Chapter Forty-Seven: The Power of Ancients

The battle continued until dusk. During this time, Lord Okenbrand joined the battlefield with the remaining troops of the Valley of the Holy Helm - Gandalf and the four Hobbits among them, but this small force still did not save the whole battlefield.

All the warriors of the Rohan Kingdom swung their swords at the enemy with all their might, but they were impaled by the enemy behind them—the gap in numbers had grown, and the fact that there were enemies everywhere the eye could see had made the young warriors forget their last hope. They began to flee - but even the escape, in the midst of the battle, seemed so powerless.

Zhao Mian's hand was no longer the usual warhammer, even the burning Safuras had been stained with stinking blood, and those filthy grease were like the enemy's vicious curse, making the warhammer lose its former glory.

Zhao Mian took a breath, and around him, an unknown number of enemies were piled up into a small hill, and he was standing at the top of the hill. On his armor, countless broken blades were deeply embedded in the cracks, and in many places, blood was still flowing - the hatred was so hard that he was fiercely targeted by Saruman on the battlefield for a while, and just that time made him understand the magic power inherited from this world, even if it has been forgotten by ordinary people, but it still cannot be underestimated. Thankfully, when Gandalf joined the fray, Saruman finally had no time to worry about anything else, which made the battle a little better.

Standing at the top of the ramp, Zhao Mian picked up the shield of domination that he had thrown out not long ago, wiped the blood on the blade of Grosag with the tender grass on the ground, and then raised his head and looked to the northwest of the battlefield - farther in that direction, was the Fagong Forest, and I don't know if it was his delusion, Zhao Mian seemed to see that forest was growing vigorously on the horizon.

That's not a delusion. - Zhao Mian quickly realized this. The forest was indeed spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the whole forest was marching with a war song singing.

Zhao Mian was not the only one who saw this, on the other hill that was even closer to the other side, Gandalf shouted loudly - beside him, Jin Li and Legolas were slashing at the approaching enemy, and even the four hobbits were already under the care of everyone - his voice pierced the already silent battlefield, causing everyone to stop waving their weapons for a moment, "Warriors of the Rohanate, knights of King Heudun! Hold the line! Reinforcements, coming!"

Yes, reinforcements are coming. Everyone on the battlefield had heard the roar of the wind, and the ancient treants sounded Saruman's final death knell in their own language.

"Go, go, march to the sound of drums: Da Bang Da - Ronda - Ronda - Boom!" "The trees are getting closer and closer, and the song is getting more and more passionate: "Go, go, march with the war drums and horns: Da Bang Da - Ronda - Ronda - Boom!"

The treemen continued to stride forward, and by this time they had reached a slope that had climbed to the south, and they kept climbing up until they reached the high ground to the west. Zhao Mian noticed that at the front of the countless trees, Treebeard was leading the footsteps of the other treemen, and he spread his tree-like arms and whistled loudly, "Wizards should know that they can't make such a fatal mistake, you should know! Saruman, you have plunged my fellow citizens into pain!Now is the time to settle this!Treants—" he shouted, and behind him, the whole forest echoed his voice, the sound so loud that it made even the sword tremble, "Attack!"

"Woo!" the horn of the Rohan rang out over the plain again as the treemen rumbled in their footsteps—Iomo picked up the horn on the corpse of Hama, the defender of the king, who had been the last of his life, and finally paid the final price for his mission by his king's side.

Everyone understood that this was the final charge - the hussars silently took up their weapons, followed closely behind their king, rushed down the gentle slope, and gave their last battle cry to the enemy, their horses, though strong, but long since unable to run, and the charge had long since exhausted all their physical strength, but the riders of the hussars resolutely abandoned their horses and pursued their king on foot.

"It seems that this battle is finally coming to an end. "With a heavy landing sound, Sassdom landed beside Zhao Mian, his body was also covered with large and small scars, as he went with Zhao Mian to pull hatred, he was also subjected to the enemy's targeted attack - in a dive attack, he was dragged to the ground by the enemy's hook claws, although he still broke free and flew into the sky again, but in that short time, countless axe blades had already left a lot of scars on his body," Despite all the young lives, victory has come to you. Humanity, if not for survival, is too costly. ”

"There is a saying in my hometown: If you are not free, you would rather die!" Zhao Mian worked hard to squeeze a small amount of holy light from his body, gave the dragon around him a little treatment, and then took a heavy breath, "If it is just to survive, then what is the difference between living under the oppression of the enemy and living leisurely on this grassland? ”

"But with that kind of survival, does your life really belong to you?" Sarsdom's deep voice sounded from his side, Zhao Mian felt that the time around him was slowed down a little bit, and the power of time was helping him recover his strength faster, "It's like a livestock in a fence, just a lamb to the slaughter." How different is that kind of life from death? At least in the course of time, they have been equated with death. ”

"But at least they're alive. The cowardly would rather live on his stomach than die standing up. Zhao Mian took his breath, then withdrew the sword and shield in his hand on his back, he turned and climbed onto the dragon's neck, resting on his back for a moment, "However, even if you speed up the passage of time, you can't affect the speed of their death." Even if a person has to die eventually, if you can save one more, it will be one. Let's go, Sarsdom, the battle is nearing its end, but the bell for the end has not yet been struck. (A certain computer was repaired, and the words ...... Why has the fan become so noisy...... Forget it, it doesn't matter, but this is a long-lost update...... Well, that's it!I just wanted to say!Somebody is back!)