"Aragonese ......"

"In my dwarf opinion, it's not a good choice for us to come here! Gandalf is going mad now, and I don't think we really need to listen to him anymore? ”

The dwarf Jin Li clenched the long-handled battle axe in his hand, and looked at the gloomy cave environment around him, which made him feel a little frightened.

Even if he himself is an adult dwarf who has lived underground for a long time and is extremely familiar with and adapted to the cave environment, he really doesn't want to come to this undead land called Ding Woe!

This place, in Jin Li's opinion, is really too evil!

In fact, it all started a few days ago: after they waited for two days in the Golden Forest of Roslorian, and when the Elven King Elon handed over the reforged Nasir Holy Sword, the Sword of Elendil, known as the "Flame of the West", and the Anduriel into Aragorn's hands, Gandalf strongly urged the three of them to come here, hoping that Aragorn could take over the undead army here?

This is Gandalf's last struggle, this stubborn old man, he will not allow his plan to fail! Of course, this is also the last chance for Aragon, the thirty-ninth grandson of Essidor!

Therefore, the old man desperately hoped that Aragorn would appear on the battlefield of Minas Tirith as the savior, crush the orc army with shocking means, and then try to forcibly take the throne of the kingdom of Gondor!

Since that Dinethor didn't give it, then he Gandalf had another way to get it! There are some things that the prime minister of Gondor can't stop.

"You see, this man, before he died, he must have suffered some kind of painful torture......"

The elven prince Leglas, who had also followed Aragorn into the land of the dead, did not pay any attention to the dwarf Golden Bolt's complaints, he just walked to a stone gate and stared curiously at a conspicuous corpse lying on the ground.

"In desperation, he tried to cut through this gate with his sword and escaped? However, he ultimately failed. ”

Legolas looked carefully at the well-equipped skeleton, which was holding the stone door in his hand, and was lying helplessly on the cold ground in a strange position, judging by his wide skeleton, it was clearly a strong man, and, judging by his extraordinary status.

This can be seen from the full-body refining armor that the other party is still wearing.

Those chain mail, still with a layer of beautiful gold, also wore a gold-painted patterned helmet on his head, and even on the gold belt, you can faintly see a few pieces of precious garnet, if you add the intact horse harness and horse corpse on the side, and the broken sword, then it is not difficult to guess the identity of his noblemanship.

"This is an ominous place, home to the undead...... We must be more careful not to repeat the mistakes of this Rohan nobleman......"

After a sharp gaze to the surrounding situation for a moment, Legolas gripped his bow vigorously, ready to attack at any moment.

"You're right, Leglass."

"Judging by his harness and armor, if I'm not mistaken, he should be the son of Brigo, the former king of the Golden Palace of Medusi, and the former crown prince of Rohan, Bado!"

Aragorn, one of the three, also came over at this time and squatted down to examine it carefully, but he did not dare to touch the corpse rashly, but after observing it in silence for a moment, he stood up and sighed quietly:

"May the heart of the shell flower never wither......"

"The tombs of the sixteen royal families of the Rohan Hussars, all of which are now overgrown with grass, have been lying alone in front of a door that cannot be opened for so many long years......"

Where does this door lead? Why did he want to go over so much?

I'm afraid, no one will ever know about it again......

Muttering to himself for a while, Aragorn felt that no matter why this Bado had come here, how similar was his experience to that of himself and others.

Today, they also had to walk into this land of the dead, into the home of the dead.

If the three of them can't complete the task asked by Gandalf, perhaps, they will also end up in the same fate as this former crown prince of Rohan, Bado: become a corpse that no one cares about, lying lonely in a corner of this place, waiting for future generations to find and sigh, right?

"You don't want to know what's behind this door?!"

Compared with the dead former Crown Prince of Rohan, Jin Li is actually more curious, what is behind this closed stone door? Why does this person try to open it before he dies?

Don't...... There's something valuable in it, like endless gold or some other treasure?!

"Put away your curiosity for now, Jin Li, if I were you, I wouldn't want to open that door......"

