Rohan.

In the vast wilderness sits the royal capital of Adoras, which sits quietly on the shoulders of a mountain, like a horse with its back to a snow-capped mountain.

Despite being the capital of a country, Adoras at first glance looks like a luxurious stockade of bandits.

The walls and gates are made of tall wood and surround a small hill.

Behind the walls were wooden houses, mostly one or two stories high, and the people inside were cloudy, and women were holding their children and looking out the windows with anxiety.

And on the top of that low hill there is the most magnificent building in the whole of Ethoras, the Rohan Palace.

Of course, the word grandeur is relative, and if it is a valley, it can be regarded as a serious and oppressive cathedral at best.

But such a palace lies dormant on the shoulders of barren mountains, with a cloudless sky against the snow-capped mountains in all directions, and has a sense of tragedy and poignancy that makes people feel at ease.

Rohan are nomads who don't care how spectacular the city is, and as a "country on horseback", they follow the principle that "gathering is a fire, scattering is a starry sky".

At this moment, King Theodon and Field Marshal Iomond were standing proudly on the mountain outside the city.

Behind the two of them was an army of cavalry that was gathering and integrating, densely packed with human heads and horses, and their number was also terrifying.

They are ready to come to the aid of the White City of Gondor.

But as expected, the enemy army arrived as promised.

No, where Theodon and Iomond were looking, the wolf-mounted Orcs appeared with fierce eyes, staring with ferocious gazes, and did not attack impulsively.

Oak, who had been haunting Rohan for many years, knew very well that he could not go head-to-head with the Rohan cavalry, and that even the tyrannical wolves would howl and wail under the hooves.

Therefore, they were deployed in advance on the road to Gondor, and they specialized in the mountain streams and valleys with complex terrain.

This move can be described as ruthless and ingenious, which directly made a king and a handsome fall into silence.

If they charged recklessly, the cavalry army would probably suffer a lot of losses, and the morale of Gondor would be greatly reduced when they arrived.

But it's not the same thing to continue to hesitate like this, you can't wait for the destruction of the entire army in Baicheng.

"Otherwise, let me lead an elite team to kill those guys first, so that the damage can be minimized." Iomond suggested.

"In any case, this Orc army must be eradicated, and I don't trust them to wander around Ethoras." Theodon was murderous.

"I hope Gondor can hold on, and if the White City is breached, the army of Mordor will penetrate all of Middle-earth unimpeded." Iomond gripped the hilt of his sword as he spoke.

He turned, gathered his guard, and mounted his horse.

Hundreds of people, without complaint, followed the marshal towards the gorge where the Orc army was located.

Outside the palace, Theodwin, sister of the king and wife of the marshal, prayed for her heroic husband with her hands on her chest, and in front of her, two boys and a girl.

They were Prince Theod, the marshal's son Iomer, and the marshal's daughter Iowen.

Shiod was supposed to live in her husband's territory of Zumtoburg, but now that the war was raging in Zumtoburg in the east, she took refuge in Ethoras with her children.

"Ladies and gentlemen, use our flesh and blood to carve a bloody path for Rohan's warhorse!"

In the rush, Iomond roared in triumph, as if he was not rushing to a temple of glory covered with flowers and sunshine, rather than fighting and death.

Hearing his voice, everyone in Adoras clenched their fists, and Theodwin burst into tears.

Looking at the hundreds of cavalry who had killed themselves, the Ocs looked at each other with hideous features.

Especially in the lead, it was Iomond, who could be called a thorn in the heart, and they had long wanted to get rid of this hateful Marshal Rohan.

Rumble ~ Rumble ~

The rubble on the ground shook violently, causing Commander Oak to look around.

"Just a few hundred cavalry can cause such a big earthquake?"

"Impossible, right?"

"I feel like there's something wrong, why are I shaking more and more!"

Soon, the Ocs standing on the cliff or mountain wall had to lie down to stabilize their balance, and a large number of rockfalls fell one after another, and it seemed that the whole canyon was jolting irregularly.

"Withdraw! Remove! ”

The Orc Commander realized that this was not the same thing, and that he didn't need to intervene at Iomond, and that they would all have to be buried underneath any longer.

"Stop!"

Naturally, Iomond also noticed something unusual, and immediately motioned for the guards to stop, looking at the scene thousands of kilometers away with a puzzled expression.

Bang –

Unexpected changes suddenly occurred.

A cliff where hundreds of oaks stood suddenly exploded out of thin air, and the sky was full of rubble mixed with terrified oaks.

In the billowing smoke, a white skeleton fifty or sixty meters long burrowed out of the ground, and the solid rock in front of it was like a tofu block, and the sharp claws of its limbs could easily cut and smash it.

