Thousands of miles away in Mordor, the dark clouds are dark and there are many demonic shadows.
Sauron, who was busy at Mount Doom, stared intently at the body in front of him.
Ferocious, terrifying, evil, and dark, Sauron was satisfied with his new body. It took him more than half a year's work and thousands of years of imagination.
Mortals would be frightened at just one glance. Even half-orcs would not be willing to face such a vicious appearance.
This is what Sauron likes. It has always been his long-cherished wish to rule the world with fear.
At this time, a weak phantom suddenly appeared next to the Lord of Mordor.
"Master, Dol Guldur has been captured by the enemy."
Holmrath's face appeared in the phantom, and the special power of the Nazgûl left a trace of his soul behind, allowing him to rush back to his master.
Behind the ferocious mask, a fire that wanted to devour the soul lit up. With a wave of his terrifyingly spiked right hand, Holmras's soul was absorbed into the Supreme Lord of the Rings.
Sauron didn't care whether Dol Guldur would be captured by enemies. As long as the evil power he left behind when he built the castle still existed, no one could truly occupy that castle.
As long as the ring is still there, as long as his soul is still there, it will always be the territory of the Dark Lord.
"Ah~~~~"
The sharp screams started from Mount Doom and spread throughout Mordor. This sound heralded Sauron's true return. He no longer needed to play the role of Big Eye and was imprisoned in the Tower of Barad-dur in disguise.
Now, he will lead his army out of the Black Gate and take back the territory that once belonged to him. Gondor, Rohan, Eriador and even Rovanian, the entire Middle-earth used to be his territory. Before, his
The title includes Lord of the Earth and King of Humanity.
Countless orcs were awakened by the cries, and flocks of them swarmed towards Barad-dur. The flames of Mount Doom also poured out, and countless weapons and equipment with malicious meanings were forged on it and distributed one by one.
The evil minions gathered together.
The Nazgûl, riding an evil monster, let out a cold and fierce scream, looming in the dark clouds over Mordor.
With their master's orders, they flew to all directions of Mordor, and when they came back, they would be bound to have endless armies.
The first person to feel that something was wrong was naturally Ecthelion, who lived on the top floor of the White City. Within a period of time, letters about the movements of Mordor came like snowflakes.
"The number of orcs near the Sunset Window suddenly increased." "An enemy patrol is watching Osgiliath." "There are traces of enemies near Caer Andros." "It has been confirmed that Minas Ithil
Already occupied by the enemy, it has become a devil's cave again."
Even with Gandalf's reminder, Ecthelion was overwhelmed by all the news. At this time, he asked the two young people around him: "What do you think of the current news?"
The two young men are equally tall and handsome, with piercing eyes and a glow of confidence on their faces. If you look closely, they even have a slight resemblance. They are Denethor, the son of Ecthelion, and the one who transformed.
Aragorn named Thorongil.
At this time, he was already 32 years old, and his appearance was still different from when he was young. Neither Ecthelion nor Denethor, including other people in the White City, recognized Aragorn's identity.
"Father, the enemy has shown his edge. We should prepare for war, increase the number of Caer Andros and Osgilias, and prepare Pelargir's navy to deal with pirates."
Denethor, who has been reading various historical documents all year round, naturally knows what this scene in Mordor represents.
This means that Sauron has condensed his body, it means that the war has officially begun, and it also means that the orcs are preparing to invade.
Ecthelion's eyes showed admiration, and he agreed with his son's statement. Before a war, there would always be a small group of enemies trying to cross the Anduin River.
Those cruel and cunning orcs would invade human villages in the dead of night, steal everything they could, and burn what they couldn't take away.
It is necessary to strengthen vigilance.
"Sir, I have arranged for someone to send out the news of the decisive battle. I believe that the lords from all over the country will arrive soon."
Aragorn didn't give any advice on the current situation. Denethor had already said enough, but after thinking about it, he continued to add.
"Look, do you want to share the recent developments in Mordor with Lord Sengel of Rohan? According to Gandalf, the lords from all the northern tribes should arrive there soon."