"I'm here, and I feel a strong sense of malice! Obviously, the undead here, they don't welcome those of us who break into this place! If we want to get out alive, we'd better be vigilant at all times! ”

Holding a torch in his left hand and Nasir's sword in his right hand, Aragorn gave a serious warning to the golden bolt who seemed to want to approach the stone gate, and then took the lead and continued to walk into the depths of this land of the dead.

"Hurry up, don't look at the ground, and don't bother with the tentacles of the undead!"

Sensing what seemed to be a huge platform and the sound of wind ahead, Aragorn rushed forward quickly.

He needs to keep exploring, find the undead here, and ...... And then what to do, he himself actually didn't know......

"Oh...... Better...... Skeleton ......"

Aragorn didn't remind him, but as soon as he said this, Jin Li's body stiffened, and then he lowered his head and looked in horror at the path of corpses around him, which was almost entirely made up of human skeletons.

"Hey! You two guys wait for me! ”

After seeing that the elf Legolas had disappeared into the fog of the dead with Aragorn, the golden bolt frightened a spirit.

Then he began to stride over the skulls in reckless stride, and kept tearing off the smoky undead arms that were clawing at him in an attempt to grab him, and chased after them for their lives.

……

When the trio finally crossed the land of skulls and a few winding passages, they came to a massive rock structure that looked like a gate to an underground fortress. Here, there is a huge platform paved with stone slabs, and in front of the platform is the abyss, and on the other side, is the gate of the building?

This is the underground fortress of the mountain people in the past?

"Who broke into my territory......"

At this moment, an ethereal and grim voice suddenly sounded in this empty underground square.

It wasn't until Aragorn, Golden Bolt, and Legolas turned in the direction of the sound for the first time that they realized that on the originally empty platform, a figure of an undead wearing a crown and ragged clothes slowly appeared?

"Are you the ruler of the undead here? We are the ones who have come to ask you spirits to fulfill a promise! ”

After discovering a ghost who could talk and seemed to be able to communicate, Aragorn finally felt a little comforted.

As long as these undead can still communicate, it would be good, he was afraid that the other party would not be able to communicate, and then he didn't know how to order or dominate the other party, at that time, it was the most fatal thing!

"Hehehe...... The undead here are not allowed to pass through the living! ”

On top of the translucent skeleton face of the undead, the skull's bloodless mouth was closed one by one, so that the three of them could not judge each other's general attitude based on their expressions.

"I'm sure you'll let me through!"

Just as Aragorn was about to take two steps forward and carefully share his words with the undead leader, the other man suddenly opened his mouth and laughed coldly.

Then, after the laughter of the other party echoed in this underground cavern or mountain fortress, the portals on the cliffs began to light up. As a result, countless hideous undead soldiers began to be awakened by each other, and quickly stepped on the cliff or mid-air without any foothold, and directly floated towards the three of them.

"This road is not ......"

"Now, accept your imminent death...... Then, join us......"

The undead leader, who was talking and wearing a crown on his head, sneered, and with the sword in his hand, he accelerated towards Aragorn with an unkind face.

“！？”

Seeing the opponent's movements, Legolas quickly pulled out an arrow and quickly pulled the bow, instantly piercing his elven arrow directly through the opponent's head!

It's a pity that the precise elven arrow didn't cause any damage to this undead?

In fact, this long arrow had just pierced the heads of the leading undead and dozens of minions behind him! But it shot into the air without any hindrance, and shot straight into the distance and disappeared into the darkness.

"Hehehe......"

Then, the undead leader continued to sneer like that, and rushed forward with his sword held high, and with his equally phantom-like weapon, he slashed straight down at Aragorn's head!

Choke!

The sound of metal colliding as the long swords intersected sounded, and to the undead leader's surprise: the blow it had thought would be killed, and his illusory undead energy sword body would be blocked by the enemy's long sword?

"How is this possible?!"

In a moment of frustration, Aragorn took two steps forward, grabbed his opponent's neck with one hand, and placed his holy sword under his neck.

"I am Aragorn, son of Arazon, thirty-ninth grandson of Essidor!"

"I am here to ask you to fulfill your promises and accept my call to fight for me! What do you think? Tell me, your reply?! ”

After threatening the opponent with the blade of his sword, Aragorn pushed the opponent away with all his might, and held the holy sword in front of him vertically so that all the undead could see it clearly.

