Salaman showed a satisfied smile, he knew that even if he was promoted to a white robe, such an attack was definitely not something that Gandalf, who had been restrained by himself and most of his strength, could deal with.

But Salaman didn't notice too much that it was not Gandalf alone who was now on the Mage's Tower, but as many as three.

So, when these monsters reached the halfway point, Chen Ping's eyes suddenly turned silver, and he showed his ability.

"Psionic ------ the self suggests."

The tendrils of thought were like an invisible web, enveloping all these monsters, and in Salaman's gaze as if he had seen a ghost, the crows swooped down and rushed straight into the strong orcs and wolf cavalry below, and the two sides frantically tore together, and suddenly flesh and blood flew sideways, and roars and howls resounded in the sky.

"Hehe, Salaman, it's my turn, come, creatures of the distant mountains, fulfill the ancient contract, let the betrayer Salaman, pay the due price."

Gandalf waved his wand and chanted loudly, and at the end of the sky, a dozen or so black dots suddenly appeared, rapidly approaching this direction, but it was only a breath or two, and it was already possible to see that it was a group of huge falcons, each with its wings open, five or six meters long, curved beaks, like sharp steel hooks, shining claws, like fine iron.

"Don't be complacent, stupid Gandalf, do you think these foolish fools with no brains can pose any threat to me?" Salaman shouted, waving his wand in his hand, and a huge amount of energy gathered from around the Orsack Tower, turning into four rays of lightning that merged into the gem at the tip of his wand.

"Fork lightning, oops, that's not good." Chen Ping smiled, his eyes flashing with silver swirls, and in front of the tower, large pieces of soul fragments floated up, wailing in the air.

"Self-created arcane ----- Chen's soul mirror!"

Only a soft sound was heard, and between Salamane and the giant eagle group, countless strange creations appeared, including demon crows, strong orcs, demon wolves, and more identical giant eagles, roaring together, swooping towards Salaman.

"What is this? Oh hell. Salaman was so taken aback that he was almost swallowed by the spell, and although he managed to control his magic with his experience, it was time for him to be ready to send it.

The sky was filled with thunderclouds for a moment, and blue-white lightning flashed among them, and as the Salaman Staff fell, dozens of thunder snakes frantically pounced on its target, but the giant eagles had long been hidden by the mirror images, so these flashpoints all fell on the heads of the mirror images.

The silver light in Chen Ping's eyes flickered again, and then there was a crackling, crackling, clicking, and at the top of the Ossako's tower, Salaman's body writhed and jumped like a convulsion, and his long hair all twisted and stood up, and it smelled of burnt paste.

"Psionic --- Pain Sharing"

The effect of this psionic energy is to allow the caster to share the pain of the existence of the object that forms a soul connection with him, Chen Ping's creation, its raw material itself contains Salaman's mana breath, which gives Chen Ping the opportunity to connect it all with Salaman's soul, so Salaman's lightning storm, while bombarding the mirror image, actually hit his own soul.

And the terrible thing about this spell is that it is stackable, if the pain of a mirror image is 1, and a hundred mirror images are hit at the same time, then the pain of its feedback is not 1, but 100.

No one can survive such a heavy blow, and Salamane is no exception, and he can no longer maintain the big hand he wrestles with Gandalf, and his tall and thin body is almost broken up by a combination of punches. Then, with the sound of an eagle, Salaman was grabbed by a giant eagle and flew into the air.

"In the name of Maia, fulfill the will of Vera, Salaman, you are not worthy to be another Maia, let me put an end to your sins." Gandalf raised his staff, and the powerful magic condensed at the tip of the staff, turning into a giant lightsaber. He held the hilt of his lightsaber in both hands and swung it towards Salaman, who had fallen from his talons.

"No, Gandalf, you can't do this, I curse you, I curse this world, and it will be destroyed with my fall......"