This was also good advice, and Ecthelion admired this young man who suddenly appeared in Minas Tirith.
Handsome, brave, perseverant, hard-working, knowledgeable and farsighted, he is almost as good as his own son.
"Yes, at such a critical moment, we should inform King Sengel and ask them to strengthen their vigilance. Thorongir, I will leave this task to you."
Aragorn nodded and left without saying a word. He had been looking for an opportunity to leave Gondor. A war was affecting the entire Middle-earth. Aragorn could not wait in Minas Tirith. He could have contributed.
More power.
With Gondor's actions, the dark shadows became thicker and thicker in Ithilien, the land of the moon, and the dark clouds that had shrouded Mordor all year round spread to the east of the Anduin River like wild horses.
The sun can no longer protect this land, and even the star of hope flying among the dragons can't find a single crack in the thick dark clouds.
Endless armies of orcs poured out of Mordor, and their figures were everywhere in the Black Gate, Minas Morgul, mountain paths, and dark tunnels.
The defense line that Gondor finally established in the eastern part of Osgiliath only lasted less than half a day in the face of the crazy evil minions, and was ruthlessly torn apart like pieces of paper.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The remaining army had to leave the corpses on the ground and retreat to the west. However, this time Mordor directly invested unprecedented power, with hundreds of people holding iron rods in their hands.
The trolls howled and swarmed onto the bridge in the city of Osgilias, driving out of the city all the remaining human soldiers who were preparing to resist here.
The Gondor defenders in charge of Caer Andros directly encountered an unprecedented disaster. A tall, ferocious body carrying unprecedented evil attacked them.
That was Sauron. His body like a black tower was a bit taller than a troll. A black shield covered with spikes in his hand looked like it would sting people's eyes. The hideous black hammer contained a hidden meaning.
The flickering flames.
He crossed the ditch, and the rain of arrows could not hurt him at all. He approached the city wall, and even the powerful crossbows bought from the dwarves could not stop him. He approached the city gate.
"boom"
There was a loud noise like thunder, and the thick and iron-barred door shattered like glass in front of Sauron. Desperate laughter rumbled at this moment.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Terror instantly filled the entire fortress. The Gondor defenders looked at the orc army like a black ocean, screaming and shouting as they poured into the city. The despair in their eyes seemed to have turned into reality.
Screams were heard one after another under the dark clouds. Under the attack of waves of orcs, the castle was soon completely lost. Only a small number of defenders escaped from the bloody and cruel Kel'an without looking back.
Delos.
In less than two months, things have deteriorated beyond control. Evil is about to cover the Pelennor Plains, and even the glory of the White City is cast into a shadow.
Sauron walked out of Osgiliath, which had completely fallen, and looked at Minas Tirith in the distance. With a wave of the black hammer in his hand, countless armies filed out of the ruins, and a large amount of supplies
Pushed by slaves amidst the sound of whips, they headed towards the White City along the road built by Gondor.
Half a month later, Minas Tirith was besieged. A large number of siege towers, ladders, and trebuchets were gradually built by ant-like orcs, as well as a siege ram that was enough to make people fear at a glance.
, it was refined by Sauron after his master's weapon, and it had extremely evil and terrifying power.
The gate of White City is made of steel, mithril and dwarf magic. The hammer in his hand alone is not enough to break through, so Sauron prepared a better one.
Ecthelion's reaction was not unpleasant. After receiving the news of the enemy's movements, he immediately sent out a messenger. However, before he could receive a reply, a large number of enemies had already begun to ravage the entire Pelennor Plain.
Dots of fire and streaks of black smoke represented the once-rich farms and orchards. A large number of displaced people fled to Minas Tirith, and countless people did not escape.
All this happened too fast. Ecthelion was still waiting for his allies to join up. In the blink of an eye, Sauron arrived first, and the reinforcements from the lords of Gondor were also delayed for some reason.
Less than.
The darkness outside the city became thicker and thicker, and the orcs' scarlet eyes flickered in and out of the trenches getting closer and closer to the city wall. Ecthelion, who personally supervised the battle, looked at everything in front of him, and his heart became heavier and heavier.
