The Ringwraiths harnessed the beasts and fled.

Their originally high-pitched, mournful cries were now only sobbing of fear, and these ferocious winged creatures flapped their wings frantically, trying to pull out the shadows beneath the dragon's wings.

But that speed was too slow for the dragon.

The second beast was crushed by Smaug, then the third.

The largest beast finally escaped, and the Witch King Angmar, the head of the Ringwraith, who sat on the back of the beast, saw Townsend sitting on top of the dragon's head.

"Smaug! You have turned your back on your position! ”

"You've actually succumbed to humanity!"

Armed with the sword of Morgul, he controlled the terrifying beast to attack Tang Sen.

Nonsense, even if he died for many years, he knew that it was impossible for the blade in his hand to hurt a real dragon.

Smaug was very unhappy, the other party mentioned this in front of him, it was tantamount to slapping himself in the face, and if the other party hurt the person sitting on top of his head in front of his eyes, then he could simply find a place to die.

So dragon flames gushed out of its mouth, drowning the beast's figure, and the poor dark creature instinctively spread its wings, and then fell in total darkness.

Long Yan didn't burn it to ashes, but it had already taken its life in an instant.

As for the Angmar Witch King, Long Yan's effect on him was naturally better than nothing, but unfortunately without a mount, he also lost the qualification to continue fighting in the sky.

The dragon didn't bother to pay attention to the ring spirit, which could not be destroyed even if it was crushed, and after killing all the fierce beasts like a joke, it flew towards the giant elephants that were wreaking havoc on the battlefield.

Burns saw it all firsthand.

The legendary invincible ring spirit is like a vulnerable toy in front of the dragon, and the invincible dragon is actually ridden by humans on top of their heads?

Is this world still the world you know?

Burns had never heard of a traveler, or a dragon conqueror, but the figure riding on the dragon was etched in his mind, and in the minds of all who saw it in the White City.

He saw that the dragon had come to the giant elephant in the blink of an eye, and in terms of size, the dragon was even larger than the giant elephant, although the dragon was more slender, but the wings were spread out enough to completely cover the giant elephant's body.

Then, the raging flames ignited, even if they were thousands of meters away, Burns could still feel the scorching temperature, the screams of the giant elephants resounded throughout the battlefield, the thick skin could not stop the burning of the dragon flames at all, they turned into huge fires running one by one, no distinction between friend and foe.

Rohan's cavalry withdrew in time with great mobility, and this was no longer like the war they had seen.

Iluvita was on top, and they remembered the legends of the battles of the First Age, the world where dragons and firedemons coexisted.

The war is still not over, neither the Orcs nor the Haradians have any room to retreat, and everyone knows that this is a battle for life and death.

These enemies even braved the fear of the dragon and the dragon flames, and continued to attack the White City and the Rohan cavalry.

Humans and humans, humans and Orcs strangled together, the dragon's room to play was compressed, and Townsend couldn't have allowed it to spit dragon fire without indiscriminate, and it didn't bother to swoop down and use its spear-like winged claws in order to kill one or two enemies.

Fortunately, travelers don't have just one means.

The sound of galloping sounded on the edge of the battlefield, and the Mithril cavalry finally arrived late, the number of more than 800 people seemed to be unable to make a single wave on such a large battlefield, but they were determined, like butter knives.

Earlier than the Rohan who were fighting, it was the Gondor men on the city walls, such as Burns, who looked like droplets of water flowing into the sea from a distance on the huge, black-pressed battlefield, but the shining silver and speed still made Burns unable to take his eyes off it.

Hell, even the farmer could tell that something was wrong with that cavalry.

Even if a normal cavalry charges on the battlefield, it will gradually be held back by the surrounding enemies, and some people will fall off their horses, and some people will be pinned down, but that cavalry-

They were so fast, like a non-existent silver speck, that they thrust in from one side of the battlefield, then out from the other, then reversed course and rushed back again.

No one can stop them.

More and more people noticed them, including the fierce battle of the Rohan cavalry, and as a class of the same kind, their hearts were even more terrified.

Are these dwarves? Dwarves all in full armor? Even the mounts are fully armed?

Are dwarves so rich?

The Haradians also realized the threat of this dwarven cavalry, and they organized waves of arrows, rows and rows of shields and pikemen, even to stop the advance of the dwarven cavalry.

But the rain of arrows fell on their armor like a gentle breeze, and the spears were broken when they pierced them, and the shields were meaningless, and the goats leaped with incredible force and carried the cavalry directly over the heads of the shieldmen, and the knights turned back and brandished their hammers and tomahawks, taking the lives of the poor creatures.

