The central grassland is close to the border of the Mordor Blacklands.

A small group of centaur nomadic knights roamed the area, and even if they did, they could walk as fast as the other creatures could jog.

The central grassland has now become a paradise for centaurs, and centaurs come to take refuge every day, so Qiyan has arranged a lot of such small teams on the border, in order to guide the centaur immigrants who come to take refuge, and also to strengthen the border sentinels, after all, as the price that Lelouch gave to the central grassland, they need to separate Mordor from the human race.

"Captain, there's Wangpo ahead!"

A young centaur nomadic knight to his own captain, a centaur heavy knight, the so-called lookout slope is the name they gave to a prominent high ground, the reason why there is a special name here, because this is the closest place to Mordor in the central grassland, take a look at the situation of Mordor here, if there is no problem, then their team of people task is completed, and the other circle of return is completely easy, because even if there is Mordor, it is definitely from behind, They're definitely not going to bump into each other head-on.

So when they heard that the front was Wangpo, the centaur team of this squad was extremely happy, and they quickly walked up, ready to wait and see, and they could go home happily without any problem, even the centaur squad leader who had participated in the two major wars was a rare face that became relaxed.

They increased their speed slightly, and soon walked up the lookout slope.

Looking into the distance, the black ground was still filled with countless black volcanic ash, and the ground covered in volcanic ash outside was still as dark as ever, even darker than ever.

When they saw this, they were all relieved, they had at least seen any enemies, but one of them, a nomadic knight, who squinted his eyes and kept looking into the distance, and the expression on his face changed from doubt, doubt, disbelief, shock, and finally despair.

The abnormality of the companion quickly attracted the attention of the team leader, this nomadic knight is the best archer in his team, generally speaking, a good shooter, must have a good pair of eyes, this shooter may be able to see things that others in the distance can't see, the team leader also looked into the distance, but he really didn't see anything, until he was on the black ground in the distance, and suddenly saw a few gray-brown small mountain bags that suddenly spit out, no, not a few, but a long line that could not be seen.

The blacker black ground below was not volcanic ash, but a city, like an army of orcs in the black ocean.

Centaurs, shocked.

The number of people was incalculable at this point, because they could not see the edge of the number in any way, and the countless orc soldiers at the front, dressed in black armor, were like black grass and moss spreading rapidly across the earth, and in the midst of their ocean, the mammoth beast of the city was causing countless small earthquakes on the earth with his terrifying feet.

The movement speed of such a terrifying army is very slow, but it provides infinite pressure in disguise, which is enough to make the centaur team on the lookout slope feel the cold from head to toe.

"Quick, let's split up, some of them will go to inform the border tribes to retreat back, some of them will check the approximate number of Mordor's army, and the last one will go back to the royal city!"

The team leader reacted and began to assign tasks, they could actually retreat directly towards the royal city without any disregard, but the team leader did not choose to do so, he made the best choice, but it was also the most dangerous choice for them, the team leader looked at the people around him after speaking, and then continued:

"The task of detecting the number of Mordor's army is very threatening, I don't force everyone to join, the youngest will go back to the royal city, I will lead the team to explore Mordor, who wants to come with me!?"

This small team ended up with four teams in Fengcheng, one heading towards Mordor, one heading towards the royal city, and the other two retreating with the border line that began to rule the tribe.

And the Mordor army left the Black Land, and the news that appeared outside the central grassland quickly swept the entire Middle-earth, when they were still fighting towards the civil war of Mordor for how long, the orcs with their fierce temper, without the so-called entanglement and temptation, directly ended the entire war with a vigorous battle, so when the Mordor army suddenly appeared outside the Black Land, Middle-earth did not react, and a news came out later, and everyone in Middle-earth felt a huge fear and cold.

"This time, Lord Modor personally leads the team!"