There are only less than 2,000 Royal Guards in the city, plus the hurried Lord Los Arnach, there are less than 4,000 regular troops in total, plus the conscripted militia and those who spontaneously took up arms and wanted to
The total number of civilians guarding their homes is just over seven thousand.
If such a force wants to deal with the overwhelming Mordor, there is no possibility of success at all.
As the prime minister of Gondor, Ecthelion wanted to stand here and resist the enemy's attack together with the soldiers, and his grandson also refused the arrangement to leave and stood firmly by his father's side.
They still have hope, reinforcements are on the way.
Days like this continued until one cold morning.
A huge roar sounded in the air, and correspondingly, huge stones hit the solid wall of Baicheng.
The broken stones are carved with familiar and exquisite patterns, and it is even more obvious that they come from Osgiliath.
The dark army of Mordor approached the city wall of Minas Tirith amidst the terrifying noise of the trebuchets. The boundless orc army plus dozens of massive siege towers overwhelmed the city wall.
The defenders on top showed a desperate look.
It is impossible to resist such evil, and it is impossible for soldiers on the city wall to defend it alone. This is a battle to the death, and the difference is only sooner or later.
Ecthelion patrolled the city walls, boosting the morale of the soldiers with impassioned words.
There are their relatives in the city, which is also their home. The orcs of Mordor have never been in the habit of treating captives well. Surrendering will only make them miserable slaves, or even worse, they may even become food in their mouths.
The prestige of the prime minister's family and the belief in guarding their homeland stabilized the precarious morale on the city wall. When they learned that they had a supporting army, the radiance of hope appeared on their faces again.
Arrows as dense as raindrops knocked over enemy troops one after another. The trebuchets in the city also began to make a rumbling sound. After hitting the enemy, the round stone bullets rolled far away, driving out a path.
A dark and filthy passage.
The dwarf crossbow fired like thunder, and each shot could cause huge damage to the huge troll, stopping the siege vehicle as tall as a spire and the terrifying battering ram in place.
This effectively slowed down the orcs' siege.
Sauron, who was looking at everything coldly from a distance, not caring about the death of his men at all, waved his hand, and another group of orcs mixed with tall trolls approached the city wall.
He will capture Gondor's most important Minas Tirith in this wave of attacks today and completely cut off its connection with Rohan. By then, he will have plenty of ways to attack other places.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Following the will of the Dark Lord, countless orcs and a large number of trolls died on the way to Minas Tirith.
Corpses even filled the trenches the defenders had hastily dug.
At the cost of countless men's lives, Sauron's carefully prepared battering ram "Grund" also arrived under the city gate.
"Dong~~"
With a loud noise like thunder, the clouds in the sky seemed to be affected and rolled more violently. The entire city wall near the city gate was trembling. After the bright silver gate was hit by a huge attack, a deep hole appeared.
The ground is dented, but it remains firm in place.
The defenders near the city gate still resisted very tenaciously, and countless orcs died under the rocks and trees. The trolls who were attacked became so angry that they trampled to death any orcs who dared to block the way.
But soon someone will drag these corpses aside, and other orcs will continue to occupy this position.
"Dong~~"
There was another loud noise, and the door was still strong. At this time, Sauron stepped on countless blood and fire and came to the front of the door. He stretched out his right hand wearing the Supreme Ring, and the ancient and evil language rang out.
"Boom"
The third loud bang sounded loudly due to Sauron's vicious spell and the fierce impact of "Gronde", and the door was blown into pieces at this time.
Whether it was the soldiers on the city wall or the elite guards guarding the city gate, they were all enveloped by a huge wave of fear, and their faces were full of panic when the bowstrings stopped ringing.
Countless black blood and corpses set off Sauron's tall and ferocious body, making him look evil and terrifying.
Thick smoke accompanied by blazing flames swept through the streets filled with fear and despair. Sauron broke through the flames and pressed forward, causing everyone who saw him to flee in panic.
At this time, the siege tower had also been erected on the city wall, and countless Uruks wearing thick steel plates came out and fought with the guards on the city wall.