"It's impossible! Essidor ...... He's gone! ”

Seeing this kind of thing suddenly, this undead king of mountain people still felt a little incredulous.

He remembered that the Essidor who cursed them and made them like this was not long gone. Why is it that now, there is an inexplicable thirty-nine generations of grandchildren?!

In fact, this matter has to start from the Second Age of Middle-earth.

At that time, near the White Mountains, north of Gondor, there lived a group of human beings, known as the people of the mountains.

They once regarded the demon lord Sauron as a god and god, but when the kingdom of Gondor was founded, the king of the mountain people was forced to lead his men to swear allegiance to Essidor, the king of Gondor!

They had sworn that they would heed Essidor's call and take part in the war against Sauron.

However, when the real war came, the mountain people refused the call of King Gondor, they did not dare to fight the gods they once believed in, they did not dare to fight the demon lord Sauron, so they shamefully reneged on their oath and refused to answer the call of Essidor!

So, Essidor was embarrassed and angry, and used the power of the Holy Sword and the rules here in Middle-earth to curse the other party in turn with the power of the Holy Contract.

Essidor had said that if the mountain people did not fulfill their promise, they would never rest in peace, and the curse would continue until they were willing to fulfill their vows!

As a result, the oath-breakers of the mountain people who hid in the mountains and did not dare to confront Sauron, over time, they really became dead because of the curse of Esidor and the country died as a result.

Even their souls have been wandering in Middle-earth, and the coldness and loneliness of human hands can never be relieved......

"However, it is not!"

"Now, look at me, look at this Nasir Holy Sword in my hand, and look at this Ring of the Two Snakes in my hand!"

After revealing his identity, Aragorn violently threatened the undead leader with the holy sword in his hand, as well as some of the undead who seemed to be high-ranking ones.

"I command you: obey my call, regain your honor, and fight for me! And I will see you as having fulfilled your promises and lifted the curse from you! ”

“……”

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"Woo~! Woo~! ”

A sharp and distant terror horn sounded, and when the smoke from the Doomsday Volcano had completely obscured the sunlight, and then, when the shadows began to envelop the entire Minas Tirith, the orc armies who had been cowering in the western city of Osgillias could finally stop fearing the sunlight that made them uncomfortable, and began to walk out of the ruins of the city with dignity, and slowly pressed towards the capital of Gondor after the formation.

"Woo~! Woo~! ”

The mournful sound of the horn continued, and the phalanx of the orc legion began to follow the instructions of the horn, shouting all kinds of chaotic slogans, and marched forward step by step.

Blocks of large orc squares with at least a few thousand people, groups of tall Ochael-armored trolls, and those towering giants that were being pushed by several huge trolls and countless orc coolies, and even higher than the walls of Minas Tirith, were at the front of the half-orc army array, slowly pressing towards the city wall.

If you look closely, the defenders of Gondor will also find that in the middle of the Orc Legion formation, there is also a huge and hideous siege weapon, that terrifying gate ram - Goron!

Of course, in addition to the nearly 100,000 orc army on the ground, in the sky, there are several Ringwyvern Dragon Knights flying above the orc legion, monitoring and controlling the movement of the orc army, and preparing to launch an air attack on Gondor's capital at any time.

"Humph......"

"Faramor! You go down at once, go to the side of the city and start commanding the battle, remember your mission: hold the walls as much as possible and hold the enemy back! You must not let them come in too quickly! ”

At the top of Minas Tirith, in the royal courtyard of Gondor, on the observation deck in front of the withered white tree, the regent of Gondor, Dinether II, who seemed to have fully recovered, was only wearing a tight-fitting black dress, like an old lion, and looked coldly at the huge army of half-orcs of nearly 100,000 men outside of Minas Tirith.

However, at this time, he was not really worried.

Because, the main army of the United Kingdom of Alicia has already reached the wilderness north of Minas Tirith, and it will not be long before they will soon reach the battlefield.

Therefore, Dinethor himself knows that their city only needs to hold on for half a day!

Because of this, he was relieved to let his only remaining son, Faramor, go to the front line. This battle, in his opinion, should not be too fierce, after all, when the main forces of the United Kingdom arrive, at that time, it will be a truly bloody and brutal battle!

