Leaving aside the decision of the Arctic Continent team to go to Lonely Mountain, we turn our eyes back to the side of the Middle-earth team.

After separating from Aragorn and the others, Boromo led the people of the Middle-earth team to Minas Tirith day and night. Looking at Boromo's tired face but still insisting on hurrying, you can see how critical the situation of Minas Tirith has become. So along the way, not one of the people said to stop or rest or anything, but followed the footsteps of Boromo closely, trying to reach Minas Tirith as much as possible.

And even though Boromo had climbed mountains and mountains along the way, picking the most difficult but recent path, it still took more than ten days for everyone to reach the vicinity of Minas Tirith, the city wall of Ramas.

After the fall of Isilian to the Demon King, the people of Gondor painstakingly built a castle called Ramas Anche. The wall stretched thirty miles from the foot of the hill and then turned back again, encompassing the plains of Paliano, the richest land in the Anduin Valley. The wall had a twelve-mile-wide opening in the northeast corner, farthest from the royal gates, overlooking a large flat area by the river, where extremely strong fortifications had been built.

In that area, majestic gates were built to guard the Osgillias ferry and the bridge across the river. At the southwest corner, the outer wall was only three miles away from the royal city, where the Anduin River turned west around Aminya, south of Isirion, and the wall was built on the river's edge, where the wharf and harbour of Haronder were located, and where ships from the southern fiefdoms were moored.

Boromo and the rest of the Middle-earth team hurried overnight, and at about two o'clock in the morning, they passed through Ramas Anche. The flames of war did not seem to have spread to the land, but looking at Boromo's increasingly excited expression, everyone understood that Minas Tirith was not far away.

After walking for a while, the sky gradually began to brighten, and everyone was able to see the surrounding scenery clearly from the early morning light. To their left was a mist as deep as the sea, completely obscuring the east, and to their right were mountains towering to the horizon, as if the river had struck a majestic valley by brute force at the creation of heaven and earth, which would in the future be a place of battle and controversy.

Ahead, at the end of the white mountains, the black figure of Mindo 6 Ansan Mountain, its canyon is dark and purple, and the steep mountain walls gradually brighten with the sky. At the foot of the hill it juts out of the hill lies an impregnable city, surrounded by seven layers of impregnable walls, and the sturdy and ancient walls make you think that it is a wonder carved out of the mountains by giants.

When the crowd reached the city wall, the city wall slowly changed from gray to dazzling white in the dawn light. The sun suddenly leaps out of the eastern shadows, and the entire fortress is bathed in a brilliant golden light. When the first ray of sunlight touched the tower of Axilion at the top of the fortress, a thousand feet of silver light immediately spilled in all directions, as if the entire tower was made of crystal. In the morning breeze, white flags fluttered in the wind, and the clear sound of trumpets drifted in the breeze.

"Here it is!

Boromo said loudly to the Middle-earth team with a high spirit, and at this moment the tiredness on his face seemed to be swept away, and the whole person was completely different from before. He shouted to the wall, "Open the door! I am Boromo, son of the regent Denessor!

Hearing Boromo's words, the soldiers on the city walls immediately heard a cry of surprise, and then the heavy iron gate slowly opened, and many people rushed out with cheers to meet their Prince Regent's son.

"Boromo! Boromo! Have you brought reinforcements? Great! Your Majesty the Prince Regent must be very happy to hear this!" said a man dressed in an officer's uniform excitedly: "He has been waiting for you for a long time! You better go and see him now!"

"Yes, I need a few horses...... What are you looking for?" Borromo hadn't paid attention before, and then looked at the officer suspiciously, looking at the horizon in the distance, expectantly, and couldn't help but ask.

"Didn't you bring reinforcements?" said the officer, stunned for a moment.

Hearing this, Zheng Zha couldn't help laughing, he walked over and patted the officer on the shoulder, almost missing the other party to the ground.

"Don't worry, just a few of us will be enough. As long as we stand here for a day, we won't let Minas Tirith fall!"

―――――――― Dividing Line――――――――

The city of Minas Tirith was built in a unique way, divided into seven tiers, each with walls and entrances, but these entrances were not in a straight line: the main gate of the main wall was located in the east of the city's semicircle, the next gate was built in the southeast of the city, and the third was in the northeast of the city, and all the entrances were built according to this pattern.

As a result, the road to the fortress winds around the hill, and whenever it passes through the vertical main entrance, it passes through an arched tunnel with a massive rock that splits the city in half, with the exception of the first level. This special landscape is partly a natural mountain, and partly the work of ancient craftsmen. This knife-sharp boulder is located just behind the main entrance plaza and extends all the way to the highest level of the circular city.

Another fortress was built at the top of the boulder, allowing the defenders at the top of the fortress to look down on the main gate seven hundred feet below like sailors in a giant ship. The entrance to the fortress in the city also faces west, but is carved through the solid rock, followed by a ramp leading to the seventh gate. The people finally came to the Consulate and the Holy Spring Garden in front of the White Pagoda. The towering and simple pure white tower reaches into the sky for more than 100 meters, and the banner of the regent is on the top of the tower, overlooking the great plain below 700 meters.

This is indeed an impregnable city, as long as there is still a soldier in the city, even thousands of troops will not be able to take it. Unless an enemy is attacking from the rear, climb over Mt. Menta 6 and come to the place where the hill of the garrison meets the mountain range. But it was at the height of the Fifth City, with a steep barrier as high as the cliff, and near it were the tombs of the kings, who stood in eternal silence over towers and mountains.

The people of the Middle-earth team rode forward on horseback while looking at the huge stone city, and the more they looked at it, the more majestic and splendid they felt, and it was more majestic and larger than the description in the movies and novels. Taller, stronger, and more beautiful than Rivendell and Roslorian, but in fact it was a declining city of doom, with a population at least half as low as it had been in its heyday, and many carved buildings on every street with beautiful and strange ancient inscriptions carved into the doors. But now the buildings are empty, dead silent, no more footsteps echoing in the corridors, no more laughter dotting the beautiful gardens.

At last they entered the seventh gate, and the warm sun shone on the river below, and they all turned over and dismounted, and entered the palace. The guards of this gate are all dressed in black clothes and black armor, and the helmets are very special shapes, with high helmets, cheek guards that fit the side of the face, and white feathers of seabirds on the temples.

These helmets shimmer with a silvery glow, as they are all made from Mithril, which has been passed down from ancient times. On the cloak is embroidered with a snow-like tree with a silver crown and stars. This was the family crest of Elendil, and no one in the whole of Gandor was qualified to wear it except for the Praetorian Guards stationed in the Palace of the Holy Spring, where the Holy White Tree once grew.

Led by Boromo, the crowd was immediately led through the door, and they hurried across the palace paved with white slates, a beautiful fountain dancing in the morning light, and a turquoise garden dotted around it. But in the center, near the water, stood a dead tree, and the spring that splattered out of it fell sadly back into the pool from its lifeless branches.

Yang Yun walked briskly as he looked at the tree, and he felt that the tree looked very sad, as if he could feel the love of the tree. And he also knew the name of the tree, the white tree Kellerborn, a gift from Vilayavana to Elda, the "blessed land", made in the image of the sacred tree Terperion......

Seven stars and seven crystals, a tree of holy white

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