Chapter 317: Marching into the Valley of the Holy Helmet

After all these behemoths were cleared, they were all piled up, and then through the flames summoned by Gandalf and the flames sprayed by the black dragon, all those corpses were burned, otherwise the countless corpses lying on the path like a hill would bring great obstacles to the progress of the army.

"This group of vanguard troops is probably watching us with Saruman's eyes." Looking at the raging flames, Gandalf slowly raised his head and said in a very low voice.

"So how would he feel?" Standing side by side, Lin Yifeng smiled lightly and said.

"Maybe he is thinking of some kind of conspiracy to deal with us, but in the end, there will only be one result, we will completely crush Saruman's conspiracy, and the Rohan Kingdom will not perish in my hands." Holding the sword tightly in his hand, Hiudon looked up at the sky and whispered.

Turn back, follow the great army to rendezvous, and continue the march forward.

The next day, not far from their destination, they walked for about half an hour, and they came to a battlefield, the corpses of orcs, hungry wolves, and horses with which the soldiers of the Rohan Kingdom sat down with them.

Blood stains the land red.

"Here, there's a survivor here." Groffindale said, as a green glow appeared on his right hand, gently enveloping a soldier's body.

"It came, it finally came, but it was too late, and after the death of the marshal, the tide of the battle took a turn for the worse, and we suffered heavy casualties, and we were forced to cross the Aysin River. Many of the warriors were killed in the process of crossing the river, and last night, the main army of the other side attacked our front line, and all the strength of Isengh must have been dispatched, Saruman transformed the wild men in the mountains through magic, and the shepherds of Denland also became his soldiers. When he woke up, he saw Iomo, as if he had seen the only savior, and he didn't say anything else. Instead, the news from the front was immediately uttered in the shortest possible sentences. Even the giant dragon behind Lin Yifeng and them did not shake his mind.

"The surviving warriors, it is I who lead the team, the army of the most hussars. Right behind us. We will not retreat without a fight! Theodon drove his mount. Looking at the soldier, he raised his left hand aloft.

When he saw Xiyouton, the man's face was filled with joy. He stood up, stopped his waist, then knelt down again, raised his broken sword, and cried out in a loud voice: "Command, Your Majesty!" Please forgive my ignorance, I thought ......"

"What do you think is wrong? Do you think I'm hiding in Medusi, like an old dog, and can't shrink away? I did this when you were in the army, but a west wind woke up a sleeping lion, went to the rear, mounted his horse, put on his armor, and fought with me once more, and let us go together to support Okenbrand! Hiudon raised his sword high and collided with the broken blade, then said in a deep voice.

"Heydon, your movements are going to be fast, hurry up and go to the Valley of the Holy Helmet, don't go to the crossing of the Aysin River, and don't wander the plains, I have some things, I have to leave, Aragon, Grovendale, and Peak, you protect the Hussar King, wait for me in the Valley of the Holy Helmet, goodbye!" Suddenly, Gandalf's face suddenly became very anxious, his eyes looked at the north, and then he said loudly to Lin Yifeng and Groffindel, and then without waiting for a few people to reply, he rode out like a flying arrow, and rushed away like a silver light and a whirlwind in the sun.

"What the hell is going on?" Frowning and looking at Gandalf, who had left suddenly, Lin Yifeng asked Glorfindel.

"I don't know, but one thing is certain, Gandalf must have discovered something extremely important and must have been visited." Shaking his head slightly, Groffindale replied.

"You don't have to explain this, everyone here understands it." Hearing Glover Dell's words, Lin Yifeng couldn't help but shake his head lightly and spoke.

"So what do we do next?" Gimli carried the axe and spoke, he did not want to ride a horse, so he followed the people on a running all the way, and the new pair of leather boots that Gimli had given him in the warehouse of Siyudon were now in tatters.

"As Gandalf said, let's move on, but there may be any danger along the way, hussar king, let your soldiers, be on guard." Aragon spoke.

"You can rest assured of that." Nodding slightly, Hieuton said.

Then the followers left the road towards the crossing of the Aishin River, and instead turned south, and slowly night fell, but the people still galloped without looking back.

The hills are getting closer and closer, and the peaks of the White Mountains have been swallowed up by the night.

The goal was to be on the other side of the West Valley, a few miles away, where there was a dark green canyon surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the locals called it the Valley of the Holy Helm, in honor of a hero who hid here in ancient times.

The valley's topography rises steeper and steeper from the north, rising in the shadow of the white mountains until the cliffs on either side stand like towers, blocking out all light.

At the entrance to the Valley of the Holy Helmet, in front of the Gate of the Holy Helmet, there is a huge rock sticking out of the cliff in the north; At the bottom of it was a high wall built by ancient times, and inside the wall was a towering tower.

Legend has it that at the height of Gondor, the King of the Sea built the fortress by the hand of a giant.

It is known as the Horn Fort because the horns sounded on the tower reverberate in the deep valley behind it, as if the ancient warriors had awakened from the caves of the deep valley to fight.

Ancient humans also extended this high wall from Fort Horn to the cliff to the south, completely blocking the entrance to the canyon.

The deep stream flows out of the channel below, and it turns around at the Horn Rock, from the Gate of the Helmet to the Helmet Channel, and from there it falls into the deep valley, and at its last point into the valley of the West.

The lord of the West Valley, Okenbrand, was stationed at the Horn Fortress at the Gate of the Holy Helm, and in this time of crisis, he had the foresight to repair the walls and strengthen the fortress's defenses.

When the large army was still in the deep valley behind them, Lin Yifeng and the others, who were the vanguard, had already heard the sound of fighting, as well as the sound of horns, and the howls of demonic beasts.

"Black Dragon, go see what's going on in front of you." Lin Yifeng shouted at the black dragon, because there is a hill in front of him that is not too high, so it will take a lot of time for the scout to explore, and this is still in the middle of the night, and there will be more unstable factors.

Listening to Lin Yifeng's words, the black dragon flapped his huge wings, flew into the sky, and flew towards the target to investigate the situation there.

(It can only be said that the chariot artillery fire is ferocious) (to be continued......)