And during the attack and defense of the city, their enemy's strong forces could not be extended, but the defenders of their city had a great advantage.

"Yes, Father!"

Receiving the order, Faramir did not hesitate, and after saluting respectfully, he turned and put on his helmet of the swan winged general, and beckoned a group of swan knights on foot to trot down the stairs to the city below.

They've been waiting for this day for a long time! When they returned to Minas Tirith through a magical teleportation spell from Isengard's red-robed mage tower the other day, they had been nervously preparing to defend the city.

Although it was certainly too late to order reinforcements from the rear cities, they still raised enough militia and prepared various fortifications and supplies in the city.

Up to now, in this huge city of Minas Tirith, the capital of Gondor, in addition to the nearly 20,000 defenders of Gondor who had been put together on a temporary basis, there were also a full fifty 'Nemesis' large-caliber cannons teleported by the portal opened by the red-robed witch lord with supreme mana, and 300 'Goddess's Fury' musketeers led by General Renas of the Second Legion who were responsible for protecting the cannons.

At this moment, they are in the royal garden behind the regent Denesser, on top of their already set up artillery positions, ready to launch artillery bombardments on the enemy!

For these cannons, there is simply no higher and more suitable place to arrange artillery positions than this royal courtyard platform garden! The location is high, the view is long, and there is not much need to worry about the enemy's counterattack?

"Excuse me, General Renath, can your cannons deal with those flying Ringwraiths?"

After watching the dynamics of the enemy army for a while, Dinethor looked at the young female general Renas who was standing beside him with a little worry, and asked cautiously.

Now, if the Orc Legion didn't have those Ringwraiths, then he Dinetha would be able to hold Minas Tirith for at least a few days, or even until his own defenders were exhausted or the main forces of the United Kingdom arrived and joined the station!

After all, this Minas Tirith is a fortress with layers of defense, and the streets and gates that surround the mountains are solid ramparts that can consume the living power of the orcs to the maximum!

It's a pity that those ring spirits, those flying monsters, their deterrent power to the defenders is too great! When they were in the western city of Osgiriath, they had already suffered the great loss of those Ringlings! The kind of screams of the other party and the huge figure that just flew through the air was really a serious challenge to the morale of the defenders!

Yes, he was a little worried, he was worried that the Ringwraiths would cause huge psychological pressure on his side, which would lead to the early rout of the defense line! He had no choice but to pin his hopes on the powerful new weapons behind him.

Originally, there was actually a better choice to deal with those ring spirits, and the best choice was the little witch in red robe who was sitting on the roof of the palace and watching the play there!

It is said that all of those rings have been killed by her once before? It's just that they have recently been resurrected by the Demon Lord Sauron again?

It's just that what makes Dinethor helpless: I don't know why, that powerful little witch, the other party doesn't seem to be ready to intervene in this war, and the other party also said that the power of Minas Tirith is now enough to deal with those rings?

After thinking about it, he thought that the other party was referring to the murderous artillery units behind the two, so Dinether asked the female general standing beside him.

"Haha! Regent of Gondor, you're kidding! ”

Hearing the other party's outrageous thoughts, Renas laughed out loud with joy.

Use a cannon to fight a flying Ringwraith? It's a shame that he can come up with such a nonsensical solution!

You know, the 'Nemesis' cannon is actually best used to attack fixed targets, such as the enemy's city walls or fortresses, but even so, its hit rate is only less than 10%.

For example: when you want to bomb the enemy's city gates, maybe it will hit the enemy's walls?

Of course, at some point, they can also be used to strike at the enemy's massive military formations, draining the enemy's vital strength and morale! For example, in the battle of the Holy Helmet Valley, those strong orc phalanxes and the current phalanx of these half-orc legions, when the enemy is in a dense state, they don't need any accuracy, and one shot can kill one hundred and eighty of them?

If you switch to a single target, the effect is a bit minimal......

When you change to an enemy infantry, even if the enemy stands still from a distance, against such a small target, even if you let their artillery bombard hundreds of shells, you may not be able to hit!

So, not to mention the Ringwraiths who flew quickly in the sky, firstly, their cannon muzzles could not be raised, and secondly, they must not be able to target those fast-flying Rings.