Qi Yan stood in the palace of Baicheng, facing a house full of Terran elf high-level, after clarifying the alliance, the elf sent a large number of high-level to Baicheng to facilitate the military alliance between the two sides, after all, the Terran side is the main battlefield, and the elves want to fight Mordor on the side, and there is a gray swamp in the middle that is enough to make everyone feel a big headache.

Therefore, the pressure on the land is still concentrated on the side of the heaven-sent land, and Qi Yan came to Baicheng as soon as he got the news, he knew that he had no possibility of defeating Mordor, and he didn't even wait for the team to come back to investigate the number of Mordor, and he didn't have to think about it to know that most of them were more than lucky.

Facing the beggar face who brought news to him, Leluxiu's expression was very grim, to be honest, with the unification of the heaven-sent land and two consecutive harvests, Lelouch has been a little inflated recently, his strength is increasing rapidly, and his diplomatic environment is exceptionally good, Lelouch even began to think in his mind whether he should take the initiative to counterattack.

At that time, Mordor ended the civil war with his unexpected speed, and left the Black Land again with the terrifying army that had just finished the civil war, and came towards the heaven-sent land, although Lelouch did not know the specific military strength of Mordor, but as a legion led by the Maharaja himself, that combat power was definitely beyond their imagination.

Lelouch was silent in the face of this situation, and the high-level of the human race and the high-level elves were constantly talking to each other, communicating with each other with their eyes, in the face of this situation, Qiyan was anxious, and the meaning of Qiyan was very clear without hands, that is, the coalition army sent troops, and fought to the death with Mordor in the central grassland, Qiyan will attack with all his might, and even Qiyan is willing to put the battlefield under the city of Centaur King, which is closest to Fort Clarion, but this is too wishful thinking for Qiyan, At this time, almost everyone understood that the best thing to do at this time was to defend Fort Horn, even if the Terrans relied on artillery to have the ability to fight against Mordor Mammoth, but in the face of the legion led by the Maharaja himself, everyone did not have the slightest confidence that they could defeat Mordor in the field.

If they had waited another five years, maybe the coalition forces would have this idea, but now, they have no such idea at all, and even have an extravagant hope.

The silence of the human race and the elves is their attitude, but Qiyan has a deep despair in his eyes, no one can understand his feelings, no one, if the centaurs still have the hope of preparing to restore the country before, then now Qiyan is completely gone, because almost the vast majority of centaurs have been concentrated in the central grassland, and now unless everything in the central grassland is abandoned and the population is evacuated immediately, otherwise the centaurs will face another extinction.

What awaits them is the next thousand years of recuperation, not even the next thousand years.

As for giving up the central grassland, when he has nothing, he will be very decisive, but when he has worked hard to build everything, they are no longer willing to give up everything they have created, is Qi Yan willing to give up the royal capital? Of course Qiyan was unwilling, he still had a trace of luxury, that is, the support of the Terran elves, and even the support of the dwarves, relying only on the centaur himself, Qiyan had absolutely no possibility of defeating Mordor, and even his own barely self-protection could not be satisfied.

Only the centaurs were assembled. After all the strength of the dwarves, elves and the human race, it is possible for them to hold the central grassland, but even the beggar himself does not believe that outsiders will do this, after all, no matter how many people there are in Mordor, as long as they stick to the Horn Fort, the possibility of Mordor wanting to come in will become extremely low, and as long as the Horn Fortress is not lost, then the Terrans can continue to develop, and the elves can continue to isolate the danger of war from afar.

They really couldn't find any reason to go out and fight.

Qi Yan waited in Baicheng for three days, and the attitude of the human race and the elves in three days was already obvious, it was impossible for them to send troops for this, because at this time, they did not even have any hope of winning, this was not a battle, but a death.

But just when Qi Yan felt completely hopeless, an extremely unexpected news came.

"Mordor has turned, and the target has been changed to the Dwarven Supreme City!"

