When he can, he doesn't mind helping others. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but this is a prerequisite, that is, whether it can damage his own interests. Especially in the mission world where you can't go home if you don't complete the mission.

Promise is not the Virgin, who repeatedly puts herself in danger in order to help others. He wouldn't do that kind of thing. He hadn't thought that way since he left school.

It's better in the modern world, after all, Promise has some apprehensions in his heart. But in the world of missions, the only thing in the heart of the promise is the idea of completing the task, and everything else has to make way for this goal.

Therefore, regardless of whether the defenders of Minas Tirith were able to resist to the end in this war, Promise would not take the initiative to interfere with the established course. Because if Mordor's army did not enter the city, it would be difficult for him to fish in troubled waters and go to North Isirian. The most important thing is to complete the mission and get home alive. As for the fate of the city, it wasn't something he needed to worry about.

'Ge Long! Ge Long! Ge Long! The numerous orc armies began to cheer in unison, cheering for their massive battering rams. In the siege of the Cold Weapon Age, the attacker's breach of the city gate almost meant complete victory.

The terrible battle between the Mordor coalition and the humans was a race war, in which there were few prisoners left. Once the city is broken, it is usually the men and the old and the weak who kill it all, leaving only the young women to vent and then eat. There is no mercy in this kind of war, and every participant is a beast.

As night fell, Sauron used his mana to create a huge cloud that enveloped almost the entire city of Minas Tirith. Countless torches were lit inside and outside the city, and everything here was brightly illuminated.

When the huge battering ram, named Ge Long, was sent to the city gate and began to attack the gate, the defenders did not put up resistance. They use bows and arrows, rocks and even burning oil to attack battering rams in a frenzy.

Unfortunately, the huge battering ram had an extremely strong defense, and it was surrounded by countless archers, so it could not inflict devastating damage on it.

Gandalf had instigated Promise to rush down and destroy the battering ram, but unfortunately Promise was not a superman who was instigated to get hot and had an excessive sense of justice in his heart. How could you run away with a hot head just because of a few words of agitation? Not to mention, he didn't even think to help the defenders stop the orcs from entering the city.

With a thunderous crash, the mighty gate of Minas Tirith was finally shattered under the continuous bombardment of the giant battering ram!

The sound of dull, dense footsteps came from behind the gate, a terrifying force that almost shook the ground. Hundreds of defenders lined up in tight formations waited in horror for the enemy to rush in.

They had nowhere to retreat, this was their home, and his family and friends were all behind him. At this time, these defenders had no choice but to fight to the death.

It's a world of extreme cruelty, and it's at war almost all the time. And it was a terrible race war. The world is far more cruel than promised, and everyone here is trying to survive as best they can. Being alive is their only pursuit.

In contrast, people living in a modern world with advanced technology and great material abundance are so happy. Because they live in the best of times!

The shattered city gate was completely destroyed, and a large group of majestic trolls, four or five meters tall, brandished their huge mallets and howled into the ranks of the defenders!

The defenders were valiant, but the difference in strength between the two sides was too great.

The mighty trolls wielded their sticks, and almost no human defenders could resist. It's really next to death, bruising wounds. Many of the defenders in armor were swept away. Because of the trolls' raid, the defenders behind the gate were quickly thrown into chaos.

At the same time, a large number of orcs who followed behind the trolls howled and swarmed in, and the number of them was almost numb.

"Block them!" Gandalf, on his white horse, shouted at the defenders around him to rush over to stop the orc army pouring into the city, and turned to look at the promise, "Don't let them into the city!" ”

Xu Promise muttered to himself in his heart: If they don't enter the city, how can I fish in troubled waters? But he certainly wouldn't say such a thing. And at this time, the city still has a strong garrison, and it is not to the point of complete chaos and then fleeing.

Nodding, holding a defender in both hands, he took the initiative to send it, and it was said that a certain hero had used a heavy sword and rushed towards the direction of the city gate.

The defenders were very pious and solemn when they presented their two-handed heavy swords. For them, this weapon that a hero used many years ago must have the attribute of the Holy Spirit and will be protected by the gods. It's just that the promise is secretly complaining about this.

This weapon is said to have a history of thousands of years, and it is difficult to enter the magic of the promise that it was used by a hero who participated in the war against the destruction of the kingdom of Angmar.

It's like the thousand-year-old gods that often appear in martial arts novels. Can this metal weapon be used after thousands of years? Even if it can be used to build the technology of the past, how can it be compared to the best now?

