Gondor's southern port!
The four Russells stayed at the dock to confirm that the elite Umbar pirate troops had not passed through this place yet, and Aragorn decided to wait and see.
He came to the south with two missions. One was to eliminate Sauron's maritime power, that is, the human pirates; the other was to find southern reinforcements, but he had no clue yet.
The undead army was ordered by Aragorn to cover up their whereabouts. They were too arrogant, and there were strong winds wherever they passed. In addition, they liked to howl like ghosts and wolves, frightening many people along the way. Now they are all buried in the river, waiting for the pirate ship to go out, and scare the pirates back to their hometown in one go.
The success rate is not very high, but Russell thinks it is feasible. If the undead army fails, he will appear in person, barely show off, and help Aragorn drown this group of rebellious people.
"Will you wave your left hand or your right hand? Which one is more handsome?"
After finishing talking to himself, Russell was slightly stunned. He had never deliberately pretended to be pretentious before, but now he was actually prepared in advance?
The fault couldn't be his own, that is... Gandalf, who is red when he is close to vermillion and black when he is close to ink. Following Gandalf, he began to mature unknowingly.
Russell discovered the truth, but it was too late. He became the most annoying adult in his childhood!
At this time, a cavalry team of about 30 people came galloping over, one person and two riders. The dust was so heavy that they could not conceal their murderous aura.
Russell raised his brows. This cavalry is not simple. Although the number is smaller, they are definitely the best among the best, but they don't know whether they are friends or foes.
Legolas stretched out his hand to hold down the arrow, and Gimli also tightened his grip on the battle ax. It was obvious that this cavalry was coming towards the four of them.
Seeing who was coming, Aragorn looked happy, held down Legolas's bow and arrow, and rushed forward with a big smile: "Herbara, how could it be you, how could it be such a coincidence?"
As they spoke, all 30 riders dismounted and hugged Aragorn one by one. The leader named Herbala said: "Aragorn, it's no coincidence. We are here to find you."
"Find me?"
"Yes, Elrond told us that you needed help. We first went to Helm's Deep, and then transferred to the Path of the Dead..." Herbara smiled: "You run so fast, we almost Lost it!"
These 30 riders were all Dendans, the same race as Aragorn. Knowing that he needed help, they came all the way from the north to find this place.
"This is what Elrond asked me to pass on to you. You will need it."
Herbala looked solemn and handed over the backpack he carried with him. He held it in both hands and handed it to Aragorn. The latter opened it and was stunned.
Flag of Gondor!
The black banner is embroidered with the Holy White Tree, dotted with seven eight-pointed stars, and a crown symbolizing Elendil.
Touching the flag, Aragorn's eyes were filled with tears. He could feel the magic on the flag, which was embroidered by Arwen himself.
Arwen was unable to accompany her lover on the expedition, so she embroidered this flag to show her longing and determination. If Aragorn unfortunately died in battle, she would go with him.
The picture was a bit sad, and the rough men in Dendan couldn't stand it. The 30 riders whistled and stepped aside, while Herbala walked towards Russell with a smile.
"Russell, long time no see!"
"Uh, who are you?"
"What, you don't even remember me?" Herbala was shocked: "Think again, we have experienced adventures together, you, me and Aragorn. At that time, you were very picky. He almost died tragically during the mission, but after I saved his life, he cried and shouted that he wanted to recognize me as his eldest brother. At that time, I thought you were a loser and didn't agree."
Russell: (一`′一)
Knowing that the assigned identity had such a dark history, Russell immediately wrote down Herbala in a small notebook, but he was already a mature mage and smiled slightly on the surface and didn't care.
Legolas and Gimli turned pale when they saw the smile, ran to the wall with a whoosh, and started banging their heads against the wall.
"What happened to them?"
"Who knows..." Russell said pleasantly, "Maybe he heard something he shouldn't have heard and pretended to have amnesia."
"What shouldn't be heard?" Herbala was confused.
"You will understand later."
The 30 northern rangers are powerful. As Dendan people, they have extraordinary talents and explosive martial arts. Each of them is as good as ten.
Aragorn received help from his tribe and his confidence increased greatly. He raised the flag of Gondor on the flagpole of the port and waited for the Umbar pirates to arrive.
He showed Russell what a 'son of the world' was. The moment the national flag was hoisted, the towns near the port became agitated, and strong men holding weapons walked out one after another.
After learning Aragorn's identity, these people bowed down without saying a word and vowed to fight for Gondor. Until late at night, Aragorn's team had grown to three digits.
At this moment, Aragorn also understood what Gandalf called southern reinforcements. They said they were reinforcements, but they were actually people's hearts. Gondor had been waiting for her king for too long!
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Late at night, the port was gray and hazy, and under the moonlight, the fast river glowed green. If you look closely, you will find that the light comes from the bottom of the water, not the moonlight reflected from the river surface.
In this strange gray fog, the flag of Gondor flutters in the wind, with its own colorful halo, breaking through the fog and shining brightly.
Countless undead souls sank to the bottom of the water and were on alert along the coastline. 30 Northern Rangers and other warriors lay in wait at the port, waiting for the pirates to arrive.
The strategy changed, and Aragorn decided to wipe out all the traitors among this group of humans.
Crash---
Fifty black ships came from a distance, with sails raised and water splashing against their hulls.
The pirates lit torches and slowly docked at the port. They received Sauron's order and rushed to Minas Tirith as quickly as possible. But who were the pirates? They were bloodthirsty, greedy, and lustful. They couldn't stop passing by the port. Even if I do something pleasant, I can't even muster the energy to go on the road.
"Storm into the town and kill all the old people and children!!"
Seeing the undefended port, the pirates howled with excitement.
There is a reason for only killing old people and children. The women are useful to keep and can be sold for money. The young men are also useful. It is not the use of men to separate men, but some cannon fodder is needed to attack Minas Tirith.
When they return in triumph, these cannon fodder will be turned into slaves and sold at a good price.
Ten minutes later, all the pirates disembarked, looking ferocious and holding weapons. However, before they could rush out of the port, a huge wave suddenly appeared on the river and swept away all 50 pirate ships.
The sudden scene made the pirates look at each other in shock. They had been burning, killing and looting for many years, and this was the first time they encountered such a strange thing.
"Strange, I remember breaking down."
"It must have broken down. Even if one ship didn't break down, all of them would still be gone..."
"Is there a ghost?"
"Haha, what are you talking about? How could there be a ghost!"
"But having said that, we are lucky today. If the Gondorians set up an ambush at the port and we lose the ship, wouldn't we be doomed!"
"That's right."
"Haha... Hey, who are you?"