In the face of the sudden appearance of the dwarf messenger, Leluxiu finally felt a lot of pressure this time, Mordor is ready to eat the resistance forces little by little, if Leluxiu does not go to the rescue of the centaurs today, then he can still keep his enough combat effectiveness, but if even the dwarves give up, then the so-called coalition army, only the human race and the elves are left, and the power comparison between the enemy and us will be completely changed.

Giving up the dwarves is equivalent to giving up nearly half of the combat effectiveness of the entire coalition army, and the dwarves and centaurs have no chance of survival!

"Mordor, this is forcing me to send troops!"

The Maharaja is not stupid, if there was a suspicion of deliberately releasing water before, but the Maharaja also knows that the Terrans at this time are no longer what they used to be, if they attack the horn by themselves, maybe they may not be able to defeat it, and the battle between the Terrans and the elves will be maintained to a stalemate.

So the Maharaja wants to fight the dwarves, and the Maharaja is not afraid that Lelouch will not leave his tortoise shell, because this is not a conspiracy, but a complete conspiracy, and it is absolutely impossible for Lelouch to sit back and watch the dwarves be eliminated.

And even if Lelouch really doesn't leave Fort Hornhorn, Mordor is sure to make a profit, after losing the dwarves and centaurs, those wait-and-see factions may still wait for the final battle to be decided and continue to speculate, but before that, they will definitely not join the side of the coalition again, and the dwarves are their end.

That is to say, no matter how Lelouch chooses, in the end, he will be powerful against Moduo, this seemingly extremely simple strategy is actually the most outstanding combat policy after thousands of tempers, Lelouch has no way now, he has fallen into an extremely emotional situation, and if he does not save it, it is equivalent to completely shrinking himself in the land of God, giving up all hope, and begging Yan is unwilling to give up the central grassland that he has worked so hard to build, how can Lelouch want to give up the hope he has worked so hard to build?

"Sending troops?"

Sacred Mountains

Mordor's army marched along the countless mountain roads in the mountains towards the Supreme City, and the dwarves at the top of the peaks around them witnessed in fear the formidable appearance of Mordor's army, in addition to the army spreading on the mountain roads, there was also the terrifying army that covered the land beyond the mountains, and in the face of this order of magnitude of army, the dwarves could not afford any hope of victory.

"Haven't the Terrans and Elves sent troops yet?"

Olaf sat on his throne and angrily questioned his envoy, but the dwarven envoy who was born in the White City said with a little hesitation:

"We don't know this, the Emperor of the People neither refused nor agreed!"

Olaf was angry in the face of this almost unspoken answer, for the sophistication of people, his own people were too simple, Olaf did not care about his own reinforcements, but looked at the other team:

"Well, have you counted the number of enemy troops now?"

Olaf's inquiry did not yield a satisfactory answer, and the pair of scouts were filled with a sense of despair and shock:

"My lord, we sent out nearly three hundred men, and less than twenty returned, but even so, we didn't see the edge of Mordor, even the enemies we saw right now, at least, at least nearly seven hundred thousand!"

The Scout's words made Olaf feel a chill of Mordor, there were 700,000 people just to see, but what about those who didn't? Did Mordor really achieve the grand occasion of a 'million army' this time?

The only thing that makes Olaf feel at ease is that there is only one sacred mountain range that isolates the possibility of Mordor's entire army attacking, no matter how many people Mordor has, he only needs to face a maximum of 100,000 people attacking at the same time, but the attack of these 100,000 people will never be reduced or fatigued and waiting because of his own killing, what he will face is the continuous attack of 100,000 people, and this time there is no street fighting to delay time, this time Mordor can have people, he can fill every cave of the entire Supreme Pit with orc soldiers without care, So that the dwarves have nowhere to hide.

When the coalition forces were anxiously thinking about countermeasures, in the terrifying army of Mordor, in the depths of the ocean of countless soldiers, a burly figure was wrapped in black robes, looking into the distance!