, we should not be separated here. "
Boromir opened his eyes at the sound, his eyes clear, and he spoke with difficulty, his voice calm.
"Farewell, my king! My brother!" he said, "my body is broken, and I am going to see my ancestors. Although the prime minister's family has fallen, now, even though I am among the great ancestors, Well deserved. I hit the Witch King. So, please don’t be sad for me, but I can no longer see the Holy White City under the sunset. I hope that the recast Anduriel can save our country and save us. people!"
Aragorn was speechless and took Boromir's hand sadly. "I will, my brother," he finally said. "The White City will be glorious again, I promise."
Boromir smiled and said: "Then that's it. Don't be sad! You saved me once, and now I'll give it back to you." After that, he closed his eyes and left forever. The grandson of Ecthelion and the son of Denethor used his bravery and loyalty to wash away the shadow and betrayal that hung over the Hurin family.
Aragorn stayed beside him with his head bowed. Extremely sad in my heart.
But at that moment, there was a great noise all around them, and trumpets and trumpets were blaring. Aragorn turned his head and looked around: he completely forgot about the war and the whole world around him. It was only a moment from the moment Boromir fell, but it felt like several hours had passed.
But at this time, he realized that the enemy and we were about to confront each other again, and the war was not over yet. The enemy had regrouped and was preparing to launch a counterattack.
Although the Black Commander is dead, the other eight Black Knights are still there.
The enemy's new forces were rushing down the road from the armies of Morgul and Mordor. Harald's army came from the south of the plains, with the cavalry in the lead and the infantry behind. The infantry later appeared with war towers on their backs. The figure of the huge mammoth.
"Please stop for a moment, my friend." Aragorn stood up, picked up Anduriel from the ground, and looked down at his companions for the last time: "Please watch us defeat the enemy, or be killed by the enemy!"
At the same time, as Aragon engages in a life-or-death battle with the enemy to the east, we should not forget that another supporting army in the north is also in action.
At that time, Éomer was leading the Rohan army headed by Erkenbrand to set up a position at the southwest pass of the narrow Eshin River crossing, blocking the eastward march of Harald's army.
The battle was extremely fierce. The enemy piled corpses on top of each other, like waves hitting a rock, hitting Éomer and others on the other side of the tunnel entrance. During this period, horns were blown, trumpets were blared, and the mammoths roared loudly as they were driven onto the battlefield, which once drowned out the sound of the flowing Essien River.
To the east, the lofty shadow of the White Mountains continued to lower, lower, and lower as time went by, weighing heavily on the hearts of Éomer and the others.
The Rohirrim had no reinforcements but courage and the narrow passage.
So, in an impact, Erkenbrand was hit by a poisonous arrow in the eye and fell down. The bravest group of people from the lord family of Helm's Deep gathered around him and all died in battle. The corpses were piled up into a mountain, like a mountain in the sunset. Stacks of golden hills.
In the end, Éomer was left alone to face the enemy. He threw down his shield and swung his sword Guthnaevi, killing one enemy after another. The ballad said that by the end of the cut, the sword of the prince of the Rohirrim turned into a saw and almost broke.
And every time Éomer cut down an enemy, he shouted: "Fight! This is the last elegy of the descendants of Eor! Gusnavi, Gusnavi!" He shouted this twenty times in total.
The enemies recognized the brave Rohirrim prince, and swarmed upon him, threw him to the ground, and attempted to capture him alive.
But the arm of the person who touched him first was cut off instantly.
However, Gusnivi also broke due to this. It is said that this is the most famous weapon forged by mankind. It has become famous throughout the ages because of Éomer's heroic fighting.
The enemy used their shields to suppress him until he could not move, and then laughed, mocking their overestimation.
Although Éomer refused to admit defeat, he could only accept the humiliation at this time.
At this moment, after several days of rapid march, the elves, tree men, dwarves and Elpera's guards led by Aratu finally arrived at the western battlefield at the fourth hour after the war began.
When Aratu saw that the Rohirrim people risked their lives and used all their strength to defend the eastward path of the Northern Allied Forces and protect Aragon and their retreat, he was moved and angry at the same time.
He blew the sacred horn Urumuri with all his strength, with such force that even the mountains trembled at the sound of the majestic horn and the rivers were cut off.
"Everyone, the swords are unsheathed and the shields are ringing!" Aratu held up his sword Alan Rusi, which bloomed with dazzling red and blue light in the sun: "Let us move forward bravely, rush! Rush to destruction, rush to the world The end of it!”
Then he rushed out first.
He spit out a brilliant torrent of flames and swept across the battlefield like a plow. Almost all enemies who dared to stand in front of him were instantly transformed into balls of fire.
Behind him, the coalition forces of high elves, middle-earth elves, treants, dwarves and humans surged across the Eshin River like a tide, towards the narrow corridor to the west, and towards the enemy.
Among them, the returning elves led by Olofenwei are the most shocking.
Because they have always been bathed in the sacred light of Valinor, they are more powerful than the defecting Noldor Elves in the First Age, or in other words, as powerful. Unless their lives are wiped out by the endless sea of people, there is no power in Central Continent that can resist them.
As a result, the enemies almost turned around and fled. Even the mammoths fell to the ground under their swords and sharp arrows.
Some people also tried to resist, but they were all knocked to the ground and lost their lives.
Under the leadership of Vladliv, the tree men roared and broke apart the rocks and rocks on the ground, and threw them far away like a trebuchet, breaking all the bones and tendons of those who were hit.
The dwarves did not dare to lag behind. Findin II was extremely brave. He wielded an ax and a war hammer, and was almost the second one to rush into the enemy's position after Aratu. He cut off the head of one enemy, smashed the head of the second enemy, and laughed.
"One, two, haha, the dwarf's ax is always hungry!"
When Éomer opened his eyes, what he saw was the scene of his enemies running for their lives in panic, so the son of Éomund looked up to the sky and let out a sigh of relief, and slowly closed his eyes.
He did not die, fate did not let him die in this battle.
Afterwards, he was picked out from the pile of corpses.
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