When the sun shifted a little towards the west, the deserted Bei Loop became more and more lively.
Feili led the dwarf cavalry, arrived here before the elves, and started simple repairs.
Before the elf cavalry arrived, the reconnaissance cavalry sent by Allen came back panting and brought back news about Nanhetao.
Compared with Bei Loop, which is difficult to pass, Nan Loop further downstream is much better, although it cannot be said that there are shoals for a large number of cavalry to gallop at will.
But as long as the troops are well organized, half a day is enough for these thousands of cavalry to cross a few fords, cross the increasingly wide river, and enter Rohan's sphere of influence.
Allen, who was talking to Feili at this time, looked at the sun in the sky and knew that it was already after noon.
Immediately, he briefly communicated with Feili and decided to send someone to send the news that it would be easier to cross the river in Nanhetao to Chierdan.
The two of them planned to lead their respective subordinates to Nanhetao first, where they would make preparations to cross the river.
Fili's suggestion is that the dwarves go over first and control the beach on the opposite side, and then the humans and elves continue to cross the river. If enemies appear on the opposite side, the dwarves should be more aggressive in positional warfare.
Allen agreed with Fili.
However, before Barron, who received the order to deliver the message, left Allen's side, an elf team arrived first.
"What? An unknown number of orc troops came out of the black forest under the sun?"
After hearing the news, Allen subconsciously looked in the direction of Dol Guldur, and then frowned.
At some point, a dark cloud began to brew over the black forest. By this time, it had grown large enough to cover the entire brown land and was drifting towards the south.
Under the dark clouds, there was so much gloom and darkness that even the sunlight could not penetrate. Two evil and terrifying figures loomed in the dark clouds, hovering and soaring.
Because the distance between the two sides was so far, even with the help of his vision that could see the Netherworld, Allen could only barely see a few gray spots in the clouds.
In fact, without confirming it with his own eyes, Allen could guess that it must be two Nazgul riding on ferocious beasts.
Allen knew that his journey south would never be easy, but he didn't expect it to be such a grand scene.
However, the surprises arranged by Sauron were far more than that. Armies composed of Uruks suddenly appeared on the grassy northern plateau and began to assemble on the west bank of Beihetao.
They were all equipped with dark iron armor, with crude war spears of different lengths in their hands, and a crude wooden shield with a lidless eye painted with red paint, indicating their master's
identity.
These Uruks marched in neat steps, and after a while, they gathered into a huge military formation like a black cloud, facing humans and dwarves across the river on the other side.
The sudden appearance of this army instantly alerted the humans and dwarves resting on the west bank. The cavalrymen picked up their weapons and mounted their horses.
Under Allen's gaze, a gap slowly opened in Uruk's military formation, and a tall and evil figure appeared from it. His whole body was shrouded in a gloomy black robe, and a ferocious and terrifying mask covered his face.
It stuck in his head.
And the horse carrying him was not an ordinary horse, but more like a skeletal war horse returned from hell. It was tall but ugly in appearance, and was covered in heavy metal armor.
The red and black flames kept spraying out from the eyes and nose of the black strange horse, and you could tell at a glance that it was the creation of some evil magic.
Allen originally thought that the opposite person was also a Nazgûl, but he did not find this person in the nether world. So it was obvious that the leader opposite was a living person. Looking at the tall figure of the opposite person, it was most likely
was a Númenórean who fell into darkness.
This person is the mouth of Sauron, the adjutant of Baradur Tower.
This former noble of Númenor has long forgotten his name and does not even want to recall his past. He worships Sauron extremely and regards being the mouthpiece of the Dark Lord as a very high honor.
It's just that his voice is hoarse and shrill, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, but it also seems to contain terrifying and dark power, making those who hear it involuntarily fear.
"That young boy across the street, you are surrounded by a group of people, and your desperate struggle will only lead to death. If you don't believe me, just look to the south."
Of course, Allen could not be affected by this little bit of magical power. Even the soldiers around him mostly showed no fear. Only the more than a hundred knight apprentices composed of northern humans showed fear on their faces.
