The siege continues,

The heavy, wooden trebuchet wrapped its movable joints in crudely made pieces of iron, and a small group of orcs carried the white stone dismantled from the outer walls of Minas Tirith, gasped for breath and rested it next to the trebuchet's net.

General Wugu Lu chewed on the captured jerky, his yellowed teeth were uneven, and he casually spat on the ground with a foul and foul smell,

"Put!"

The black bone Lu snorted lazily, and the strong orc soldier pulled the trigger, and under the action of gravity, the rows of trebuchets made a piercing sound of wood chips rubbing, and the pendulum outlined an imperfect arc in the air.

The huge rock rolled, with the sound of the wind, and the power of ten thousand jun was enveloped, creating a thunderous blow towards the inner city wall.

Boom, the sentry tower that was hit slowly collapsed, and the cries for help from inside were almost instantly drowned out and buried under the messy rubble.

"Damn, if there were artillery......"

Boromir swung his fist and slammed it into the stone wall of the observation post.

The siege of Minas Tirith had been going on for three days, and Saruman's army was not impatient, except to fire some stone cannonballs with trebuchets outside the walls, and then tentatively attacked in several waves with strong orc soldiers.

In fact, after realizing how horrific the fire anchors set by the guns in the street battles were, Saruman abandoned even the infantry attack and used trebuchets to gradually destroy the inner city buildings in a timely manner.

The white-robed wizard had not captured captives, and after using a few tricks, he quickly got the information he wanted.

"Well, you're saying that these so-called 'guns' were all passed down from Rivendell?"

In the damp and gloomy stone chamber, Saruman held a silver candlestick and addressed a fainting Gondor officer.

The poor officer's ribcage was cut through the center by a sharp blade, and the skin on both sides was turned over like pancake fruit,

As for those intertwined blood vessels, they are still beating on their own, bound by an invisible force to maintain their original state.

"No, that's right..... "That officer is not a revolutionary fighter made of special materials, naturally he can't bear the torture of witchcraft, and before Saruman finishes the warm-up project, his face is like gold paper, and he can't get up again.

He glanced at his pounding heart (literally) and said with difficulty, "Well, those elven missions, they drove iron chariots without horses, and when they arrived at Gondor, they issued these guns and ammunition. ”

"So...," Saruman placed the candlestick on the stone bench on one side, sat down beside the officer with a kind eyebrow, twisted his beard, and tapped his knuckles on the officer's bare white ribs, causing another convulsion.

Blood was dripping and piling up on the ground, slowly submerging the green mold in the corners.

"I also learned how to use this kind of thing by arrangement. Lord Boromir told us that this will help fend off your army. ”

The officer's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his back was curved like boiled shrimp, and his skin was tinged with a strange red, "More, I don't know." ”

"It's kind of funny, this small bullet can penetrate even the strongest plate armor. The white-robed wizard nodded, and said to himself as he took out the needle and nail from the bench and other objects.

The officer's face turned pale again, and he shouted in fear: "I have said everything, I have said everything." ”

"I know," Saruman flicked his fingers at an iron nail engraved with a savage talisman, making a crisp sound, "then, you're worthless, aren't you?"

"Ahh.....h

The officer's shrill wail suddenly sounded, and it rushed through the stone wall like a sky, reaching the outer wall of the top layer, causing the strong orc soldiers stationed there to feel a chill rushing out of the soles of their feet, and touching their spines to the heavenly spirit cover.

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Thousands of miles away, Mordor, towering Evil Black Tower.

Sauron's one-eyed demon flame was raging, overlooking the vast army that stood silently below.

The ubiquitous smell of brimstone didn't burn the fragile throats of orcs or wandering savages—in fact, Sauron's generous gift of magic had buffed them to a greater or lesser extent.

Although, these buffs act on the form factor, which is not so aesthetically pleasing.

Pairs of diamond-shaped compound eyes grew out of the pupils, coiled and tangled sharp horns pierced the clothes from behind, yellow bumps swaying pus all over the body, and the rotten stench of maggots on the tarsal bones.

Every soldier of Mordor has become such an ugly monster that just one glance is enough to make ordinary people lose their minds and lose their minds.

On the other hand, strength, agility, endurance and even vitality have been incredibly enhanced.

Tearing tigers and wolves alive is just ordinary, and the cracking stones are not worth mentioning, even if the neck is cut off, these monsters can recover with their amazing healing power.

An army of 200,000, a full 200,000, is now prostrate in Sauron's sight, submitting to the Lord of Creation.

"Go, go to Gondor, go to Minas Tirith, and take that city. ”

The obscure and esoteric words of the oracle pierced through the will of the army like a loud voice, and the trolls blew a low and loud trumpet, and the towering gate of Mordor slowly opened,

The Ring-Knight, riding a long-necked pterodactyl, seemed to sense something, pulled the reins, and flew towards the Demon Eye on the Evil Black Tower.

"My king, what do you command? ”

The Ringed Knight named Angmar bowed his head slightly and said respectfully.

MONOCULUS blinked, "I can feel that the One Ring is approaching Mordor..... It was a fragment of my mutilated power. ”

"Is it in the Dark Mountains? ”

Sauron pondered for a moment, "Take a few more people with you, Gandalf seems to be on the band." ”

"The wizard?" said Angmar in a low voice with a horned helmet, "He's a little troublesome, but with the new powers you've given us, there's nothing to fear. ”

"Don't underestimate Gandalf, after all, he's also a chosen one. Sauron's demonic flames danced violently, and the majestic and deep power lurked like an undercurrent, "And there is something wrong with that goblin, too. ”

Sauron, however, was so impressed by Anduin who had been restrained with strange props on the banks of the Noisy River that day, the scarlet arc of lightning that hit the substitute that had descended on him in the Ringwraith, and the burning pain was so real, so real that it reminded him of the days when he was a servant countless years ago, working for the previous Demon King, Malkor.

No existence can be humiliated by the Demon Lord. Not even Malko, let alone a mean, filthy goblin?

"Go, go and bring me the Ring,"

Sauron said coldly, "As for that goblin, I'll take care of it myself." ”

After that, he no longer looked at the army that was slowly driving out of Mordor, or the Knights of the Rings who flapped their wings and flew away, but turned his head to look at the void circle of light on the Doomsday Volcano, which was formless but exuded inexplicable power.

A few months ago, while absorbing the evil power of the Doomsday Volcano, Sauron accidentally connected to the source sea of this world, not only breaking through the seal set by the gods, but also going further, increasing his strength every moment.

Sauron's will slowly settled, and a silky, warm and calm river of energy was drawn from the aperture, and slowly added to his body.