Chapter Seventy-Three: The War of the Little People (1)
"Pray sincerely, for the Son of God will come from the place of birth with the blessing of the Father, and when you look to the east you will say, 'Look, that is the Lord; That is salvation! ”
Mordor under the control of anxiety finally settled down, although in the end the emperor did not listen to the persuasion of the Grand Duke of the South to go to the South, but the Duke of the South still stayed, with the 30,000 elite soldiers of the South he brought to guard the White City, and the commotion at the bottom was also under the guidance of the church, stabilized, although no one said, but everyone will look to the east from time to time, because the promised salvation of the church, where will it appear.
It's just that it doesn't seem to be going to appear today, and today, people don't seem to have time to look to the east, because after spending a long half a month, Mordor has finally come to the White City.
Looking forward from the high ground in the distance, there is the majestic White City, which is as white as a city made of holy feathers, which looks bright and majestic, and on the plain in between, the magnificent picture that modern man cannot imagine in his extreme imagination can be seen at a glance.
The green earth was filled with black enemy groups, countless huge phalanxes continued to move forward, and in the middle of the ranks, countless huge mobile war drums sounded the sound of awe-inspiring battle that made people's blood boil.
The twenty-meter siege tower followed the team forward under the full thrust of eight man-eating beasts (creatures that can be understood as half-giants), and on it, the orc soldiers continued to blow the huge war horn, and in response, it was the 100,000 Mordor Legion, neatly roaring, although there was no music, but with the cooperation of war drums, horns, and low roars, in the background created by the 100,000 army itself, this magnificent scene will show the magnificence of the cold weapon war.
Epic war!
Big Mouth looked at the Mordor army that kept coming not far away, and swallowed hard, because the long prayer trip to the church had given him a relatively good supply of food, at least for now, his body still had a lot of strength.
The entire White City also has an army of 100,000 people at the moment, although the number is the same, and it also occupies a strong condition for defense, but no one will have confidence in this battle, this is not only the gap in physical fitness and equipment training, but also the lack of confidence and fear of being oppressed for a hundred years.
Although the main force defending the city was still a miscellaneous soldier like Big Mouth, with the addition of the northern troops with a high will to fight, and the help of the well-equipped southern army, the troops on the city walls were relatively stable, the gates of the city had long been closed, and the farmland outside the city had already been forcibly harvested, leaving only a bare land.
Although the effect of the strong wall may not be great, it is better than not doing it at all.
In the middle of this open world, Mordor's army stopped, and the distance was just a stone's throw away from the White City defenders, which was the closest that Mordor could get close to before the siege.
For some reason, the silent army seemed to be more intimidating than the active army, and the whole world seemed to be quiet, everyone was waiting for the order to attack, and in the process of waiting, only the heavy breath echoed in the world, and at this moment, a voice appeared from the sky, a great shaman riding a flying dragon.
The so-called Wyvern is not actually a real dragon, but a flying lizard, and after being tamed by the swamp lizardmen, it was enshrined to Mordor and became the most ideal mount at the top of Mordor's power.
The size of the flying dragon is very large, all spread out nearly thirteen meters wide, five meters long, the big shaman in black robe rode on it, like the god of death from the underworld, the big shaman hovered at the top of the army of Mordor, nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the white city in front of him, his eyes were full of contempt, the big shaman seemed to be careless to the enemy in front of him, just waved his hand very casually, and with this wave of his hand, it seemed that the horn and war drums that had been silent for a long time sounded again~
"Roar..."
Accompanied by the horn, the phalanx located in the first row of the entire Mordor queue roared and began to charge, and the queue that dispersed at that moment washed down like a black tide, and behind them, the war drums remembered again, and the huge siege tower began to advance with the crowd, and behind, the huge siege trebuchet forged by the dwarves began to speak, and the huge stone ball was ignited and thrown out after being wrapped in black "magic oil" (oil), and that scene was like countless fireballs, falling from the sky, In addition to destroying countless buildings and walls with their own hardness, they were also able to spread their flames to other places, causing countless fires in the city.
The Great War broke out~
Viewed from the side of the entire battlefield, this scene is like the most beautiful movie cover or game CG ever made, full of magnificence and poetry:
The slightly gloomy world, on one side is a huge city with a white glossy surface, and on the other, there is a dark army of terror, in the middle of them, the tide of troops swarmed, in the sky, countless huge fireballs painted a magnificent red meteor, at this moment, as if the world was also frozen, frozen into the most important famous painting in the imperial museum in the later generations, and this painting expresses only one meaning, the content is also extraordinarily simple, the White Tower Guard Battle, begins.
Big Mouth roared at the spear in his hand here, a half-orc soldier who had just shown his head relied on iron armor and shield to dodge three spears, and was stabbed into the abdomen without much protection by Big Mouth, the half-orc soldier roared in pain, and then before he was about to fall, he threw out the war knife in his hand with all his might, and the dense crowd on the city wall had no time to dodge, a person with good luck, who won the lottery directly, and his body with almost no defense, was directly slashed with a knife, and fell to the ground screaming.
The siege towers in the distance are still getting closer, but before they get closer, there are only these unprotected siege ladders, and their only advantage may be that they have a large amount and a speed block, so that they can prepare the siege towers before they arrive, so that the soldiers will not be in a passive position to be beaten.
Maybe it's the power of Mordor for a hundred years, or the unique head of the orcs with few tendons, these orcs are not afraid of death to rush forward, just like the team of centaurs who just mouthed, and the situation of being replaced by the half-orcs on the verge of death abounds, and the individual landing ports from time to time The half-orcs can often cause a bloody storm in that area, and the Terrans need to spend extremely heavy costs to be able to fight this landing port back, although the Terrans are located in the defending city, but this battle loss ratio, But it was enough to put any Terran commander to shame.
Just as there is no temptation in the war of Mordor, there is no reserve power in the attack of Mordor, and the battle goes directly into high-intensity contact battles.