Chapter 55 Shot

Boom, boom, whistle - the troops were still stationed in Minas Tirith, the scouts sent out were always in vain, and what never ceased was the endless arguments in the pure white tower, a cloud of noise.

The ruthless Dinether waited for Sauron's next move, and he sent out all the troops he could send out, but more troops remained within the walls of Minas Tirith, which more or less made the city a few days ago more vibrant, but made the front line even tighter.

Another unhappy parting, Zhao Mian looked at Prince Inlahir who came out of the Pure White Tower with a black face and came to such a conclusion. As yesterday, Denesser denied all the other advice, stubbornly guarding the walls of Minas Tirith, and no one knew what he had learned from the Crystal of Knowledge, and what effect it had on him from the sight from Mordor - but it was interesting to see what the enemy was doing from the information that Sarsdom had brought back earlier this day.

The Umbar pirates were pressing in, and these black warships swept along the southern coastline, and they had broken through the interception of Linhill's troops, and were advancing towards Peragir, while at the same time, the rest of the southern front was not idle, and the barbarians of Haradlin were dragging Peragel's troops on the one hand, and sent their own troops on Minas Tirith, and a dozen mammoths and other armies were marching towards Emmingian South with a slow but unstoppable pace. There, they will unite with the forces of Emianan, and then cross the Anduin River, which is still under Gondor's control, and reach the battlefield in front of Minas Tirith.

However, it was only the southern troops that were pressing, and these Mordor companions were approaching the Minas Cave step by step, using their blades in vain to gain more benefits for their tribe - in contrast, nothing happened to Mordor, no sign of troops, no campfires where the army was assembled, just as it had been before Sauron's resurrection. No, perhaps even quieter than it was before Sauron's resurrection, for even the orcs who used to sneak across the river and hunt on the plains were gone—the enemy was shrinking its power. It was not hesitation, nor fear, on the contrary, it was the last silence before the enemy attacked, like a venomous snake ready to attack—it tensed its body, raised its head slightly, the rest of its body firmly grasped the ground, its letter trembling in the air, sensing the enemy's movements, waiting for the enemy to reveal any possible weakness.

Everyone knew how terrifying the next blow would be, but they could only guard against it carefully - Prince Inlahir had suggested taking advantage of this quiet time to concentrate all the superior forces at his disposal and deliver a quick blow to the Haradrins who were still harassing Peragel, but the Lord Regent rejected the suggestion on the grounds that it would empty Minas Tirith's army.

Warriors need courage, but rulers need to restrain courage, because arrogance can often only lead you to delay your plane - or make a bad move. However, the right risk of taking a risk can bring unexpected gains, but the benefits are always hesitant. Zhao Mian shook his head, he stepped out of the top garden, the eyes under the Mithril helmet glanced at him lightly, and then continued to hold on to his own post, these elite soldiers guarded this last fortress, their armor represented their own glory.

The days are getting shorter, and the sunlight is even shorter—Zhao Mian knows what this means, it's a countdown, when there is no more sunlight in the sky of Minas Tirith to penetrate the thick clouds, then the troops from Mordor will also be in the city. But before that, they should take Ciosgilias first, and maybe Kyle Andros will also be captured at the same time-Zhao Mian thought so, he raised his head to look at the less and less suns in the sky, but even if he looked directly without the help of any tools, there was no dazzling light at all-the dim sun was almost afterglow, but it did not look warm on his body at all.

Four days had passed, and four days earlier he had promised Gandalf and the others that the gates of Minas Tirith would not be breached within ten days - but to everyone's surprise, Mordor had contracted his forces in such a cooperative manner instead of launching a direct attack, but in any case, the ruler of Mordor would not be foolish enough to wait for the enemy forces to huddle together before attacking, his eyes were already shining in the darkness, and his claws were already revealed.

――Maybe it's time to make a move. Zhao Mian thought so. If you wait any longer, I'm afraid of change. He withdrew his gaze to the sky and pondered as he walked down the stairs. "Maybe - need an opportunity to ......"

