A melodious sound of trumpets sounded, and the originally restless battlefield in front of the seven-story gate suddenly fell silent, leaving only the smoke and dust stirred up when the city gate collapsed still drifting away with the wind.

"It's the trumpet of the Rohan Kingdom, it's the reinforcements! It's reinforcements! I don't know that the soldier or general of Gondor suddenly shouted, and the originally oppressive atmosphere was swept away, and the light of hope appeared in the eyes of the soldiers again with the word "reinforcements".

"For Gondor!" Everyone trapped on the seventh floor of the White City roared together, the determination to fight the last time was engraved in their hearts, even if it was a situation of ten deaths, the Gondor people were still unwilling to give up, and the arrival of reinforcements at this moment injected them with a boost.

Hu Bin, who was just about to leave, let out a long sigh of relief, he saw that the figures of Ta Dun and Lin gradually faded, and they had obviously begun to return to their own initial space. Hu Bin smiled bitterly, these two companions moved really fast, looking at their expressions, it is estimated that they regretted it when they heard the sound of the horn.

"Lorraine, bless me, and then take Fenrir and Ryan to find a place to hide." Hearing the shouts of the people around him, Hu Bin's cooled blood boiled again. Lorraine exhausted the last bit of his mana, brushed Hu Bin with a few holy light techniques, and added a mantra technique. Shield, then helped the two seriously wounded retinue to retreat in the direction of the Consulate.

The treatment of several holy light techniques lifted Hu Bin's spirit, and Hu Bin, who felt that it was effective, did not hesitate to use the holy healing techniques on the holy sword, and the milky white halo surrounded Hu Bin's body, and the originally chaotic mind suddenly felt like a clear spring pouring into it.

The half-orc leader Sawa finally reflected, the arrival of reinforcements from the Rohan Kingdom at this time was really news that he did not expect, but this strengthened his determination to annihilate the seventh-layer defenders, and the order to destroy the enemy at all costs was conveyed.

The last remaining Gondor archers were able to fire only one round of arrows, and then the orcs who frantically poured into the gates struck the defenders, and the shield formation of the hoplite regiment that bore the brunt of it was instantly overwhelmed until the Spring Guards stepped up to stabilize their position. The rest of the Gondor numberers have also been red-eyed. The battle is nearing the end, but they have few people who can accumulate enough contributions, and they can't help but work hard at this time.

"After practicing for so long, it should have paid off!" The entwined chain on Hu Bin's left hand slowly drooped down, and then he held it above his head and slowly shook it, the tip of the blade was thrown into an afterimage, and with the injection of magic power, a scarlet appeared on the chain and slowly spread.

Hu Bin's fingers loosened, and the chain pierced into the half-orc crowd by inertia, and the tip stabbed into the shoulder of an orc soldier with precision. Wrap your wrist around it. The chain deftly brought out a blood flower and left the previous prey, and then spared half a circle to find an orc again, but this time the purpose was not to stab the target.

Hu Bin's hand moved, the chain instantly tightened, and the sharp blade at the tip turned around in an arc, winding the target several times in an instant. The heat on the chains caused the orc soldier to howl at once, and a smell of scorched tigers came from under the orc's armor. Hu Bin used force, and the bound orcs flew directly in the direction of Hu Bin from mid-air, and their hands fell with knives. The Holy Sword easily split the target that swept through the air in half.

This is the combination of the two skills of Scorching Chain Confinement and Scorching Heat, Hu Bin contacted for a long time to master how to keep the chain from hurting himself, and after laying this foundation, the use of other ropes and whips is just around the corner. However, Hu Bin can only make the blade at the tip of the chain stick to the enemy in the distance. This is also due to Hu Bin's flying knife skills, and the other moves are only the imprisoned moves that are automatically guided by space.

Suddenly, a spatial prompt appeared in Hu Bin's mind.

"Numberer 000003 the main quest requirements have been met, the main quest is completed, whether to return immediately. Yes or no? A spatial prompt interrupted Hu Bin's killing, and he quickly ran to a relatively safe position and carefully checked his contribution. It was found that the requirements had been met.

Quickly choosing no, Hu Bin got a spatial hint that he could extend his stay in this world at one time, but at the cost of 200 gold coins per day, and it could only be extended for a maximum of three months, during which time he could return to the initial space at any time.