It's messed up, it's completely messed up.

The morale of the dragons, which had been suppressed to the extreme, was completely crushed by the Mithril Legion, and the commanders still wanted to fight to the death, but the Haradians and Orcs at the grassroots level had lost their hearts and could no longer pay attention to the instructions of the horns and snare drums.

The rest of the time was nothing more than crushing and slaughtering.

The Battle of the White City is over.

The gates opened, and the soldiers began to clear the battlefield, rescue the undead, or give the undead a knife to the enemy.

Burns was one of them, wandering the blood-stained plains, corpses everywhere that made him appreciate the meaning of war more than he did when he fought on the walls.

It's a good thing he didn't make it to one of these corpses.

He thought of the Mithril Knights, of the dragon, of the man who rode on it.

They left the place cleanly at the end of the war, without even meeting the White City, and Burns heard the Lord Regent say that it was not all over yet, and that at dawn the next day, the soldiers of Gondor and Rohan would continue their journey to the Black Gate of Mordor.

Mordor? Burns, a citizen of Gondor, certainly knew that place, a place of terror filled with evil and darkness.

Are we going to attack there?

However, if the dragon conqueror and the cavalry were there, then victory would be on their side.

At this time, the dragon conqueror, whom Gondor and the Rohans talked about, was frowning and hovering above the black gate of Mordor.

Unlike the gates of ordinary human cities, the Black Gate itself is a wall, and it is made of steel across the passes of the mountains on both sides, thick enough for the trolls and Orcs to weave and defend above, and is as tall as a mountain.

No amount of battering ram can shake this gate.

When this door is in Gondor's control, it can completely prevent Mordor's Orcs from escaping, but when it is in Mordor's hands, it becomes a bit of a headache, and no one can destroy it.

It can be seen that on the side of the Black Gate, the dwarves and elves have already formed their formations and are ready to attack at any time, while on the other side of the Black Gate, the dense Oaks are always on guard.

But they are not going to open the door.

That's right, Mordor, the most terrifying place in Middle-earth, actually closed its doors, and was not even willing to send people to negotiate, putting on a stubbornly defended turtle shell posture.

Originally, this situation could have been easily solved by Smaug's horse, but unfortunately, Mordor was not defenseless.

The giant crossbow above the Black Gate continued to shoot arrows of pure iron as Smaug tried to get closer, and the sound of the crossbow strings, which had to be forced by several trolls at the same time to break, was like thunder, and the moment the arrows were fired out was not even visible to the naked eye.

This was something that hadn't been done before, and it was clear that Sauron knew how terrifying dragons could be.

Smaug's dragon scales are indeed indestructible, and those crossbow arrows that can easily twist steel do not hurt him so easily, but the huge kinetic energy carried by the crossbow arrows can indeed make Smaug feel pain, and most importantly, it cannot control the attitude of flight.

After several attempts, Smaug was shot back with a crossbow arrow.

The situation is deadlocked.

"Despicable Sauron! I'm going to have to stomp these damn crossbows to the ground! ”

Smaug was furious, and it was the second time in its long dragon life that it had been deflated like this, the last time because Townsend was unexpectedly able to control Mithril.

"It's useless, Smaug." Townsend calmly looked at the arrangement above the Black Gate.

The facilities that had been used to prepare for the siege had been dismantled, and all the free space was used to load the special crossbows, and every salvo that Smaug fired from close was only half or even a third of the crossbows above the Black Gate, and they kept firing alternately.

And the crossbow arrows, the part piled up next to the giant crossbow alone, are enough to make people desperate.

Fortunately, they were all ordinary steel crossbow arrows, and the casting skills and casting materials of the black arrows that could damage the dragon had long been lost, and even Sauron had never mastered them, otherwise Tang Sen would have had to take Smaug away from the Black Gate.

"Looks like we're going to have to think of another way to break through the Black Gate."

"Or leave them alone." Smaug roared, "These damn crossbows can't move, I'll fly straight to the Black Gate, burn all the Orcs behind me to ashes, and then kill all the way to Sauron, and let him know the consequences of angering a dragon!" ”

"Can you finish the kill?" Tang Sen said flatly: "Take a look at the army behind the Black Gate, and then look at the endless camp tents in the plains of Mordor, the number of Orks here is at least more than 100,000. ”

"I can kill 10,000 in a day!" Smaug was unconvinced, "They can't do anything about me. ”

"If they keep coming together, I'm sure you can." Townsend Road:

"It's a pity that Oak doesn't have many brains, but he still knows how to escape."

(End of chapter)