The orcs responsible for breaking the city were overwhelmed by the momentum and could not hold their heads up. In a moment, they were defeated. They were either killed on the spot, or jumped into the culvert and river to escape for their lives.
The second attack was temporarily repelled!
After looking at the dilapidated city gate, Aragorn knew that the next wave of offensive would come soon. He could not retreat from the enemy outside the gate, so he hurriedly returned to the castle and started repairing the gate.
It was getting late, and without the feared sunlight, the Orc Legion joined the siege team. The Dunlanders are basically dead. Looking down from the deep creek wall, they are all densely packed with orcs and strong orcs.
This time, their attack was more fierce than before. The orcs crowded the open space in front of the city wall, like a tide, beating the wall of the deep stream again and again.
The defenders fired all their arrows and instead used rolling logs and boulders to meet the enemy. Well, there was one man who didn't shoot all his arrows.
Legolas!
His arrow pot has a reset function and will be filled up automatically every time a battle is completed.
From Rivendell to the mines of Moria, from the Misty Mountains to the Kingdom of Rohan, Legolas never replenished arrows, because the long bows of elves were different from other races, such as the short arrows of orcs, and he picked up It can't be used either.
Therefore, this is the magic from the elves. Archers will not die without arrows to shoot!
Legolas could kill three to four orcs with one arrow. Under his leadership, the defenders fought fiercely, and corpses piled up under the wall of the deep stream.
After running out of rolling logs and boulders, the long ladders and hook locks of the orc coalition began to come in handy. They climbed up the city wall and began the most brutal hand-to-hand combat with the blocking defenders.
…
Russell, on his side, tortured the three Nazgul without any haste. As they continued to resurrect, their strength continued to decline like an ebb. From dusk to now, their strength had regressed to the same level as ordinary Orc soldiers.
Russell also saw that the mission of the three Nazgul was to hold him back and prevent him from joining the battle to defend the city.
Several strong orcs with sly eyebrows were holding two large vats and quietly sneaked towards the Horn Castle against the wall of the valley. As soon as Russell looked up, three Nazgul roared and launched a suicidal attack on him.
Russell sneered and swept across with his peerless blade, cutting off the three Nazgul at the waist. Electric arcs flashed all over his body, and a giant silver-white wolf pounced out, rushing in front of several strong orcs with sly eyebrows.
White light blooms!
Boom! ! !
Accompanied by an earth-shaking loud noise, a fireball with a diameter of tens of meters rose into the sky. Air waves visible to the naked eye spread on the ground, and shock waves swept in all directions, as if the entire valley was shaking.
The violent explosion blew away hundreds of orcs in the surrounding area. The cliffs of the valley split open a gap as wide as one person, and gravel peeled off, burying half of the valley.
This loud noise, after passing through the unique environment of the valley, was amplified to the point of deafening. Both the defenders of the Horn Castle and the frantically attacking orc coalition subconsciously stopped and looked in the direction of the explosion.
"Fuck, what the hell is this, tnt?"
Russell stood up holding the peerless blade. He knew that Saruman had a trump card to destroy the city, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful. The stupid man stood there and was almost shocked to death.
Magic power spread throughout the body, and the Big Wolf tattoo slowly repaired the damaged internal organs. Russell bared his teeth and looked at the dead nightmare at his feet, secretly thinking that this time the pretense was a failure, and even the spare ingredients were lost.
"Oh oh oh"
"Must win! Must win"
The shouts on the Horn Fort were loud, and the soldiers guarding the city raised their weapons and cheered. Master Russell used his move again, directly destroying half of the valley. It was really powerful.
Hundreds of orcs died directly, with countless serious and minor injuries, and more than a thousand people lost their combat effectiveness. Fear flashed in the eyes of the living orcs, and they were driven off the city wall by the morale-boosted defenders. All the hard-won results were in vain.
Although he didn't know what happened, he heard someone shouting his name. As the only living person in the area covered by the explosion, Russell straightened his back subconsciously.
Many years ago, truth and lies took a bath by the river. Lies were washed first and left wearing the clothes of truth, but truth refused to wear clothes of lies.
Later, people only saw lies in real clothes and were unwilling to accept the naked truth!
Russell knew this truth very well and knew that no matter how hard he explained, no one would believe him. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, aggrieved himself to bear the notoriety of the executioner.
Yes, I did it!
The orcs looked at Russell in horror. Facing such a powerful enemy, they saw no possibility of victory. Morale dropped again and again, and the momentum of the siege was affected. They turned around and ran wildly out of the valley without the commander giving orders.
The Essinger coalition was repelled, and their courage remained in the Horn Castle. Even if they were given another 30,000 troops, they would not dare to take another step into the valley.
"Win! We win!"
"The orcs have been driven away, long live the Kingdom of Rohan!"
"Long live the mage!!!"
"..."
The torches were held high on the city wall, and Theoden gave the decisive order. The 300 cavalry in the castle attacked to make up for Isengard's army. At the same time, they sent people to the grassland and ordered 2,000 cavalry to arrive tomorrow morning to drive the orcs back to Isengard in one go.
…
At dawn, the morning sun shines down, and there are many shadows in the forest. If you look carefully, you will find that these giant trees are moving on their own.
It was Gandalf. He rushed out of the valley with 300 tree reinforcements and had 30 seconds to transform into the battlefield.
"Treebeard, can you go faster?" Gandalf sat on the shoulders of the tree leader and couldn't help but urge.
He had found his old friend Treebeard three days ago, but tree people were so slow in their habits that it took them a day and a night to convene a meeting of leaders just to say hello to each other.
"Hehehe, Gandalf, don't worry, we have arrived at the battlefield." Treebeard said slowly, as if he would fly back to the west at any time.
"No, I'm worried that I can't hear the sound of fighting even though I'm here..."
"Don't worry, they will definitely be able to hold on until you rush back." Treebeard advised.
"I hope so..." Gandalf looked at Treebeard with a hint of resentment. The tree man was too slow. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to be so worried: "Treebeard, your people must be careful in the next battle. "
"What's wrong?"
Gandalf's face straightened: "The coalition of orcs and orcs is extremely ferocious. They are murderous and fearless. They will not lose the courage to fight just because you are bigger. They will only hurt you with more violent charges. "
"Oh, it's so terrible!"
"Yes, with the 30,000 orcs coalition, the Rohan people's chances of winning against them are too slim." Gandalf was worried and added: "They are indeed brave, but the gap in strength... is too obvious."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"
While the two were talking, the horn of Rohan suddenly sounded from the plain in front of the valley. Gandalf was shocked: "Oops, the Horn Castle has been lost, and the Rohan people are breaking out!"
"Oh, then we have to hurry up..."
The 300 tree men quickened their pace and walked out of the forest.
Directly ahead, a dense orc coalition was charging, no, it was fleeing, fleeing in the direction of Isengard. The orcs' eyes were full of fear, they abandoned their helmets and armor, and ran away crying.
The people of Rohan, who Gandalf said had "little chance of winning", looked like ferocious wolves, wielding butcher knives to kill the fleeing orcs.
"Hahaha, run! If you don't run, my knife will fall!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill them all, don't let anyone go!"
"I've run out of arrows. If anyone still has arrows, please give me a bunch!"
"Wow haha, the 12th Orc, I'm going to win!"
Gandalf: "..."
Treebeard: "..."