Skeleton, Spirit of the Wilds!

"What's that?" Iomond muttered incredulously, "Is the undead creature of bones a Smaug's general?" ”

Thinking of this, he seemed to have taken a reassuring pill and retreated a thousand meters to avoid being injured by mistake.

In contrast, Oak panicked.

Thousands of calculations, their heads did not expect this outrageous development, a big bone shelf emerged from the ground?

Thundered!

The spirits of the wilderness didn't give them time to think, and they swooped in place and cut through the rock again, opening a great hole in the mountain with a terrifying sound.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, this canyon was already full of holes, like countless shocking huge scars.

Although the Wild Spirit did not deliberately attack the Orcs, the damage it dealt was significantly more effective, as it destroyed the Orcs' foothold.

Over and over again, most of the Orcs were buried under the heavy boulders, and those who survived were insignificant, and the Spirits of the Wilds killed them all with a few claws.

The Spirit of the Wild stopped destroying and crouched on the ground like a groundhog, waving its arms at Iomond and them, giving them a few friendly hums.

"This big guy is still a little cute~" Iomond laughed, beckoning the Guards to return to the large army.

Outside of Adoras.

"The whole army is ready, set off at sunset, and march quickly tonight!" Theodon shouted.

……

If you have to ask at this moment, there is any battlefield that can compare the importance of the Battle of White City, it must be the Battle of Purple Smoke Valley.

To the northwest of the White City, beyond a ridge covered with vegetation, is a sea of purple.

As soon as the wind blows, it will ripple purple waves, and the cascading waves will beat a few dreamy waves.

There are lavender trees all over the hills.

From the southern slope to the north, the valley is surrounded by a beautiful town with a clear stream that runs from west to east in lush flower beds.

The lavender scenery of the Purple Smoke Valley is quite famous in Gondor and even Middle-earth, and countless travelers have crossed the mountains to catch a glimpse of this dreamlike scenery.

When the flowers are in bloom, rent a second-floor hostel in the town, lie on a chair on the terrace with a cup of hot cocoa, and immerse yourself in purple foam with your lovers.

It's a pity that there are no terraces, no hot cocoa, no lovers.

Even the lavender is almost gone.

Only demons, monsters, blood, and ghosts crying wolf.

The townspeople had fled ten minutes earlier, and their former homes had become a place of terror that they could not avoid.

Whew!

The four Ringlings, led by the Witch King of Angmar, rode the Fallen Flying Beasts in a row.

In addition to the four of them, there are many dark creatures with different appearances.

Dozens of red-eyed vultures with a wingspan of ten meters, as well as gray-skinned ghouls riding on vultures' backs.

The ghost-faced ghosts that swallowed the strange black mist floated around, leaving an afterimage in the air, and only when they occasionally slowed down could they confirm that there were more than twenty of them.

More than a dozen four-winged flying insects in the size of adults are very similar to locusts, and the sound of their wings vibrating is extremely sharp, and their speed can be imagined to be terrifying.

Four human-like vampires, they are all hot women, but their appearance has the characteristics of beasts, narrow eye corners and small pupils, slightly bulging foreheads, sharp teeth protruding from the corners of their mouths, beast-like claws, and bat wings growing from their backs.

On the ground, large fields of lavender flowers were lifted, revealing deep layers of soil, as if something huge was wriggling underground, like a school of swamp crocodiles waiting for their prey to fall.

They are dark people hidden in the dark corners, symbols of filth, evil, and viciousness, often mentioned in the minstrels' notebooks, and always regarded as strange anecdotes.

For years, Sauron has sought out and summoned the creatures of darkness in order to start another world war in Middle-earth and give himself a better chance of victory.

Finally, in the midst of these dark creatures, there is a dark creature that is more like a villain than they are!

If someone who doesn't know the truth sees it, they will definitely say that the skeleton dragon is the villain boss.

"This is the guy Lord Sauron wants to get rid of? My impression of Smaug is not a chicken frame~" The female vampire led by the leader smiled and communicated with Hamur, who was the mother of the other three.

"It can't be taken lightly, it completely killed five Ring Spirits, and also beat Saruman into a ruined dog." But Hamur snorted coldly.

"Ringing Spirits? Except for you and the Witch King, it doesn't seem to be very good among the nine people~" The Mother of Vampires hid her face and smiled, directly ignoring the cold afterglow of the other two ring spirits.

"Don't talk nonsense that doesn't matter." The Witch King of Angmar spoke.

"Okay, as Lord Sauron commanded, we just need to kill Smaug?" The Mother of Vampires gets back to business.

