Countless trees were cut down, roughed and turned into huge trebuchets. Barrels of wildfire were packed into sealed clay pots and turned into improvised incendiary bombs. Combined with those heavy trebuchets, it would be a nightmare for any city.

"Can we win this war?" Deneha's tone was a little unnatural.

"I know what you're thinking, it's a war that is doomed to countless lives. At this moment, you feel that you have started this war. You begin to feel guilty for these dying fighters, and deep down you begin to doubt the correctness of this war. ”

"I 。。。。。。 Well, it does. ”

"That only means one thing, my majesty. You're a good person. ”

"I'm a good man, I'm about to send hundreds of thousands of soldiers to hell."

"Yes, from a king's point of view, you are a good man. But it also means that you are not yet a qualified king. Don't regret your decision and believe that you are on the right path. See the beautiful elf over there? ”

"Princess Arvin, daughter of King Sauron."

"Yes, she is the most talented elf in the entire elven clan except for Queen Keltrilan, and she will be in charge of the Ring of Qi tomorrow. And the tall warrior over there, do you know who he is? ”

"It seems to be some famous mercenary."

"Hehe, your intelligence system is really going to be strengthened. That person should be the descendant of the Human Emperor, Aragorn. ”

"The legendary race, it is said that they have received the blessings of the gods, and they have an extremely long lifespan, which can live up to hundreds of years."

"Gods, have you ever seen the gods really perform miracles?"

"No, they will always be legends."

"One of the most disgusting things about the gods is that all miracles are their work. But in fact, they didn't do anything. I've examined Aragorn's body, and if nothing else, his ancestors are supposed to be a hybrid of some kind of long-lived magical species and human ancestors. His longevity comes from his hidden bloodline. It has nothing to do with the gods. I had a gift for him. Before you leave tomorrow, you can give it to him yourself, and he will be very excited. ”

Inside Mordor, Sauron sits on a huge throne. In the last defeat, he lost his body. The soul was exiled to the void. With a lot of effort, and with some special help, he finally returned to the Overworld. But the lost body could no longer be recovered, and he could only recreate a shell for himself as a carrier of his soul.

Outwardly, a heavy black armor enveloped his entire body. The face is also obscured by a covered helmet. Only a vague human figure can be faintly seen. The black heavy armor burned with pulsing flames, giving people a hideous feeling.

At this time, Sauron was sitting on his throne, pondering something. Last night, the wizard who had been working against him since the beginning suddenly contacted him through the One Ring.

It was a very strong wizard, and Sauron felt that even in his prime, it was difficult to be sure that he would be able to defeat the other party. As long as the other side is there, it is impossible for him to please this war. But this is again a war that has to be fought. All of Middle-earth had begun to join forces, forming military alliances to weaken the influence of the gods. What's even more terrifying is that the powerful wizard is spreading magic. This is something that some beings absolutely do not allow. Otherwise, how do you think the last two epochs ended? They were already forcing him to go to war. Sauron understood their intentions and ended this era prematurely through a century war. Then change to a batch of "more well-behaved" races. This is the consistent style of those who are high up in the sky.

But for Sauron, restarting the Epoch was not a pleasant experience. After all, he was going to play the role of the Demon King of the Terminator. So the end of the epoch is the time of his death. The last time he died, he lost his body. And what about this time? There must not be the slightest problem with the soul.

After a long time, Sauron seemed to have made up his mind. He called one of his henchmen and gave him a complicated order. He has played too many roles that others have identified for him. This time, he wants to try to play a true self.

The rays of the morning sun cannot reach Modo. The clouds that permeate here all year round are like the clouds of war hanging over the heads of the opposing sides. The entire battlefield was in a depressing atmosphere. The soldiers operate all kinds of war machines, catapults, siege vehicles, assault vehicles, giant crossbows and so on.

Dozens of siege engines lined up, followed by infantry regiments lined up in various phalanxes. Then there will be the elven archers, who will be mainly responsible for suppressing the archers and crossbowmen on the walls. Next up are the Megaballa, which can be used at very long distances. Inflict precision strikes on targets on strong city walls. And there are also some magic apprentices on the side. to ensure the accuracy of the attack, as well as the lethality. Finally, there's the real killer, a giant catapult armed with wildfire ammunition. This giant catapult made of giant trees has a range of up to thousands of kilometers. In this era, it is an absolute weapon of war.

Finally, Queen Keltreland, Princess Arvin, raised the ring in her hand. Gentle energy spread out and covered all the Allied soldiers. At this moment, the scorching heat and poisonous fog of Modo could no longer threaten the Allies.

Machines, armor, people, make up a huge torrent of war. Slowly pressed towards Modo. The savage and warlike orcs on the walls could not help but be terrified by this approaching threat. From time to time, there was a small commotion, but it was quickly suppressed by the bullets.

As the army pressed in, the catapults at the rear also began to move. Clay pots filled with wildfires were loaded on trebuchets. The surface of the clay pot is coated with a layer of grease. When the angle of the trebuchet is adjusted. At the sound of the order, all the pitchers with torches ignited the grease on the surface of the pot.

Hundreds of flaming fireballs flew towards the interior of Mordo. Accompanied by violent explosions and soaring flames. The siege began.

I saw that all the siege vehicles began to accelerate and move quickly towards the city gate. The siege engine at the front was torn to shreds by the ballesta on the ramparts. But immediately a new one went up. At the same time, the giant crossbow on the city wall was blown to pieces by a flaming crossbow arrow. In the rear of the siege troops, a magic apprentice is working with several crossbowmen to maneuver the ballista in search of the next target.