The orcs who were responsible for breaking the city were so overwhelmed by the momentum that they could not lift their heads. In a moment, they were defeated, either beheaded on the spot, or jumped into the culvert and river to escape for their lives.
The second attack was temporarily repelled!
After looking at the dilapidated city gate, Aragorn knew that the next wave of attack would come soon. He could not retreat from the enemy outside the gate, so he hurriedly returned to the castle and started repairing the gate.
It was getting late, and without the feared sunlight, the orc army joined the siege team. The Dunlanders were basically dead. Looking down from the deep stream wall, they were all densely packed with orcs and strong orcs.
This time, their attack was more fierce than before. The orcs crowded the open space in front of the city wall, like a tide, beating against the wall of the deep stream again and again.
The defenders shot all their arrows and instead used rolling logs and boulders to meet the enemy. Well, there was one man who didn't shoot all his arrows.
Legolas!
His arrow pot has a reset function and will be automatically filled every time a battle is completed.
From Rivendell to the mines of Moria, from the Misty Mountains to the Kingdom of Rohan, Legolas never replenished arrows, because the elves' longbows were different from other races, such as the short arrows of the orcs.
It can't be used either.
Therefore, this is the magic from the elves. Archers will not die without arrows to shoot!
Legolas could kill three to four orcs with one arrow. Under his leadership, the defenders fought fiercely, and corpses piled up under the wall of the deep stream.
After running out of rolling logs and boulders, the long ladders and hooks of the orc coalition began to come in handy. They climbed up the city wall and began the most brutal hand-to-hand combat with the blocking defenders.
…
Russell, on his side, tortured the three Nazgul without any haste. As they continued to resurrect, their strength continued to decline like an ebb. From dusk to now, their strength had regressed to the point where it was almost the same as that of ordinary Orc soldiers.
Russell also saw that the mission of the three Nazgul was to hold him back and prevent him from joining the battle to defend the city.
Several strong orcs with sly eyebrows were holding two large vats and quietly sneaked towards the Horn Keep against the wall of the valley. As soon as Russell looked up, three Nazgul roared and launched a suicidal attack on him.
Russell sneered and swept across with his peerless blade, cutting off the three Nazgul at the waist. Electric arcs flashed all over his body, and a giant silver-white wolf pounced out, rushing in front of several powerful orcs with sly eyebrows and rat-like eyes.
White light blooms!
Rumble!!!
Accompanied by an earth-shaking loud noise, a fireball with a diameter of tens of meters rose into the sky. Air waves visible to the naked eye spread on the ground, and shock waves swept in all directions, as if the entire valley was shaking.
The violent explosion blew away hundreds of orcs in the surrounding area. The valley cliffs opened a gap as wide as one person, and gravel peeled off, burying half of the valley.
This loud noise, after passing through the unique environment of the valley, amplified to a deafening level. Both the defenders of the Horn Castle and the frantically attacking orc coalition subconsciously stopped and looked in the direction of the explosion.
"Holy shit, what the hell is this, TNT?"
Russell stood up holding the peerless blade. He knew that Saruman had a trump card to destroy the city, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful. The stupid man stood there and was almost shocked to death.
Magic power spread throughout the body, and the Big Wolf tattoo slowly repaired the damaged internal organs. Russell bared his teeth and looked at the dead nightmare at his feet, secretly saying that this time the pretense was too failed, and even the spare ingredients were lost.
"Oh oh oh----"
"Must win! Must win————"
The shouts on the Horn Fort were loud, and the soldiers guarding the city raised their weapons and cheered. Master Russell used his attack again, directly destroying half of the valley. It was really powerful.
Hundreds of orcs died directly, with countless serious and minor injuries, and more than a thousand of them lost their combat effectiveness. Fear flashed in the eyes of the surviving orcs, and they were driven off the city wall by the morale-boosted defenders. All the hard-won victory was in vain.
Although he didn't know what happened, he heard someone shouting his name. As the only living person in the area covered by the explosion, Russell straightened his back subconsciously.
Many years ago, truth and lies took a bath by the river. Lies were washed first and left wearing the clothes of truth, but truth refused to wear clothes of lies.
Later, people only saw lies in real clothes and were unwilling to accept the naked truth!
Russell knew this truth very well and knew that no one would believe him no matter how hard he explained, so he gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, unwilling to accept the notoriety of being an executioner.
Yes, I did it!
The orcs looked at Russell in fear. Facing such a powerful enemy, they saw no possibility of victory. Their morale dropped again and again, and the momentum of the siege was affected. They turned around without the commander giving an order.
Running wildly out of the valley.
The Essinger coalition was repulsed, and their courage remained in the Horn Castle. Even if they were given another 30,000 troops, they would not dare to take another step into the valley.
"Win! We won!"
"The orcs have been driven away, long live the Kingdom of Rohan!"
"Long live the mage!!!"
"..."
With torches held high on the city wall, Théoden decisively ordered the 300 cavalry in the castle to attack and inflict a blow on Isengard's army. At the same time, he sent people to the grassland and ordered 2,000 cavalry to arrive tomorrow morning to drive the orcs back to Isengard in one go.
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At dawn, the morning sun shines down, and there are many shadows in the forest. If you look carefully, you will find that these giant trees are moving on their own.
It was Gandalf. He rushed to the outside of the valley with 300 tree reinforcements and had 30 seconds to transform into the battlefield.
"Treebeard, can you go faster?" Gandalf sat on the shoulders of the tree leader and couldn't help but urge him.
He had found his old friend Treebeard three days ago, but tree people were so slow in their habits that it took them a whole day and a night to convene a meeting of leaders just to say hello to each other.
"Hahaha, Gandalf, don't worry, we have arrived at the battlefield." Treebeard said slowly, as if he would fly back to the west at any time.
"No, I'm worried that I can't hear the sound of fighting even though I'm here..."
"Don't worry, they will definitely be able to hold on until you rush back." Treebeard advised.
"I hope so..." Gandalf glanced at Treebeard with a hint of resentment. The tree man was too slow. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to be so worried: "Treebeard, your people must be careful in the upcoming battle.
"
"What's wrong?"
Gandalf's face straightened: "The coalition of Orcs and Orcs is extremely ferocious. They are murderous and fearless. They will not lose the courage to fight just because you are bigger. They will only use more violent charges to hurt you.
"
"Oh, it's so terrible!"
"Yes, with a coalition of 30,000 orcs, the Rohan people have a very slim chance of winning against them." Gandalf was worried and added: "They are certainly brave, but the gap in strength... is too obvious."
"Uuuuuuu——"
While the two were talking, the horn of Rohan suddenly sounded from the plain in front of the valley. Gandalf was shocked: "Oops, the Horn Castle has been lost, and the Rohan people are breaking out!"
"Oh, then we have to hurry up..."
The 300 tree men quickened their pace and walked out of the forest.
Directly ahead, a dense coalition of orcs was charging, no, fleeing, in the direction of Isengard. The orcs' eyes were filled with fear, and they abandoned their helmets and armor and ran away crying.
The people of Rohan, who Gandalf said had "a slim chance of winning", looked like ferocious wolves, wielding butcher knives to kill the fleeing orcs.
"Hahaha, run! If you don't run, my knife will fall!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill them all, don't let anyone go!"
"I have run out of arrows. If anyone still has arrows, please give me a bunch!"