"If you underestimate the enemy, you will pay with your life." The Witch King gave a warning.

The mother of vampires finally put away her frivolous face, as an old witch who has lived for nearly 10,000 years, she has seen and heard a wide range of things, she has witnessed or participated in many tragic battles, and naturally she does not take a giant dragon skeleton in her eyes.

It's not that she thinks she can take on Chu Salary alone, but the mentality of "I've seen aircraft cannons, and what a mere rifle grenade is".

And in the years of darkness and gloom, she and her people only dared to wander in the southern barbarian land and attack the villages of the Haradians.

As for why she is so arrogant, the reason is simple, that is, she has positioned herself above the "patriarch", and considers herself to be the top of Mordor.

The Witch King and Khamur didn't want to deal with her at the moment, but they were more concerned about Chu Xin, after all, Sauron had given an ultimatum to either go back with the One Ring or go back with his own head.

"It turns out that Sauron's goal has always been the same, and he has arranged for the most elite team to ambush me?" Chu Xin looked around and said plainly.

"Now that you understand, skip the process." The Witch King replied angrily.

"That's exactly what I mean." Chu Xin's words fell, and a fierce divine dragon swung its tail and swept out.

Wow!

The strong wind hunted, and the dark creatures felt the momentum and hurriedly dodged.

Soon, however, the grey-skinned ghouls were scattering with red-eyed vultures, and instead of using pointless bows and arrows, they shot strange black balls with oversized slingshots.

These things exploded suddenly before they touched Chu Xin, not black powder, but a large amount of extremely viscous black substance, which stuck to Chu Xin's whole body like glue.

Woo –

Suddenly, the wind gusted, and the ghost-faced ghosts also moved.

In one way, they are very strong, and that is that they cannot be touched, and their weapons can reach others.

No, they pierced through Chu Xin's claws and tail blades, slashing with the illusory swords in their hands, colliding with a real crisp sound of gold and iron.

As for whether there is harm or not, it doesn't matter, it is a interference.

Buzz –

The four-winged flying insect also outflanked Chu Xin with the sound of flapping its wings that blew through the eardrums, and quickly formed an invisible wall of sound waves.

At this moment, Chu Xin guessed that whether it was a ghost or a flying insect, they were all covering, the former disrupting his vision, and the latter interfering with his hearing, affecting his combat state from all directions.

Although he still couldn't figure out what those black substances were, Chu Xin knew that the Witch King would not do useless work.

Boom –

As a result, a mouthful of Martyrdom Dragon Flame erupted.

The hot explosion and fire wave instantly devoured half of the flying insects and vultures, and although the ghost-faced ghosts did not die, they all showed that they had been burned, and they looked shocked away from Chu Xin.

"What kind of flame is this? It does have something. The Mother of Vampires said solemnly, quietly retreating.

She was about to say something more when she heard a sharp voice coming from far and near.

Burst!

In the next second, she saw that the eldest daughter beside her was inexplicably cut off by her waist, as if an air blade had slashed through.

"There is only one way to die," Hamur cursed at her, "and this mission is a dead end for us!" ”

Airplanes!

Chu Xin swung a second slash with his backhand, and one of the ring spirits was hit, and the fallen flying beast under him died on the spot.

"Nine deaths, what is the life in your mouth? We don't have to come out again, and we're really done playing! The Mother of Vampires roared in grief.

For some reason, looking at Chu Xin, who was invincible in the flames, she always felt that she was like a righteous dragon slaying team, and the opposite side was a villain.

"The Dark Demon Dragon Slayer taught by Lord Sauron." The Witch King muttered and ordered the Grey-skinned Ghoul to continue shooting black balls.

The strange thing is that this black sticky substance did not completely fuse under the high heat, but became more and more sticky, and it almost became a scar on Chu Xin's body.

And the Witch King did not go head-to-head with Chu Xin, and adhered to the wandering tactics to deal with him.

Five minutes had passed like this, and Chu Xin had already slaughtered all the four-winged flying insects, and the tail blade endowed with Black Flame had also killed two-thirds of the ghost-faced ghosts, causing the rest to not dare to approach at all.

Not to mention them, even the four ring spirits were stunned for a while when they looked at the black flame tail blade, and suddenly realized that the five companions were dead under the tail.

Puff puff!

When all the red-eyed vultures and gray-skinned ghouls died, at least a tenth of Chu Xin's body was dyed black.

No matter how you look at it, the warring army, which has been drastically reduced in numbers, will definitely be defeated.

But the Witch King of Angmar and Khamur looked at each other ecstatically, and then chanted an obscure spell at the same time.

The former raised his head and stared viciously, "Smaug, your time of death has come!" (End of chapter)