Although Xu Promise complained in his heart, he still took the weapon with a solemn face. And he swore that he would definitely use this hero's weapon to protect Minas Tirith!

A small area behind the city gate had been turned into the Shura Hell at this time. Countless trolls and orcs poured in to fight the defenders. Swords and swords, arrows raining down.

The lives of countless soldiers on both sides were easily consumed in this place. Blood gradually accumulated on the ground enough to drown the surface of the feet, and the smell of blood in the air was very pungent.

The speed of the promise was fast, and he quickly came to the door from the second floor. At this point, the defenders here were almost in a state of collapse, and the strong trolls were too strong. Physically strong, they are almost impossible to kill with the defenders' weapons, but even the defenders in armor can't resist the trolls' mallets. The originally dense formation had been completely destroyed by the trolls.

After taking a look at the scene, Xu Yu immediately rushed towards those trolls. As for the orcs, they can't care about it now.

"Die!" Promise, who rushed into the formation, roared angrily, clenched his two-handed heavy sword in both hands, and slid through the crotch of an ogre with a sliding step. Of course, the heavy sword in his hand was not idle, and the sharp blade directly opened the intestines of the hapless troll. The bloody internal organs were like water, and they were all over the ground.

The promise of rushing into the military formation did not stop at all, he stood up with his legs and spun around, dodging the huge mallet that smashed into his head with a whistling sound, and when he turned around again, the heavy sword in his hand had already slashed at the thigh of the troll that smashed him.

This heavy sword, which has been used by a hero, is indeed extraordinary, or rather, it has always been well maintained. Even after a thousand years, it is still extremely sharp. The thigh, which was thicker than the promised waist, was directly cut off under the heavy blow of the promise!

The blood gushing out **** came out, and directly poured the promise into the heart. Before screaming could scream, the trolls lost their balance after cutting off one of their legs, and fell sideways to the side.

The action of the promise was like flowing water, and his hands were raised high and then slashed down, and a huge and hideous head fell to the ground.

Promising this series of actions to kill the two powerful trolls in a very short time, it immediately caused a round of applause among the defenders. The morale that had been low also rose sharply. Even Gandalf, who had just arrived here on a white horse, was amazed that the promise was completely stronger than he had imagined.

Although I am very suspicious of the origin of the promise, this is not the time to explore this. After all, Promise was fighting Mordor's army.

The battle at the city gates was brutal and bloody. The defenders tried desperately to hold the place, but the tide of Mordor troops was pouring up with no end in sight. After killing a batch, more will immediately come up. To add to the despair of the defenders, in addition to the gates, the siege towers reappeared and sent a large number of orcs to the walls.

The defenders of Minas Tirith were limited in number, and they could no longer fully defend all of them when the gates were breached in the darkness of night. As time passed, more and more orcs poured into the city.

Moreover, in addition to the vast majority of trolls who entered the city, even the orcs were the most elite existences in the clan. The defenders' defenses collapsed unsurprisingly.

Promise had already been exhausted in the long battle to break through the army during the day, and he had to leave enough strength for himself to use when snatching the Ring. What's more, Promise had never thought about helping the defenders hold the city completely.

There are so many Mordor troops that even if it is a promise, it is impossible to kill these nearly 200,000 troops alone!

Even if this number of troops stood motionless and let the promises cut off their heads one by one, they would be able to exhaust the promises.

The fire was ignited, and the orcs rushed into the city frantically attacking any human they saw. It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, an old man or a child. Murder and arson, unscrupulous.

The orcs who poured into the city soon turned the city into a living hell. Dead human corpses were everywhere and blood all over the floor.

The gate had already fallen, and he promised to fight and retreat all the way through the second floor and then to the third floor. He didn't do his best, but there were too many enemies.

"This is not my national war, what am I doing so desperately?" Looking at the messy corpses that covered the ground around him, Promise's eyes darkened slightly. Deep down in his heart, he is still preserved on the good side, after all, these are all human. As a member of his kind, he also felt uncomfortable seeing this scene of being slaughtered by other races.

Fortunately, after so many baptisms in the mission world, Xu Promise quickly calmed down his mood. After cutting down the two orc soldiers, he looked up at the sky, and then at Gandalf in the distance, who was directing the defenders to resist to the death. After pursing the corners of his mouth, he immediately turned and ran towards the fifth layer of Minas Tirith. (To be continued.) )