Minas Tirith.

This majestic city is known as the greatest city of mankind, and it has been built in the second era, and when viewed from afar, its whole body is white buildings, so it is also called the White City.

The White City is a cascade city built on a hill, backed by the White Mountains, and in addition to the walls on the ground, there are layers of walls and fortresses on top of the mountain, and the top is the royal palace of Gondor.

It has to be said that this is a majestic city that seems almost impossible to attack.

But at this time, the atmosphere in the city was not so optimistic, and even extremely depressing, the soldiers standing on the city walls looked at the dust kicked up by footsteps in the distance, the dark army with no end in sight, the trolls pushing catapults, and the huge towers.

The drums beat as heavy as their hearts, and the war that had been brewing for half a year finally came.

Burns was an ordinary Gondor soldier, in fact, half a year ago, he was a farmer, and his father, and even his grandparents, were only farmers.

He couldn't figure out what kind of war required someone like himself to fight, his hand could hold a hoe, but the sword was so hard that he couldn't imagine how he could kill with it, he had had countless nightmares about dying on the battlefield without resistance.

"Stick to your post! Don't be afraid! ”

There was a voice from far and near, it was the regent in the prime of life, Burns rarely saw this big man, and the last time they met was when he was just being conscripted.

He watched the regent gallop across the city walls on horseback, giving orders in a loud voice, and he saw the great man's resolute countenance, the sword in his hand pointing to the sky.

But Burns still couldn't stop fearing.

He had heard too many truths, such as that if he was defeated, his family would be slaughtered, his farmland would be trampled, his country would fall, and the whole world would be plunged into darkness, and he was not unable to understand this, but his body trembled uncontrollably.

The Oc's army advanced slowly on the plain in front of the White City, and it was too much for Burns to count the number of the Ocs, for he thought there must be no less than fifty thousand, all armored and armoured.

What's even more terrifying is that in the sky, there are terrible beasts circling, their cries make Burns's back full of cold sweat, almost want to cover his ears, and the figure riding on the beast, Burns can barely hold the sword just by glimpsing it.

Legend has it that it was Sauron's minions, a terrifying monster that could never be killed or defeated, the Ringwraith.

Amid the sound of drums and trumpets, Burns's army quickly advanced to the White City, and Burns felt only a ringing in his ears, and then a rain of arrows shot out from behind him and landed in the formation of troops beneath the walls.

Many of the Orcs fell to the ground, but they did not stop at all, and even trampled the corpses of their kind into meat sauce.

Burns shuddered.

"Aren't they afraid?"

He put himself in his shoes, if he stood under the cover of those arrows, he was afraid that he would crouch on the ground in fright.

But he quickly realized the feeling, and the Orc's army methodically assembled the trebuchet, and with the sound of bursting eardrums, a boulder was hurled towards the walls of the White City.

The wind, the sharp wind, Burns looked up, and the stone was almost as big as his own house, and it had smashed diagonally against the wall not far from him.

Then he saw that many soldiers were directly crushed, the bricks of the city wall were scattered in all directions, and there was a crisp sound from the helmet of a soldier standing next to him, and then his head was tilted, and he fell to the ground.

The smell of blood poured into Burns' nostrils, he knew that the soldier was dead, unlucky enough to be crushed by flying rubble, and he didn't know if the other man had been a farmer or someone else like himself.

He didn't know when he would die suddenly.

But there was no time to think about it, the shadows were overcast, and the tall towers were pushed to the side of the wall, and Burns could hear the cruel roar of the Orcs, the iron plates in front of the towers slammed down on the walls, and a large number of Orcs roared along the iron plates towards the walls.

"Engage!"

Burns heard the soldiers roaring next to him and lunged at the Orcs, struggling to stop them, but soon he was beheaded, and more soldiers rushed up to form a wall of human flesh.

"Aren't they afraid of death?"

Burns was scared, but he knew he couldn't stand still any longer.

Maybe everyone will die, and there will never be a chance to return to their hometown, and there is not much difference between dying first and dying later.

He yelled, trying to give himself courage, and rushed towards the nearest Orc.

The Oak was dealing with another soldier's attack, Burns' sword was smoothly inserted into the opponent's back, black blood gushing out, the smell made Burns want to vomit, but at the same time, it also aroused his blood, he suddenly felt that his hands seemed to be shaking, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind were swept away.

All that remains is chopping, stabbing, sweeping.

These are the simplest military swordsmanship learned in half a year.