Ordinary humans cannot resist the power of magic.
Allen, on the other hand, followed Sauron's words and looked towards the south, his eyes becoming more solemn.
There seem to be countless black spots in the south, occupying the entire sky and moving towards this side.
The speed is ridiculously fast, and the endurance seems endless.
Those were an unknown number of wargs.
"Ignorant brat, look at the situation in this land. Do you feel the power of Emperor Sauron? The humans who once lived in this land still bow their heads to Lord Sauron. You are just a few broken fish.
You rotten shrimp, you claim to be king on your own. It's really ridiculous. Originally, you stayed in the north obediently, and Lord Sauron didn't care about you. But now you actually colluded with the elves and dwarves in an attempt to sabotage the Lord's plan. It's so tragic.
Death is your only fate."
Allen listened to the shouting from the other side without saying a word, and didn't pay attention to the other party's thoughts at all.
After recovering from the initial surprise, Allen has been thinking about ways to break the situation.
Crossing the river at this time was already impossible. Thousands of eager Uruks were blocking the river. The risk was too great.
If the opponent was Si Nagar, who was weak and afraid of the sun, Allen might consider leading his own bodyguards to charge first.
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As long as we can safely cross the river, we can take advantage of the cavalry to annihilate this wave of enemies in the desolate and inhabited northern plateau.
But on the opposite side is Uruk, Sauron's elite soldiers. Their discipline and combat effectiveness are far beyond that of Snaga. If Allen leads people to charge directly, the most likely possibility is to be left behind and die there.
Continuing south from Shuanghetao, the first thing you have to face is countless wargs. Judging from the way they are running wildly, they must have been cast by some evil magic by Sauron.
Moreover, their figures are getting closer and closer, and they will soon be in front of Allen's eyes.
Even after breaking through the warg blockade, further south there are gloomy hills stretching for nearly a hundred kilometers, which are not suitable for marching at all. After bypassing the hills, there is the War Plains, which is the doorstep of Sauron's home.
This road doesn't work at all.
"Boy, don't say that Lord Sauron didn't give you a chance. As long as you surrender obediently and kill the Durin bastard next to you, then I won't mind leading you into the tolerant embrace of the great emperor. Not only that, Lord Sauron will also
I will give you something that others dream of, a powerful magic ring, ah~ what a jealous thing."
The more Sauron spoke, the more excited he became. He was really excited. Envy and jealousy had already filled his heart. He had been serving Sauron for thousands of years, and Sauron was not even qualified to possess the ring.
Allen didn't say anything about this. Instead, he silently calculated the distance between himself and Sauron's mouth, and the right hand hidden behind his back became brighter and brighter, and flickered with electric light.
He wanted to give it a try.
"Boy, don't be dissatisfied. This is already a great honor. If you don't know what to do, you will die today..."
"Pi Li Ba La"
With a soft sound, a blue-white forked lightning crossed the tens of meters of the river and rushed straight towards Sauron's Mouth. After flickering for a moment, it hit Sauron's Mouth, which was spitting saliva.
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"Ah~~~!!!"
The dark Númenórean who was struck by lightning couldn't help but cry out in pain. At the same time, he could no longer feel his body, and the only thing that entered his brain was pain.
In fact, Sauron's mouth dared to stand on the other side of the river and talk to Allen head-on, so he had already made corresponding preparations. He was proficient in dark magic and prepared several protections. However, these protections did not completely resist the lightning attack.
Allen also knew that with such a long distance, the power of the chain lightning he released would definitely be greatly weakened.
So after releasing the magic, he stretched out his arms without saying a word and filled his sapphire sigil bow.
In the flash of blue light, an arrow containing the power of frost flew towards the mouth of Sauron, who was twitching crazily.
However, the strange black horse with flaming eyes and nose seemed not to be affected by the lightning. It stood up and used its thick armor to block the Noldor arrows shot by Alan.
That way you can't get even an inch into the armor.
