In the night sky dotted with stars, a fast black shadow passed over the heavily guarded Pelagir.
As the black shadow flew past, it also left behind a long and shrill cry, forcing the soldiers guarding the city wall to cover their ears.
It was a ferocious flying beast, with a black figure wearing a steel crown sitting on its back.
The black shadow has long, ragged hair that exudes gray light under the moonlight, and there is no face at all under the crown, only a pair of deadly eyes that reveal a shuddering evil in the darkness.
He came full of fear and despair, and the black robe on his body covered the armor full of evil power.
This form is none other than the Witch-King of Angmar riding an evil beast.
At this time, he was looking at the fierce battlefield below him with cruelty and pleasure.
The endless orc army on the ground has already surrounded the human camp stationed near Pelagir.
The wooden gate to the south of the camp was trampled under the feet of countless orcs. Several groups of human warriors with distinctive armor and stomachs fought crazily with the orc army with high morale at the gate of the camp, preventing the orcs from entering the camp.
footsteps.
Behind the human warrior is an old man with white beard and hair. His serious face has a majesty far beyond that of ordinary people.
Although he is old, this old man is still equipped with a silver-white full-body plate armor. A blue-white robe is decorated on the chest of the plate armor, and the bright red cloak on his back is fluttering in the wind.
This is none other than the 20th Prince of Dom Aros, Angelimir.
Facing the enemy's surprise attack, the prince rode a tall pure white war horse and personally held the flag representing the Dom Alos family. He ran around the camp and loudly encouraged those who were frightened by fear.
The human warriors rejoined the battlefield.
His voice was full of courage and encouragement, and the silver swan warship flag in his hand, which was cutting through the green waves, was emitting silver-white light under the moonlight and sounded in the night wind.
The soldiers who were originally frightened by the stern sound heard this familiar voice, and they plucked up the courage to return to their combat posts, following the flag that had guided them for countless years.
This is the family prestige accumulated by the twenty generations of Prince Dom Aros over the past three thousand years. Even Angmar's dark magic cannot completely erase it.
In the center of the camp, a group of fully armed knights were preparing for the charge. They were the most elite troops under the Dom Alos family, the Swan Knights.
As the leader of the Swan Knights and the next heir to Prince Dom Aros, Adrasil is fully armed at this moment. He will become the sharpest tip of the blade and take the lead in the charge.
On the river bank a few kilometers away from the camp, a steady stream of orc troops were disembarking from a dozen dark pirate ships.
And on the river in the distance, there are still an unknown number of pirate ships, heading here.
As early as a month ago, Sauron assigned Angmar, his most loyal and powerful servant, the task of attacking Pelagir.
After a period of marching and bargaining with the pirate leaders, Angmar finally led the orc army originally stationed in Minas Morgul to the coast south of Pelagir.
In order to avoid being discovered by the troops of the Kingdom of Gondor, Angmar led the orcs under his command and marched only in the dark night.
And they rushed all the way to the southern bank of the Poros River before boarding the pirate ship. Then under the cover of darkness, they sailed upstream along the Anduin River and arrived near Pelagir.
The orc army had been cautious along the way, but at this time it finally exploded with unparalleled power.
The human troops stationed in the camp never expected that such a large orc army would suddenly come from the south under the cover of night.
Their eyes were mostly focused on the coast opposite them and the ships on both sides that were constantly entangled with each other in the river.
Even Prince Angelimir deployed a large number of light cavalry and hidden sentries around the camp, but under the surprise attack of the wolf cavalry squad and the ferocious beasts, almost the entire army was wiped out.
By the time the human garrison reacted, the black orc army had already approached the south of the camp.
And Angmar drove the ferocious beasts to hover above the camp for a long time, wearing down the will of mankind to resist.
Subsequently, the battle officially kicked off with the sound of orcs breaking the door and the hasty preparations of humans.
Angmar, who was currently flying in the sky, drove his mount to swoop towards the boat gliding at high speed in the river.
As the ferocious beast approached, amid the evil laughter of the Nazgul, the sailors who were rowing their boats had no choice but to jump into the water immediately to escape the enemy's ferocious attack.
And with a "click", the small boat tasked with calling for help shattered into pieces, leaving only fragments of wreckage on the water.
This is already the second small ship Angmar has destroyed.
Adrasil, who commanded the Swan Knights, was already ready to charge, and they were waiting for a suitable opportunity.
As Angmar's figure disappeared in the sky, Adrasil also put down the mask in front of his eyes, and then a passionate horn sounded over the camp.
The Swan Knights, who were already ready for battle, under the leadership of Adrasil, after a short run-up, stretched their charging speed to the limit and rushed towards the north gate that had just been broken through by the enemy.
The Orc army, which knocked down the gate and was about to rush into the camp, was crushed by the sudden cavalry.
In order to attack the camp, these filthy scum prepared short and agile weapons, and few had long-handled weapons that could fight against the cavalry.
Such weapons made it impossible for them to struggle in front of the Swan Knight. Facing the charge of the cavalry, their thin bodies were like a leaf, being knocked away into the distance.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! And this team of blue and white cavalry, amidst Adrasil’s loud shouts, was like a blue and white torrent, rushing directly out of the black orc army.
made a path.
Their direction was Pelagir, which was not far away.
The human warriors who followed closely behind the Swan Knight also seized this opportunity and fought their way out from the siege of the orcs.
Prince Angelimir, leading a whole group of elite infantry, fought and retreated in the camp, retreated all the way from the south gate to the north gate, and was preparing to break out from there.
At this time, the Witch King of Angmar, who had returned to the sky from the river, discovered the changes on the battlefield. Of course, he would not allow the besieged humans to escape from his grasp.