The boulders and arrows flying overhead Burns couldn't notice it, and he didn't have the heart to count how many enemies there were around, he even forgot to defend and dodge, in fact, everyone present had no sense of dodging, just fighting with the most primitive blood.

Luckily, until the tower was finally toppled down, he was still standing, and there were far fewer soldiers around him, and Burns looked around and saw that the frontal walls of the White City were in flames.

There was a heavy crash below, and Burns looked over to see that the Orcs were hugging a large, oddly shaped battering ram, smashing against the gates of the White City.

"Hold the gates!" Someone is screaming with all his might: "Hold on! No refund! ”

There was no way to retreat, the gates of the upper layers had already been closed, and the soldiers guarding each level of the city wall must not leave their posts except for the death of the battle.

At this time, Burns heard the sound of a horn in the distance, it was Rohan's horn, and the overwhelming cavalry swept from the side of the White City, and the charge of thousands of troops and horses made people can't help but boil their blood.

This long-awaited ambush appeared when the Orcs could no longer retreat and deploy, and the superiority of the cavalry over the infantry was vividly demonstrated by Rohan's body, who broke up the Orcs with little hindrance and rushed to kill in them.

"There seems to be hope of victory!" The thought welled up in Burns's mind, and then he became irrepressibly excited, and he saw that the Orcs on the city walls were quickly strangled, and that the towers that were besieging the city were either burned or knocked down by the boulders of the trebuchet.

The combination of Gondor and Rohan's cavalry had a remarkable effect, and the Orcs, though numerous, seemed to have slipped to a disadvantage.

It's a pity that things are not so simple, the human camp is prepared, and the timing of Mordor's choice to send troops is not chaotic, seeing that the situation on the battlefield is about to change, suddenly there is a heavy sound of footsteps from the rear of the battlefield.

Those sounds literally caused the walls of the White City to shake thousands of meters away.

Burns looked away, then froze where he was.

That's dozens of giant elephants.

With Burns's barren imagination, he would never have believed that there were such huge creatures in the world if he hadn't seen them with his own eyes, and they were probably close to twenty meters tall enough to look at the walls of the White City.

The four elephant legs are like towering ancient trees, and the two thick tusks, and the iron chains deliberately connected between the two tusks, are enough to plow all obstacles in front of them.

Rohan's cavalry was devastated in front of the giant elephant.

And what is desperate is that behind the giant elephants, there are tens of thousands of Haradian troops, who have cut off the rear of the cavalry, and together with the Orcs who surrounded the White City, completely cut off the hope of the battlefield.

A piercing scream rang out overhead, dissipating Burns' courage, and he looked up to see the monstrous beasts wreaking havoc on the city walls.

He reflexively threw himself to the ground, dodging the claws of a fierce beast, and in the aftermath of his vision, he saw the soldier next to him being caught, driven into the air, and then fell heavily with a scream.

"What should I do?" As soon as this thought came out, Burns realized that he had no way, the swordsmanship he had learned, and the sword in his hand, did not pose any threat to those fierce beasts, and he could only hope that he would not become the target of the fierce beasts.

Unfortunately, his luck has apparently run out.

A ferocious beast stared at the poor farmer, craned its neck to reveal its intertwined, sharp fangs, and bit straight at him.

Burns struggled to stretch out his sword, but it clearly didn't mean anything, not even enough to stop the beast from moving.

He could already smell the stench in the beast's mouth, and he knew he was dead.

At this moment, a majestic and terrifying roar that he had never heard before came from the top.

Then he saw the most incredible scene he had ever seen in his life.

A giant claw, covered with black scales, exuded an aura that made people can't help but kneel on the ground, like holding a chicken, holding the terrifying beast that was enough to swallow itself in one gulp, along with the legendary ring spirit sitting on the beast.

Then, the claws retracted, and the stinking blood spilled like rain on Burns's body.

But his eyes widened with all his might, looking at the shadows that covered the entire wall above, the dense and neat scales, the breasts and abdomen that shone with a silver-white light, the wings that could not be seen.

"Vulnerable!"

He heard a thunderous sound coming from the mouth of the majestic creature.

"I will burn everything in sight!"

In a trance, he also heard another subtle voice mixed in: "Talk less, do more!" ”

The shadow finally crossed Burns' head, and he stumbled to his feet, his gaze following the mythical figure, unable to leave.

At the same time, he heard countless people shouting, screaming, and crying.

"Dragon! Dragon! ”

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