Then, under the power of frost, the strange horse slowly turned into an ice sculpture covered with white frost, and the mouth of Sauron was also lifted off the horse, protected by a large number of Uruks in the middle.
Allen could clearly see that although the flames in the strange horse's eyes were almost extinguished, they still flickered tenaciously in the end. The Noldor arrows did not break through its defense, and it was impossible to completely rely on the magical power contained in it.
to kill this evil monster.
In any case, his assassination failed this time, so the only hope of crossing the river was gone.
"Everyone, listen to my order and move towards the north at full speed." Allen's bright voice echoed in the sky.
The reason why they did not lead their troops away immediately after seeing the enemy was because the human and dwarf cavalry needed a little time to prepare for battle.
Allen also wanted to learn some information about Sauron from the trash talk coming from the other side, but unfortunately it was all nonsense and none of it was important.
At the same time, Allen also wanted to try to see if he could cause chaos in the opposing troops by killing the Mouth of Sauron.
If the enemy is in chaos due to the leader's death, there is still hope of crossing the river.
Of course, Allen's assassination had failed at this time.
Then the only option left is to mix with Cirdan, and then choose the most suitable method from breakout and frontal decisive battle to defeat the enemy.
Zoro, who was shocked and speechless, finally recovered a little from his paralysis and regained control of his body.
As he was lying on the ground, he cursed Allen for being disrespectful.
Before setting off from Mordor, Sauron indeed told him to absorb Alan as one of his own if possible.
Otherwise, the cunning and cruel Sauron would never take this risk. His original mission was just to drive away the Rohan people in the northern plateau, and then block the troops heading south to support Gondor.
This task is actually very simple. The horse driver himself does not live in the Northern Plateau. Not to mention here, even in East Emne, there are not many Rohan people living there for a long time. It is just a pasture.
At this time, the Kingdom of Rohan can be said to be fighting on two fronts. The knights patrolling and investigating on the grassland reported the news that the enemy appeared in the east.
Sengel's wife, Mrs. Morwen, was extremely decisive in gathering all the people of Rohan in West Emnet, using the Ent River as the focus of defense to resist the attack of the orc army.
After all, Sengel took away at least two-thirds of the Rohan soldiers, and the remaining one-third was simply unable to fight against Mordor.
However, the goal of Sauron's Mouth was not there. His goal was already under his gaze, moving farther and farther to the north. In any case, his most important task was completed.
The rest is about Holmras and Akhorasir, the two Nazgûl.
Allen's guess was correct. Those flying in the sky full of dark clouds were two ring spirits riding ferocious beasts.
The ability to release dark clouds comes from the terrifying statue held by the blind warlock, Akhola Sil.
It was a treasure given to them by the Dark Lord, so that Snaga, who was afraid of the sun, could march normally during the day.
And this time they brought out tens of thousands of orcs from Mordor, a small number of them were the tall and strong Uruks who were well-disciplined, and most of the rest were short, insignificant, chaotic and impulsive Snaga.
Even Snaga among these orcs is equipped with simple armor and sharp weapons.
If possible, Sauron naturally hopes to send elite soldiers Uruk to intercept this cavalry, but he does not have much time to return to Mordor and the elite soldiers in his hands are limited.
Moreover, some were also consumed in the previous battles with Gondor and Rohan, and most of the power of Mordor was given to the command of these two Nazgul.
If any hobbit, wearing a certain person's exclusive ring, wanted to take a walk around Mount Doom, it would probably be very easy.
Of course, on the frontal battlefield with Rohan and Gondor, Sauron cannot rely entirely on the Variags and Harads to fight. There are some unknown secrets, and he still needs his own servants to command half of them.
It would be more appropriate for orcs to do it.
After all, what he needs is the fear and despair of creatures before death, and the hatred and curse of the enemy. Such power is very conducive to his recovery, and is enough to repair his base camp of Barad-dur.
And any human death is death. What Sauron wants is war, with corpses strewn across the fields, and blood flowing freely. As for who dies, are his believers, his allies, or his enemies.