Outside the valley of the Chen soldiers of the Allied Coalition Army, because of low morale, the troops did not move that day, and did not move the next day, until dusk on the third day, when the cannon fodder troops were sent to carry out a tentative attack.

Denlanders!

This indulgent robber, a Terran, took refuge in Isenger at the beginning of the Great War, became Saruman's pawn, and raised a butcher's knife against his compatriots.

As Jin Li said, these unlucky bastards are in retribution.

The daily consumption of 30,000 orc coalition troops is an astronomical amount, and there is no meat for a while, and Saruman can't afford to support this group of hungry ghosts reincarnated after selling the white robes.

Where did the rations come from?

The Denlanders who can walk have become rations, and they are eaten raw!

The Denglanders dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and spontaneously asked for battle to capture Fort Horn, and if they were captured, the orc's rations would become Rohans, and if they could not be attacked, they could die a happy death, which was better than being eaten alive by the orcs.

The odds of victory were not great for 4,000 Denlanders to storm the 2,000 defenders, and it was a Hornfort that had never been captured, but the orc commander agreed.

During a tentative attack, the commander wanted to see if he could attack the city, and if he could, he sent Saruman's magic weapon to break the city.

"Woo woo woo ————"

The desolate trumpets sounded, and the Denlanders raised their shields and charged at the slope in front of the gates of Fort Clarion, as well as at the wall of the deep stream.

The assault begins!

The oil in the valley was not ignited, and it was too wasteful for the 4,000 Denlanders.

"Shoot the arrows!"

"Free Fire!"

The defenders of Rohan began to counterattack, and the accumulated logs and boulders remained unmoved, and a continuous stream of arrows rained down, killing one Denlander after another under the city.

The long ladder of siege was erected high, and the people of Denlander dropped their shields and climbed up the ladder to the city wall as if they were not killed.

More than 20 long ladders, and the defenders' arrows rained down, but they still couldn't stop the continuous influx of Denglanders. In the direction of the castle gate, the Denglanders used their thick tree trunks as battering rams, holding their shields high to block falling rocks and arrows, and penetrated into the castle little by little.

Russell took out two spears and sand eagles, and quickly shot the long ladder on the city wall, and the magic bullets with huge destructive power were rewarded to the enemy who tried to break the door.

He didn't plan to continue using the cards, and in the next battle, he would slowly cede dominance to the Rohans, occasionally pulling up his efforts until Gandalf led the Treant reinforcements to appear.

Only by experiencing the baptism of blood and war can we establish the belief of invincibility, and the glory of human beings after the rise will be longer and more dazzling!

He believed that Gandalf had thought so, and that perhaps the old man had already arrived, and that he would not show up until the Hornfort was ready and the Rohans were completely twisted into a rope.

The killing was carried out in an orderly manner, and the Denglanders were blocked in their siege of the city, with extremely heavy casualties, and they began to slowly withdraw their troops with the intention of retreating.

"Woo woo woo ————"

The trumpets of the charge sounded again, this time from outside the valley, accompanied by the muffled sound of war drums, and the torrent of black phalanxes slowly approached from a distance.

The sheer number of soldiers in the city was extremely depressed, and they couldn't help but roar, dispel their inner fears, and demonstrate against the enemy.

The dense group of strong orcs strode forward, stopping the Denlanders who tried to escape, forcing them to continue the charge, but those who disobeyed were all stabbed and beheaded on the spot.

On the wall of the deep stream, a platoon of defenders set up bows and arrows, pointing them far into the sky, and the arrows ignited flames, waiting for a command to shoot them all.

Russell, Aragorn, and Legolas each had a longbow, Legolas shot the most accurately, Russell shot the farthest, and Aragorn ...... Uh, the fastest?

Aragon: "......"

"Put!"

At the sound of the order, the bowstring cracked, and dozens of arrows shot out far away, half of them falling on the area where the fire oil had been doused. The sporadic flames ignited, the flames spread, and in an instant, they became one, and the red sea of fire separated the strong orc array, and the screams were endless.

There were no other combustibles in the valley except for the corpses of the orcs, and the amount of fire oil was insufficient, so the fire seemed to spread hundreds of meters, and there were not many unlucky people who were actually burned to death.

But the fire once again struck the morale of the orc army, and the fear that had been suppressed for three days struck again, and the neat army began to waver.

Click! Click-la-la-————

The biting cold wind rolled up, and the red sea of fire was frozen by the frost to create a wide passage, and the three ring spirits rode out of the sea of fire on nightmares, their long swords fluttering white mist.

Russell's eyes narrowed slightly, he raised his hand to his mouth and whistled, and the stock food jumped over the city wall to his side.

"I'll stop the ringing spirit, and I'll leave the city to you."

Russell rolled over the door, shaking the nightmare reins and rushing down the vertical wall, and the creeps blocking the way consciously spread out to both sides.

【Ding】

[The host contacts the plot character Strong Orc Dragon Set B, triggers the lottery link, and gets two lottery chances, is it now drawn?] 】

Whether it was the Denglander or the strong orcs, they didn't dare to provoke Russell, the evil star, and even many people subconsciously lowered their weapons when he passed by, and these people had already been conquered.

With the peerless blade in his hand, Russell raised the tip of his spear and pointed at the three ring spirits, his chin was slightly raised, and his nostrils showed disdain: "One-on-one, or three-on-one?" ”

The three ringlings were silent, and at the same time rode their horses up, choosing a three-on-one heads-up.

It is not impossible to fight in a group, but can the matter of the spirit be called a group fight?

Looking at the three ringing spirits riding horses, Russell snorted coldly: "Shameless man, holding a knight's sword, but he has no chivalry at all. ”

With that, he raised the peerless blade high, shouted 'look at the gun', pulled out the sand eagle, and fired high-speed bullets, beating the three rings into a sieve.

There's nothing to be embarrassed about, it's the other side of the face!

The magic bullet caused limited damage, and the three of them were beaten into a hornet's nest, and the black mist overflowed from the wound, and they repaired themselves.

Seeing this, Russell only frowned, and the sand eagle continued to pour magic bullets, forcing the two ringlings to unable to charge, and drove the nightmare charge, the peerless blade swept away, and the last ringling spirit was cut into two pieces along with the long sword.

"Huh, weaker?"

……

The army of orcs silently scattered on both sides, not daring to disturb the battle between Russell and the Ringwraith, jumped over the sea of fire to urge the Denlanders to die, and followed behind to charge Fort Clarifolia.

Second Raid!

At this time, Aragorn and Iomo were stationed at the deep stream wall and found the castle gates hanging from the siege. Gather some soldiers, under the cover of archers, rush out of the north side gate of the castle, follow the wall to the gate slope, and chop melons and vegetables at the strong orcs.

Aragorn, Golden Bolt, and Boromo had been eating and drinking with Russell for a while, and their physical fitness was amazing, and the armor and shields of the strong orcs were like paper paste in front of them. Aragorn wields the Holy Sword, the most powerful of its attacks, each swing of the sword is accompanied by a buzzing energy, and the autumn wind sweeps away the leaves unstoppable.