Théoden sat in the high tower in the inner courtyard of the fortress, while the other generals led the army to guard the Deepstream Wall. Aragorn and Eomer were both commanding here, because this was the section of the wall most likely to be breached.
The dark clouds were overwhelming, and it was already late at night. Legolas and Gimli stood beside Russell, waiting for the war to come.
"The human city wall is not very friendly to us dwarves. I can't see anything." Gimli complained depressedly. The city wall was just as high as his head, and he couldn't see the scene outside the city even if he stood on tiptoe.
"Isn't this great? The enemy thought there were no defenders here, but they rushed up and were knocked down by you with an axe. You don't know how they died." Russell looked at Gimli and said with a smile.
"That's right, being short has its advantages. Orcs' bows and arrows can't hit you." Legolas followed up with a last-ditch attack.
What kind of leader there is, there will naturally be what kind of team members. Gandalf, the spiritual leader of the Fellowship of the Ring, and Russell, the head chef of the three meals a day, are in charge of the spirit and body of the team internally and externally.
Under the influence of these two people, the team members became much more active than in the original work. They tore off the pretense of being sullen and coquettish, and became coquettish on the outside. At least their ability to hurt others was much better than before.
Russell thought it was great. It was just a gift. It wasn’t the end of the world. Why was it so serious?
…
Time passed slowly, the wildfires were bright in the valley ahead, and Essinger's army had arrived.
The soldiers guarding the city could clearly see the orc army holding torches in a square array and marching silently.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
The sound of footsteps was like thunder, all the soldiers guarding the city felt their scalps numb, and everything in the valley below was like a nightmare.
There were densely packed black figures, all tall and short, fat and thin, wearing helmets and armor and holding black shields. Thousands of enemies kept walking into the valley, and black waves rolled in, lapping at the cliffs on both sides.
The distance stretches endlessly.
Russell frowned. Gandalf was right. The coalition forces of Isengard and Mordor were approaching, but the 200 handsome elves did not show up. The elves chose to ignore it.
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"Legolas, do you know what a Dunlander is?" Russell asked. It's incredible that there are humans among the army of orcs and orcs.
"The Dunlanders are mountain people, warlike and predatory. They like to get something for nothing and are not tolerated by Rohan and Gondor." Legolas explained.
"He's just a robber!"
"Yes, why do you ask this suddenly?" Legolas was puzzled.
"Among the 30,000 troops, there are Dunlanders, and they have taken refuge in Isengard." Russell said.
"Hey, damn scum, I hope they become the food of the orcs!" Gimli raised his head, and his spit jumped over the city wall and fell below.
Rumble!!!
A bolt of thunder flashed across the sky, and the dazzling white light illuminated the darkness for an instant, allowing one to glimpse the tip of the iceberg of the huge army in the distance.
Like a black river, the pitch-black color is despairing. It seems to be much more than the number of 30,000!
On the city wall, the defenders of Rohan nervously held their swords. Only 2,000 of them were regular soldiers, and the rest were improvised civilians.
Farmers, blacksmiths, stableboys, not only were their professions incompatible with warriors, but their age was also far from qualified. They were gray-haired old men and children about the same height as Gimli. They spontaneously responded to the call, armed with not-sharp weapons, and even
They are farm tools, not for glory or wealth, but only for the lives of themselves and their families.
Fight for survival!
Their courage is commendable, but they have not received formal training. Facing the arrogant Essinger coalition, they all look desperate and frightened at this moment.
There is nothing to blame. Even if Legolas and Gimli, two experienced elites, have sweaty palms, they can already be called heroes if they can stand here.
Rumble————
Lightning rolled in the black clouds, and heavy rain fell in the valley, extinguishing the torches of the Essinger coalition. Darkness enveloped the earth, making the air more solemn.
The majestic Horn Castle is crumbling under the storm at this moment, like a swaying boat, which may capsize at any time, and the black torrent swallowing the small boat is the constantly advancing Essinger coalition below.
The thundering footsteps drowned out the storm, and even the thunder in the sky was three times weaker at this moment.
Russell glanced at the old man behind him who was using the shield, and handed over the shield in his hand. There was only so much equipment, and there were very few militiamen assigned to the shield.
Furthermore, a shield is also a militia. It seems that there is no choice whether it should be given to an old person or a middle-aged person.
The cruelty of war can be seen everywhere!
The old man took Russell's shield and hurriedly thanked him. Then he turned around and handed the shield to the young man beside him in exchange for a wooden board.
Russell: "..."
I hate this kind of scene full of humane care. It would be better to be more cold-blooded!
"Legolas, which one is more convenient for us to defend the city, night or day?" Russell asked in a low voice.
"daytime!"
Legolas replied affirmatively: "Humans are not elves, nor are they orcs or orcs. Their vision is severely weakened at night. Some people can't even see. The dark night is not conducive to our defense of the city. Moreover, orcs are afraid of the sun."
, their strength is limited during the day, I’m sure they will launch an attack immediately.”
Rumble!!!
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and amid the roar of thunder, Russell's face turned pale. He took out a black robe and put it on, and a pair of blue eyes lit up, like ghostly fire.
The surrounding militiamen subconsciously stepped back. Russell's appearance was very eye-catching at night. He looked like a villain at first glance!
"Russell, what's wrong? Why did you suddenly change your clothes?" Gimli asked curiously.
"This suit is waterproof!"
Russell didn't tell the truth. He put on the black robe to hide his face. He was too handsome but not enough to intimidate. This is a problem shared by idols.
"Ho! Roar! Roar——"
The allied forces of Orcs and Orcs were stationed a hundred meters away from the Horn Castle. They tapped their spears on the ground, raised their hands to slap their breastplates, and roared again and again, spreading fear little by little and disintegrating the morale of the soldiers defending the city.
Legolas snorted coldly, raised his hand to nock an arrow and draw the bow, giving the enemy some color.
Russell raised his hand to hold down the arrow: "Tell Théoden that tonight is just a drill to let everyone get familiar with the atmosphere. Tomorrow is the day of the battle."
"Russell, the choice is not in our hands. The orcs will not start attacking until tomorrow." Legolas said speechlessly.
"Yes..."
Russell took out the trident and stuck it on his waist. He had an Adamantium alloy knife in one hand and a peerless blade in the other. He lightly jumped onto the city wall: "I think although they look fierce, they should be very reasonable. Maybe I can have a good talk with them."
, I agreed!”
"Russell, what are you doing? It's too dangerous!" Gimli and Legolas were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to drag Russell down.
At this moment, the roaring thunder suddenly sounded loudly, and the silver lightning flashed across the sky, bringing with it fearful power and shaking the city wall.
"It was thundering and raining again. If I didn't show off, I would feel sorry for myself..." Russell said as he raised his foot and stepped forward. Several streams of water rolled up from the ground and turned into a palm to lift him up.
Hold up.
Gimli and Legolas were both stunned, and Russell's voice rang in their ears: "Tell Theoden never to open the city gate, let alone get close to me, someone will die!"
After saying this, Russell rode the water and rushed down the castle.