"Assist in killing Salaman, participants will get 1 A-level side story, 5,000 reward points, and 4 points for the righteous side! The power of Isenger is destroyed. ”

When Chen Ping attacked Issinger, in the eastern part of Gondor, on the Girion River, the generals of Gondor were restlessly gathering the remnants of the defeated generals.

"What's wrong with these bastards crawling out of hell, when didn't we pay attention to slaughtering their daddy?" The defender Basra said indignantly.

It was an overwhelming flood of attacks, wolves, trolls, orcs, barbarian soldiers, snake-necked wyverns, vampire bats composed of a dark army frantically attacking their defenses, the first line of defense only supported for half a day before it was lost, and then, the crazy monster army, under the leadership of the ring, drove straight in, unstoppable.

Within three days, the southern Ishilian, Losanac, and Lebennine plains fell one after another, and the corpses of the Gondor warriors spread throughout the eastern Gondor until they retreated to the Girion River, and Gondor was able to stabilize the retreat by natural danger.

"How many more soldiers do we have?" Looking at the east and west, and couldn't help but lament and ** the soldiers, Basra asked.

"Well, as you can see, it's all here, General." The adjutant said embarrassedly.

"But there are less than a thousand people here, what about the other four thousand?" Basra said sadly, as if talking to herself.

"Yes, General." The adjutant bowed his head and said.

"Hehe," Basra let out a bitter laugh, "It looks like we're going to be loyal to the Empire soon, maybe today." ”

As he spoke, he stood up, gathered his fighting spirit, and said loudly, "Warriors of Gondor, I have to admit that we lost this battle. If it's a battle with other enemies, and it's fought to this extent, I'll allow everyone to surrender in order for everyone to survive. However, we all know who the enemy we are facing! ”

Looking at the soldiers who were attracted to the idea, Basra continued:

"They are the most murderous, barbaric, and evil forces in the world, and if we surrender, what awaits us, the same death, is to be their food! As a soldier, I cannot bear such a disgrace, and I do not want to watch them rush into our homes and turn our parents, wives, and children into food for them before I die, and I think, as a noble and proud soldier of Gondor, you too. So, I decided to fight to the death, and then when I met the kings and ancestors, I was able to say to them that I had not disgraced a soldier. Tell me, then, aloud, whether you will die bravely or kneel in humiliation and let them smash your heads one by one with sticks? ”

A sad atmosphere spread, and every soldier's eyes showed a look of despair, but at the same time, a wave of blood and madness was also stimulated.

"Bloody battle to the death!" The adjutant raised his sword.

"Bloody battle to the death!"

"Bloody battle to the death!"

One by one, the generals and soldiers raised their weapons and shouted loudly, which was the last pride of the soldiers.

"Report, the Mordor army has begun to cross the river." A scout hurried.

"So what are we waiting for?" Basra laughed loudly.

"Hurry up, Hasselblad, faster!"

Aragorn urged his mount to his feet, and this horse, one of the best horses even in the Rohan kingdom, ran like a gust of wind.

He was flanked by Boromo and Iomo, followed by Legolas, Frodo, Golden Bolt, and the Samsaras.

Because Borromo did not die, their army did not encounter any hindrance or injustice in Gondor, and the Prime Minister of Gondor, who learned of the invasion of Mordor's army, was in dire need of such a new force. Therefore, everyone received enough strong support and logistical assistance, and the army was expanded to 2,000 people. The two thousand marched through the plains of Nimris and across the Cheriel River towards the district of Ezerond, which was the easternmost part of the district of Ezerond.

"It can't be any faster, Aragorn." "We have traveled thousands of miles in the past few days, and if we continue to run like this, by the time we reach Ezerlund, the horses may not be able to fight any more.

"Yes, Aragorn, while we don't care, the soldiers of Gondor need a rest." Rommel nodded.

"Okay." Aragorn replied, his face a little heavy, "I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry, but for some reason, since the morning, I've been feeling uneasy, as if something terrible is about to happen. ”