"Our cannon is basically no deterrent to a single small target! They can only deal with large targets like the Walls, Walls, and Gates on the ground! ”

"Or maybe those giant siege engines and tall wells like those orcs?"

It's funny, but Renus still explains to the regent who had high expectations.

"As for the rings...... If they dare to fly over, I believe that our musketeers will definitely teach them a profound lesson! ”

That's why Renas didn't send musketeers to the city.

She needs to put the musketeers here, and if the Ringwraith dares to fly over after the battle to cause trouble, she'll let the musketeers shoot into the air! Moreover, she thinks that the skin of those wurms, they must not be harder than the trolls, right?

You must know that the 'Wrath of the Goddess' Mini rifle can kill an unprotected trolls with a single shot at a distance of 100 yards!

"That's right...... That's good! ”

Since there was a way to guard against the spirits, Dinether could only nod his head with a temporary relief, which was at least much better than no way.

"Crooked? I said, "How long are you going to wait?" Hurry up and fire! Look, they're about to get close to the walls! ”

At this time, the little witch in the red robe with some kind of nut in her hand was a little impatient with her little bear in her arms, and she shouted to the artillerymen in the courtyard.

"Yes! Yes, sir! ”

Seeing that Her Excellency the Little Witch had begun to urge, Renas didn't dare to delay any longer, and after answering, she walked directly back to the artillery position behind and began to arrange an artillery mission for them.

……

"Hurry up! You crumbs, hurry up and push hard! ”

In the army of orcs, a half-orc general riding on a wolf, with one face and one hand severely distorted, was looking at his army proudly, and from time to time he reprimanded his half-orcs for laziness.

It needs to keep an eye on these lazy fellows, tell them to quickly push the dozen or so giant wells with their own stairs to the edge of the wall of Minas Tirith, and then, when they lower the parapet of the well fence and jam the wall, its army of orcs can continue to attack the wall through the steel well.

"Hurry up! Push hard! ”

After a fierce whip drew a trail of blood from a lazy trolls, it turned the direction of the wolf and prepared to take the middle position of the army, directing the stupid and lazy guys to slam into the huge steel gate of Minas Tirith.

However, with the city walls alone, it is estimated that it will not be easy for them to attack this huge human city! Therefore, it is better to break down the city gate directly.

"What's the situation?!"

At this moment, just as it was in the gap of the large group of troops, commanding the wolf to stagger to the middle position step by step, it suddenly discovered: At the top of the city of Minas Tirith, it seems that a large number of small black dots are rushing forward? And those black dots seem to be rumbling like thunder at the same time?

Then, it looked up in confusion.

"What is that?!"

From here, those little black dots look like small stones thrown by a trebuchet?

But why do they seem so fast? And a thunderous rumble? This makes it very puzzling!

Then, before it could react, the rumbling sound quickly spread from far to near, and soon rushed headlong into the vicinity of those well carts, and after plowing dozens of hideous blood lines in the phalanx of the orc legion, a few 'small stones' luckily hit their giant well carts, causing the siege beast to shatter and collapse on the spot, and at the same time, it also smashed and killed many orc legionnaires around.

“……”

What the hell is it, it doesn't look very big, why is it so terrifying?

Wordlessly, looking at a small stone that happened to roll down to his side and lost its kinetic energy, the orc general realized: This is actually just an iron ball with a big head?

After looking at the terrifying effects of the enemy's attacks on its own troops, it turned its head again in confusion and looked at the top of Minas Tirith, if it was not mistaken...... Those little black iron balls were dropped from the top?

Well, forgive the barren adjective in the head of the orc general, for he couldn't imagine what could throw such a heavy iron head off except that it knew that the catapult could throw out stones and iron blocks.

"Uh......"

Before the orc general could react, the attack just now was like a signal, and more huge stones were sent out by the large catapults in Minas Tirith City, and at this moment, a rain of stones fell in the sky......

"Hiss~!!"

At this time, without the need for this orc general to issue an order, the Ring Spirit Wyvern Knights hovering above the troops turned the direction of their mounts one after another and swooped towards the head of Minas Tirith!

At the same time, one of their rings, after constantly circling to ascend to the height, swooped directly towards the palace square where the black iron ball had just been shot at the highest point of Minas Tirith......