Even if the direction they flee to is their next prey.
Prince Dom Alos, who was raising a flag and shouting, immediately came into his sight.
At this time, Angelimir was shouting his best to encourage the soldiers to fight. Suddenly, his voice was no longer loud, and the swan flag spread out in the wind lowered directly, and the flickering silver light above seemed to dim.
A terrifying howl fell from the sky, and with it came a darkness, and that darkness was about to envelope Angelimir.
The soldiers standing around Prince Dom'alos became timid, and even the orcs stopped attacking.
As a gust of wind hit, the white war horse that Angelimir dismounted was the first to be unable to hold on and stood up amidst the screams.
Fortunately, it was precisely because of the action of getting off the white horse that Angelimir was thrown off the horse, thus allowing him to escape the claws of the ferocious beast.
However, his beloved white horse was not so lucky. Its huge head was torn off from the body by sharp claws, and it fell bloody in front of Angelimir's eyes.
However, the eighty-year-old Prince Dom Alos was not knocked down by fear. He managed to stand up, raised the flag in his hand high again, and shouted loudly.
"Stand up, stand up quickly, soldiers, hold on to the weapons in your hands, move closer to me, and charge with me!
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Following the cry of the prince, the human warriors who had been stagnant in place gathered around Angelimir. Under the leadership of the prince, they killed endless orcs and headed towards Pelagir again.
At this time, Adrasil, who had already rushed out of the siege, glanced at his father who was surrounded by orcs with great sadness.
"Everyone, don't stop, follow me."
Then, Adrasil, who was already in tears, led the knights following him and rushed towards Minas Tirith in the distance.
The only order Prince Dom Alos gave his son was to seek help.
As the camp was breached by endless orcs, Pelargir had become an isolated city at this time, and it was about to face an endless army of orcs and a pirate fleet besieging the port.
If there are no reinforcements, everyone will die, even Pelagil's defenders.
So no matter how reluctant he was, Adrasil had only one direction, and that was to go north, towards the White City.
The Witch King of Angmar, who returned to the sky again, quickly saw this phenomenon, but his attention was still focused on Angelimir.
He knew that the old man holding the flag was the biggest threat in this battle now, and those humans on horseback would naturally be dealt with.
Then Angmar drove the ferocious beast to swoop towards the ground again, and as he screamed, a group of wolf cavalry rushed out from the orcs' team and quickly followed Adela who was escaping to the north.
Hill.
At this time, the gate of Pelagil opened, and the first to rush out were a group of light cavalry armed with sharp spears.
After rushing out of the gate, they directly chased the wolf cavalry in the darkness. Their goal was to intercept the wolf cavalry's pursuit and use their own lives to increase the possibility of the knights calling for help.
Following the cavalry, there were groups of elite infantrymen with well-equipped armor and stomachs. They quickly rushed towards the orc army that was gradually closing in, preparing to meet the surrounded Prince Dom Alos.
At this time, three small sailboats appeared again on the Pelagir river, like sharp arrows, traveling upstream along the river.
During the successive attacks of the orcs, there were fewer and fewer soldiers around Angelimir. The prince, who had lost his horse, still held the flag high and encouraged the soldiers who were breaking through.
Without his encouragement and the fearful aura of the Nazgûl, these human soldiers might not have even been able to take a step forward.
But the black shadow shrouded from the sky again. Angelimir did not feel timid or avoid it. Instead, he shouted loudly and used the family flag in his hand to fight against the ferocious beast that was flying towards him.
As a black shadow flashed by, the confrontation between Prince Dom Aros and the Head of the Nazgûl ended in an instant.
The sharp spear tip carved a long scar on the chest of the ferocious giant beast, and the injured ferocious beast screamed, and the figure that flew up again became shaky.
Amidst the shrill screams of the giant beast, the extremely cruel meteor hammer in the hand of the Witch King of Angmar scratched the robe of Prince Dom Alos, and the powerful force attached to it knocked him to the ground.
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The prince lying on the ground coughed twice and then stopped moving. The ferocious beast swinging unsteadily in the air also carried Angmar and landed in the distance.
The bloody wound on its chest indicated that it would be impossible for it to continue flying in a short time.
The battle between the prince and Angmar lasted only a moment, but to the surrounding human warriors, it seemed like a long time had passed.
Angelimir's fallen body filled their hearts with grief, and this grief turned into raging anger in the blink of an eye, burning the surrounding orcs to death.
The human warriors who rushed out from Pelagil also accelerated the pace of their attack and rushed towards the location where Prince Dom Alos fell.
Finally, the two teams gathered together, and in the process of breaking through, they fought off waves of orcs, and finally reached the city of Pelagir with great difficulty.
At this time, the archers stationed on the city wall began to use their bows and arrows to cover their retreating infantry, and the soldiers who controlled the ballistae finally had a target to attack.
A dense rain of arrows, coupled with several thick crossbow arrows, directly defeated the Orc army at the front.
After the human soldiers outside the city killed all the enemies around them, they finally returned to Pelagir smoothly.
Seeing the steel door in front of them slowly closing, the orcs also stopped attacking.
Their goal tonight has been completed. The human camp outside the city will become the camp where the orcs will stay tonight.
The orcs who stopped fighting began to clean up the battlefield inside and outside the camp. From time to time, several orcs would fight together over the spoils of war.
The human warriors who had taken off their equipment piled up in front of the ferocious beast and became the food of this flying beast. It also needed such food to recover from its injuries.
The orcs who did not participate in the battle began to use the materials readily available in the camp to build crude siege equipment.
In addition to more orcs disembarking from the ships in the distance, some parts of siege weapons were also carried to the shore.
And wait until the next night, it will be time for Angmar to attack the city.