The strong orcs in charge of breaking the city were so overwhelmed by the momentum that they couldn't raise their heads, and they were crushed in a few moments, or they were killed on the spot, or they jumped into the culverts and rivers to escape.

The second assault was temporarily repulsed!

Looking at the ruined gates, Aragorn knew that the next offensive would soon come, and he could not retreat from the gates, so he hurriedly returned to the castle and began to repair the gates.

It was getting late, and the sun was gone, and the orcs joined the siege team. The Denglanders were basically dead, and looking down from the deep stream wall, they were densely packed with half-orcs and strong orcs.

This time, their attack was fiercer than before, and the orcs crowded the clearing in front of the city walls, and the tide beat against the deep stream wall again and again.

The defenders ran out of arrows and used logs and boulders to meet the enemy instead, well, and one man ran out of arrows.

Legolas!

His quiver has a reset function that automatically fills up every time a campaign is played.

From Rivendell to the mines of Moria, from the Misty Mountains to the kingdom of Rohan, Legolas never replenished his arrows, as the elven longbow was different from other races, such as the orc's short arrows, and he couldn't pick them up.

So, this is magic from the elves, the archers don't die without arrows to shoot!

Legolas could shoot three or four orcs with a single arrow, and under his leadership, the defenders fought fiercely, and the corpses piled up under the walls of the deep stream.

Running out of logs and boulders, the long ladders and hook locks of the orc coalition began to come in handy, and they climbed the walls and began the most brutal white-knuckle battle with the defenders who stood in their way.

……

Russell's side, unhurriedly and impatiently, abused the three ring spirits, and as they continued to resurrect, their strength also continued to decline, from dusk to the present, their strength regressed to the same level as ordinary strong orc soldiers.

Russell also saw that the task of the three ringlings was to hold him back and prevent him from joining the battle to defend the city.

A few fierce orcs with two large vats in their arms quietly slipped towards Fort Clarion against the valley wall, and as soon as Russell raised his eyes, the three rings roared and launched a suicide attack on him.

Russell sneered, and the peerless blade swept, cutting off the three ring spirits, and the arc around him flickered, and a silver-white giant wolf pounced, rushing in front of several strong orcs with thief eyebrows and rat eyes in an instant.

White light blooms!

Thundered!!!

With an earth-shattering loud bang, a fireball with a diameter of tens of meters rose into the sky, and the air waves visible to the naked eye spread out on the ground, and the shock wave swept in all directions, as if the entire valley trembled twice.

The violent explosion swept hundreds of orcs around the area, and the cliffs of the valley cracked a gap the width of a person, peeling off the rubble and burying the small half of the valley.

This loud noise, through the unique environment of the valley, amplified to the point of deafening, whether it was the defenders of Fort Horn or the frantically attacking orc coalition forces, they all subconsciously stopped and looked in the direction of the explosion.

"Damn, what the hell is this, TNT?"

Russell stood up with the peerless blade, he knew that Saruman had the trump card to break the city, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful, the foolish man stood in place, almost shocked to death.

The magic traveled all over his body, the gray wolf tattoo slowly repaired the damaged internal organs, Russell grinned and looked at the nightmare that died at his feet, and secretly said that this time the pretending was too unsuccessful, and even the spare ingredients were lost.

"Oooooooo

"Victory! Victory"

The shouts on the Horn Fort shook the sky, the soldiers defending the city raised their weapons and cheered, and Master Russell magnified his move again, directly blowing up half of the valley, which was really powerful.

Hundreds of orcs died directly, with countless serious injuries and minor injuries, and more than 1,000 people lost their combat effectiveness. Fear flashed in the eyes of the living orcs, and they were driven off the city walls by the morale-boosting defenders, and all the victories they had won were in vain.

Although he didn't know what was happening, he heard someone shouting his name, and as the only living person in the area covered by the explosion, Russell subconsciously straightened his back.

Many years ago, truth and lies bathed by the river, and the lies were washed first, and they left wearing real clothes, and the truth refused to wear the clothes of lies.

Later, people only saw the lie of wearing real clothes, and they were unwilling to accept the truth of the red stripes!

Russell knew this truth very well, and understood that no matter how much he explained, no one would believe him, so he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, wronging himself to bear the notoriety of being an executioner.

That's right, I did it!

The orcs looked at Russell in horror, seeing no chance of victory in the face of such a formidable enemy. As morale fell, the momentum of the siege was affected, and without an order from the commander, they turned around and ran out of the valley.

The Allied forces of Isenger were repulsed, and their courage remained at Fort Clarion, and even if they were given another 30,000 troops, they would not dare to set foot in the valley again.

"Win! We've won! ”

"The orcs have been driven away, long live the kingdom of Rohan!"

"Long live the mage!!

“……”

Torches were raised on the city walls, and Siyoton decisively ordered 300 cavalry in the castle to attack and make up for the sword of Issinger's army. At the same time, he sent people to the steppe and ordered 2,000 cavalry to arrive tomorrow morning and drive the orcs back to Isenger in one go.

……

At dawn, the morning sun shines and the trees are full of shadows, and if you look closely, you can see that these giant trees are moving on their own.

It was Gandalf, who rushed out of the valley with 300 treant reinforcements, and had 30 seconds to change his ability to step into battle.

"Treebeard, can you go faster?" Gandalf sat on the shoulders of the leader of the treemen and couldn't help but urge.

He had found his old friend Shushu three days before, but the habit of the tree people was called slow, and it took a day and a night to convene a meeting of the leaders, just to say hello to each other.

"Hehehe, Gandalf, don't worry, we've arrived at the battlefield." The tree beard said slowly, as if he would return to the west at any time.

"No, I can't hear the sound of the battle when I get here, I'm worried......"

"Don't worry, they'll hold out until you rush back." The tree whiskers persuaded.

"I hope ......so," Gandalf looked at the treebeard with a slight resentment, the treeman was too slow, otherwise, he wouldn't have to be so worried: "Treebeard, in the next battle, let your people be cautious." ”

"What's wrong?"

Gandalf's face was straight: "The Orc and Orc alliances are extremely ferocious, they are murderous and fearless, and they will not lose the courage to fight because you are big, but will only hurt you with a more violent charge. ”

"Oh, it's horrible!"

"Yes, with a coalition of 30,000 orcs, the Rohan have too slim chances of winning against them." Gandalf was worried, and added: "Although they are brave, but the difference in strength is ...... It's too obvious. ”

"Woo woo"

While the two were talking, the plain in front of the valley suddenly sounded the sound of Rohan's horn, and Gandalf was shocked: "Oops, Fort Clarion has been lost, and the Rohan people are breaking through!" ”

"Oh, then we'll have to hurry up......"

The 300 treemen quickened their pace and walked out of the forest.

Directly ahead, a dense coalition of orcs was charging, no, it was a rout, fleeing in the direction of Isengard. The orcs were so frightened in their eyes that they threw away their armor and ran while crying.

The Rohans, as Gandalf said had a 'slim chance of victory', looked as fierce as wolves, wielding butcher knives to hunt down fleeing orcs.

"Hahaha, run! If I don't run anymore, my knife will fall! ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill them all, and don't let any of them go! ”

"I've run out of arrows, whoever still has arrows, give me a stack!"

"Wowhaha, 12th orc, I'm going to win!"

Gandalf: "......"

Whiskers: "......"