But the opportunity soon came—so fast that one would rather it never come. Before Zhao Mian's muttering could even spread through the empty streets, a sharp cry pierced the sky, and the two warriors who walked by Zhao Mian's side covered their ears trembling in this scream, holding their heads and squatting under the corner of the wall beside them. From that piercing scream, Zhao Mian knew where it came from: a long time ago—maybe not that long, but the many things that had happened made this memory seem a little long, and he had just been involved in this incident when he was still in Brie, and the screams of that night were indeed worth remembering. It's just that its power has become stronger, and its hatred has become deeper, allowing the poisonous despair to pierce people's hearts mercilessly.

Then another voice sounded—what kind of voice was it, compared to the desperate scream, this majestic sound was probably unheard of by anyone, as if it were a roar from the ancient earth, and like the shouting of an ancient beast, and all the animals in the White City trembled and crawled to the ground in this roar, which came from the natural power at the top of the food chain. But unlike the animals, the humans in the city rediscovered hope at this moment, and they suddenly remembered the scene four days ago, the dragon soaring in the sky with a pair of wise eyes, and there was no legendary cruelty in him, and in addition to the brass dragon, there was also a knight of steel who stopped in front of the gate of Minas Tirith with rain and dew.

But--all those who tried to find the knight were suddenly stunned--where was the knight? the great dragon was still lying in the makeshift dwelling that the people had built for him outside the city for the past few days, and the wise dragon did not hate people asking him questions that might just be frivolous—but where was the knight. At this moment, the people suddenly realized the problem, the dragon was not actually alone in coming to the aid of the White City, he had a knight on his back - so where had he gone? The people looked around in a daze, and one of the city guards looked down at the corner where the dragon had been lying for days, but all that appeared in his vision was the once precious furs and silks - the dragon was gone. Fear re-attacked his mind at this moment, and the dark shadow crept up his shoulder, inducing him to walk towards the shadows of chaos - but a voice suddenly woke him up, it was just a child's voice, the boy's voice was very hoarse, and even this shout did not sound very comfortable, but it was such a voice that guided everyone's hearts at this moment: "Look over there, that's a dragon!

Everyone followed the sound, and a young man just tall enough to reach the wall battlement pointed to the sky in the distance on tiptoe, and everyone's eyes were directed to one place at this moment—where the huge form of the dragon appeared above the flying monsters.

Time - always standing by the side of the bronze dragon. This statement is not a joke, and no one has ever doubted it. The moment the scream reached everyone's ears, Sasdom's roar changed time, and when everyone was still stuck in this second, he was already soaring in the sky with Zhao Mian on his shoulders.

The trumpet sounded—the only knight on the ground still on horseback, the rest of the horses had already lost control at the scream of the Ringwraith, and they had left their riders and scattered. But the sound of the horn did not last long, and it could even be said that it stopped as soon as it sounded, because the knight on horseback was stunned to find that the ring spirit, which had been constantly attacking them, suddenly turned its spearhead at this moment and flew towards the sky. He looked up, and a creature that looked exceptionally beautiful surrounded by monsters appeared in front of him—a dragon.

"Looks like that guy wasn't there last time. Suddenly appeared in the sky above the ring spirit, which naturally aroused the vigilance and attention of the other party - not to mention that among them, Zhao Mian also keenly discovered one of the three ring spirits he met last time, and the five ring spirits manipulated their mounts to quickly surround Zhao Mian and Sarsdom, but Zhao Mian, who was in the middle of them, looked at the ring spirits around him unwaveringly, and then said, "Is it possible to stay at one time?"

"Unlikely, human. Sarsdom's deep voice rang out, and he was facing the ringwraith he had last fought with him, "They're a bit outnumbered, and once they react to attack the people on the ground, we obviously won't be able to completely cover their retreat." ”

"What about the possibility of driving them all away at once?" Zhao Mian took out his war hammer, the steaming flame of the war hammer illuminated his cheeks, and in the darkness, it was as striking as a starlight in the darkness.

"It's still not high, but if it hurts once, it's worth a try. Sarsdom raised his head slightly—his usual gesture before he prepared to charge, and it also gave Zhao Mian a signal.

Zhao Mian raised the war hammer in his hand—and the light spread out in that instant.