In the worst part of the final alliance battle, countless unwilling dead cursed the world and cursed themselves, and the intense resentment allowed them to stay in the world, but also twisted them into evil spirits who had forgotten their past glory and mission, driven only by hatred to pull all the living into their arms, and the area they inhabited was also transformed into a lifeless Jedi.

Death Swamp ......

This forgotten land is forever home to cold, sticky winters, with nothing but dead grass and rotting thorns in the mist, and the dead who are silent in stagnant waters.

They swallow everything, contain everything, whether elves, humans, orcs, or the living, if they fall into the water that represents the boundary between life and death, the dead in the water will pull them into the abyss of death.

No one can command them, not even the spirits of the dead, but they can only walk among them.

But when Sauron reclaimed the One Ring, everything changed.

The One Ring can control all living beings, and these dead who are already resentful are completely unable to resist, but because these undead have no active bodies in this world, they cannot become an army to join the battlefield like the undead in the path of the dead, but the Witch King of Angmar, who was given the right to call the dead by the Dark Lord, found another way to use them.

With the power to dominate the necromancy, he gathered the countless ghosts of the Death Swamp, and then used it as a sacrifice to unleash a forbidden spell: the Elegy of the Soul.

Originally, this spell was supposed to be reserved for a large coalition that might be, and in one blow destroyed all the hopes that Middle-earth had gathered. But seeing the powerful army in Osgillias that was enough to block his offensive line for a long time, he unleashed this forbidden blow early, and of course achieved enough brilliant results.

Faramir's garrison of Gondor in Ogilias. The two hundred elven archers that Halda brought from Lothlorin, the two thousand empress guards and thirty thousand aliens belonging to Xiao Lan, and the more than one hundred elven knights who set off from Rivendell, this army that was only the elite of the elite who had great expectations and was indeed enough to play a decisive role, was actually wiped out by a spell of the witchcraft castle under a single look, except for Groffindelle who appeared and escaped into the netherworld, and the empress Kira disappeared in time and fled into the dream world. Gandalf cast a spell to protect himself and the nearby Gondor general Faramor, and everyone else, including the elven leader Halda, survived.

The only good news was that Glorfindelle's arrow had definitely wounded the Witch King. Let him cautiously not pursue the four people who had no intention of fighting again and fled directly.

But even so, the news that the battle that had prevailed turned into a one-sided slaughter, and the hope of dawn turned into a dark despair, was almost devastating to the morale of the coalition forces. The soldiers who saw this tragic scene in the White City were immersed in unbelievable panic. The aftermath is even greater than the blow of the battle itself.

It was in this almost substantial despair that the army of the Sorcered Fortress crossed the Anduin without any hindrance, and crossed the plain of Pelenor to encircle the capital of Gondor, Minas Tirith.

Perhaps because he needed to recuperate from his injuries, the Witch King besieged and did not attack, but only ordered his men to catapult the boulder and the heads of the previously killed Gondor warriors at the White City, and at the same time sent the other three Ring Spirits to ride flying beasts and hover above the White City, making the White City defenders feel terrified and desperate. Completely destroy their will to resist. When the Wizard King sensed that the city's already low morale had dropped to the extreme, he ordered a full-scale siege. Gondor resisted stubbornly with its fortified city and gates guarded by ancient spells: the enemy never ceased. Huge siege towers continued to advance, catapults hurled deadly boulders, but the missiles and spears that rained down from the walls made several of the enclosed towers crackle or suddenly burst into flames like torches. The walls on both sides of the gate were littered with the remains of weapons and corpses, but more enemy troops were frantically advancing down the city......

Then, the Witch King reappeared.

Along with the battering ram known as "Ge Long", it was made of black steel after spending a long time in the dark blacksmith workshop of the Demon Capital, and it resembles a giant wolf that hunts greedily and has the magical power to destroy all things. Several giant beasts dragged it forward, and it was Mordor's unique armored trolls who controlled it.

Under the horrified gaze of the defenders, the battering ram struck three times with the Witch King's spell. A loud sound resounded through the city like thunder, and the gates, guarded by ancient spells, withstood two attacks, but with the last powerful impact, a scorching fire burst around with a whisper, and the gates of Gondor cracked in an instant, blasting to pieces, and then collapsing.

The King of the Rings was on the Wyvern, and in the light of the fire, his dark and gloomy figure looked particularly dazzling, and even became a huge form with the power of despair. He flew through the archway of Gondor's gates, where no enemy had ever passed, and the people fled......

There is only one exception.

When Glorfindale single-handedly held off the enemy and fought for the others to retreat to the second gate, Gandalf resolutely stood in the way of the King of the Rings.

"Go back!" The wizard said, and the massive black shadow stopped. "Go back to the abyss! Perish with your master...... Give me back! ”

The Black Knight lifted his hood, and under the hood he was wearing a crown, but no one could see his head. The light of fire shot through where his head should be, merging into his dark, boundless body, and ghostly laughter came from his invisible mouth.

"Don't you know it's time to die?" He said, "Old fellow, this is my moment! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword, and flames flew from the blade. A fine sweat broke out on Gandalf's forehead, and he raised his staff to resist the Witch King's terrifying will, which was not fancy, but purely forced, and turned into a real mind.

But perhaps he had exhausted too much strength in the battle he was trying to do, or perhaps he had lost confidence in the previous Elegy of Souls, and this moment of confrontation was divided by the explosion of the staff in his hand with a "bang", and the wizard himself was also thrown from Shadow's back by the tremendous force of the collision, and just as he was about to pull out the enemy sword from his waist Granary to resist to the end, the King of the Rings spoke, "You have failed, and humanity is about to perish......"

The phrase itself was a curse, Gandalf's body suddenly stiffened and was crushed to the ground, the Witch King raised his evil sword in his hand to deliver a fatal blow, and Glover Dell, who was too busy to take care of himself, shouted anxiously in the distance-

At that moment, in a courtyard in the middle of the city, a rooster crowed at the throat; Its sharp, clear cry pierced the spell and the flames of war, welcoming the dawn of death.

As if in response to this sound, another kind of music came from afar—the sound of horns, countless horns.

Rohan's hussars have finally arrived!

The King of the Rings hesitated for a moment, Gandalf took the opportunity to stand up and draw his sword, the elven nobles also held up the arrow of destruction in their hands, and the Witch King, knowing that his opportunity had been lost, turned away and sped away towards the new enemy that he valued enough.

It was not only Rohan's hussar, but also a knight with less than a hundred people, but more powerful than six thousand hussars.

The first looked neither old nor young, his hair as dark as the shadows before dawn, and a small silver crown over it. His eyes were as gray as a clear evening, and there was a faint light like a star. Behind him were two tall men whose ages could not be distinguished, and almost no one could tell the difference between them. They were all black-haired and gray-eyed, with elven-like faces, and shiny armor under silver-gray cloaks, but in addition to this, each of them wore swords, spears, bows and arrows, and wore dark gray cloaks, which looked weather-beaten but had a kingly air, and the hussars of the Rohan Kingdom were like children around them. All of them had gloomy faces, and looked as unfathomable as rocks on the seashore that had experienced strong winds and waves......

"It's King Elrond, and his two sons!" Gandalf shouted, and a loud voice reached all corners of the White City, "Rohan's reinforcements have arrived, and the knights of Dendan's Ranger and Rivendell have come to their aid!" ”

"Fight! Victory will be ours! (To be continued......)

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