Minas Tirith

The Kingdom of Rohan, Middle-earth's first line of defense against Mordor, has fallen.

Saruman was originally the king of Siyodon, who had taken control of Rohan with evil spells, intending to gradually encroach on the hussar nation.

But now, his army was stronger than anyone could have imagined, and it took little effort to wipe out patrols on the plains—galloping horses outnumbered by lickers in speed, and phalanxes of cavalry gathered would be destroyed by the abomination of death.

Within a few days, Rohan's patrol outside had lost seven or eight of them, including the Third Marshal Iomo, whose head had been thrown into Rohan's royal city by trebuchets as a deterrent.

By the time the others woke up to what had happened, it was too late.

The swarking army of Saruman had reached the foot of the royal city, hating the black and ugly armor full of iron spears, completely ignoring the arrows that had been fired. And the extreme speed of the licker made the hussar soldier die under the minions without even having a chance to react.

Not without bravery, the princess of the kingdom of Rohan, Iowen, bravely drew her sword and stood on the city wall to call on the defenders to continue to hold on, waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

However, a miracle did not happen, the gates were breached by the impact of the giant battering ram, and the two warring defenders, who were still in front of the women and children, were swept down by the abomination with iron chains the size of a man's head, no more difficult than the housewife who used a broom to sweep the house dust.

Blade-wielding orc soldiers, bathed in blood, roared and slaughtered the unarmed people of Rohan.

And the noble princess, her Royal Highness, the end is just like a piece of pizza, which is divided and eaten by the licker.

The severed limbs flew, and the blood gushing out almost merged into a mighty river, and the river of blood that melted the lives of tens of thousands of people flowed down the steep slope from the royal city of Luohan, and deeply a** the land.

On this day, even the dew on the weeds was pink.

Once again, no one survived, and except for the scavenging crows, the entire king was reduced to a deserted ghost realm—as Saruman had ordered.

"Humans are too weak compared to lickers and haters. The former white-robed wizard didn't care at all that he had accomplished the feat of destroying a country that none of the previous demon kings had achieved, and muttered to himself:

"With the secrets of the T-virus in my hands, I will create an even more powerful creature. One who is loyal only to His Majesty Sauron, to my race. ”

As to whether the prefix "loyal to His Majesty Sauron" can be removed, Mr. Saruman of the current king of the Kingdom of Rohan (although his people are just some stupid strong orcs) has his own opinion.

At this moment, the old man was facing south and drew a circle.

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Under Boromir's coordination, the Gondor army, which had just reached an agreement with the Elven Transport Brigade, had not had time to equip themselves with new weapons when they received news that the Kingdom of Rohan needed reinforcements—according to the sacred agreement, no matter which country lit those beacons in the mountains, the other country must come to their aid.

The Kingdom of Gondor, which received the news of the beacon fire, hurriedly responded to the oath of mutual help and prepared to assemble an army to support Rohan - if it weren't for Anduin's phone bug calling Boromir, I am afraid that these soldiers of Gondor, who had not yet prepared their guns and ammunition, would have crashed head-on into the Saluman army that was slowly advancing towards the capital of Gondor.

Using a holographic projection sold to him by Anduin, Boromir played the scene of the destruction of Rohan at a meeting of the Gondor leadership.

The brave and senseless hussar continued to charge towards the abomination, but after paying a terrible price, the man-made monster with eight lives stood up again and again, and finally broke the soldier's will, slashing the man and horse into four pieces with a giant sword the size of a door.

"This.... Is this an troll?"

One of the generals said as he swallowed his saliva and his lips trembled.

Boromir's eyes were awe-inspiring, and he coldly vetoed: "No, this is a deformed monster created by Saruman, they are taller, stronger, and more cruel than ogres. The most dangerous thing is that they have eight lives, and with each lethal blow, it is reborn in carrion. ”

"What?!"

The eyes of all the generals were about to pop out, and Boromir's younger brother Faramo, seeing that everyone was panicked, drew his long sword and said angrily: "What if you have eight lives, the royal city of Gondor will never fall!"

"Enough!" Ignoring the horrified eyes of others, the regent *** slapped his second son fiercely, and roared at him: "Luohan has all perished, what are we going to fight with Saruman?"

Boromir stepped forward, ripped away his stubborn father, and said coldly: "The Gondor Legion, which is still in the age of cold weapons, is impossible to defeat the evil army of Saruman. We must call for help from the elves and arm ourselves with those guns and ammunition. ”

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At the same time, in the valley where a meeting had been held in Rivendell, the people were deliberating how to deal with the war that Saluman had started in advance.

After all, it wasn't for Anduin's inaction or concealment, every unmanned reconnaissance plane he sent out was shot down by strong orcs who were skilled in archery, and they couldn't penetrate deep into Saruman's barracks.

He, Gandalf and the others all thought that Saluman was only planning to carry out a tentative attack, after all, Mordor, where Sauron was located, had not yet moved—the army assembled by the Demon Lord was not yet fully prepared for a full-scale war, and it was naturally impossible for Saluman as a subordinate to do so in advance.

Who would have thought that Saruman, who had mastered the emerging power, would ignore the majesty of Sauron and go it alone, and he would be like a bamboo all the way,

Spicy chicken, this product doesn't play cards according to the routine, what about the eight points and twenty shots that were said?

By the time Anduin sent a new type of unmanned reconnaissance aircraft, the capital of Rohan had been destroyed, along with all the royal family, high-ranking generals, and all the elite cavalry.

Gandalf was completely gone, and the old face full of pain, guilt, and remorse was placed in front of Anduin.

The goblin merchant took a half step back, not letting the gray-robed mage get so close, and said, "What, declare it in advance, I'm not gay, if you want to get you to go to the forest to find Billy, it's really not okay I still have Arnold Schwarzenegger's version of the inflatable doll." ”

Gandalf opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "It's all my fault, Saruman moved too fast, he didn't even wait for Mordor to hear from him to send his army. Those innocent who suffered, the blood of each of them should be counted on my head. ”

King Elon smiled bitterly and persuaded: "No one expected this kind of thing that Saruman's power would be so strong that the Luohan Kingdom didn't even survive two days before the capital was captured. ”

Gandalf, however, shook his head and whispered, "No, it's my responsibility. As one of the five wizards, I have always had some kind of connection with Saruman, but he seems to have blocked it with something that prevents me from even prophesying. ”