Without hesitation, he delivered nearly 20,000 gold coins, Hu Bin extended the time limit of his stay to the maximum, and then continued to start killing with a chain in one hand and a holy sword in the other, causing considerable casualties to the orcs, and Hu Bin in line with the principle of careful selection, began to look for the traces of elite orcs and leader-level half-orcs every time the imprisoning skill collar cooled down. Although killing these high-level orcs now won't increase much of their contribution, the bounty given by the Gondor Kingdom is still quite rich. Spending 20,000 gold coins in one go, it was still a bit nerve-wracking for him, so he simply began to hunt high-level orcs to make up for it.

Hu Bin didn't think that he had done anything to get this last part of the contribution, except for Ted, who was still on guard by his side, his remaining minions had all lost their ability to fight, it couldn't be their reason, then, there was only one source.

……

A large warship slowly leaned against the riverbank, and a group of figures appeared on the deck.

The Silver Moon, the name of the great ship, had sailed out of the southern harbor of Gondor eight days earlier with a shipload of numbered men on a journey to find Aragorn.

The number of numberers who had returned was significantly smaller, and the old shipwright who had yelled at them was gone, and as for what they had experienced along the way, it was another legend.

Thankfully, the numbered man named Ben learned how to steer a ship, and he was in a hurry to get the ship back to White City, with three guests, of course.

"Hopefully we'll not be back too late." A sailor with a child's face said that he had just received a spatial reminder that his mission was complete, but he did not breathe a sigh of relief, in fact, the orc army that had already invaded the White City in the distance made him understand that the real battle had just begun.

"No, Ben, Gandalf, they'll make it to the end!" Aragorn jumped off the deck as he spoke, drawing the sword from his waist, and more numbered men jumped down behind him, their faces exhausted, but still following Aragorn without hesitation.

A number of orcs were sent to the river to block the shore, and when they saw this human warship, they immediately rushed here.

"It's time for those guys to bask in the sun." One of the dwarven numbered people held up his axe and said maliciously, if Hu Bin was here, he would be surprised, this guy was actually his former teammate Dwarf Vicky. As for where he went after Isengar was swept away, and how he got mixed up with Aragorn, the answers to these questions may only be known to the dwarves themselves.

Aragorn didn't respond, just held his sword to his chest and rushed forward without hesitation.

A ghostly aura permeated the air, like the sound of a trumpet from hell from the southwest of the White City, and translucent figures seeped out of the side of the Silver Moon, gradually converging into an unstoppable torrent that rushed in the direction of Aragorn's sword.

The Spectre Legion, a legendary army of deserters and traitors from the cursed kingdom of Gondor, was eventually pulled back to the White City by Aragon for the sake of their souls' rest.

……

"Iomo, take your men and attack from the left flank. Gamlin, follow my banner and attack the middle. Greenbüber, from the right along the outer walls of the White City, supports the inner part of the city. A loud voice came from the mouth of King Xieudon, and the three cavalry under his command were assigned their duties one by one, and the road he himself led was the middle of the army facing the orcs.

"We are facing a long and bloody journey, as the old language says, under the guidance of the bright light, welcome the rising sun, for light will triumph over darkness." The king struck the lances of each soldier in the front row with his sword, along the preface of the array, and shouted loudly in a solemn and impassioned voice.

Forge ahead, darkness cannot obscure our brave hearts. It's time to rise up, Rohan's cavalry! The spear is broken and the shield is shattered, and death is like home! Swing your sword and kill the enemy, and the earth will be stained with blood! Fight! Fight! Let's fight! Rush to destruction until our final destination comes! ”

"Death! Death! Death! The three deaths showed Hieudon's determination to fight to the death, and the cavalry under his command shouted "death" at the same time, and strengthened their determination to die, and a shocking battle spirit rose from the army of less than 4,000 cavalry, that is, the consciousness of abandoning everything for victory.

"Rush forward, sons and grandsons of Yizhu!" With the king's order, countless horns for attack sounded at the same time, and a large number of cavalry urged the war horses to begin to accelerate, and King Xiudon took the lead and rushed to the orcs not far away with a large army.

As if the killing switch was turned on in an instant, the ghost legion led by Aragorn also launched an attack on the orcs from the other side, and the half-orcs who were attacked on both sides outside the White City suddenly felt that the situation was not good, and while they quickly retracted their forces, they gathered a large number of soldiers holding spears to form a defensive line. At the same time, the army of the Rune slowly entered the battlefield from the northeast, the neighing of war elephants rang out from time to time, and more infantry stepped into this blood-soaked land, and the decisive battle that would determine the fate of Middle-earth was about to break out. (To be continued......)

PS: It's late when I come back.,Only a short chapter of 3000 words.,Think about it or send it up.,After all, the number of interruptions during this time is a bit much.。