Most of the main generals of Gondor and Rohan gathered here. On the Gondor side, Aragorn was the leader, with Boromir and Faramir as assistants. On the Rohan side, King Théoden was still the leader, with Eomer as his deputy.
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Aragorn has not yet ascended the throne. He is stubborn and determined not to ascend the throne and become king before Mordor is destroyed.
In addition, the Fellowship of the Ring was also invited to participate in this discussion regarding the strategic deployment of Mordor.
The host of the meeting is Gandalf, and given his identity and status, it is most appropriate.
Russell found a corner to sit next to, and behind him stood the Dengdan warrior Herbala, who was serving tea and water.
"Brother, do you want to smoke water or drink cigarettes? I have the best tobacco in the Shire, so I'll light it up for you!"
Russell nodded and took the pipe handed to him by Herbara. He was doing as the Romans do. Except for the elves, all other races in Middle-earth carry a pipe with them. Aragorn and Gandalf were no exception.
"Brother, you worked hard just eating, how about... let me give you a squeeze on your shoulders?"
Herbala smiled flatteringly and stood behind Russell. He was a tall man close to 2 meters tall. Standing bent down, he was a head shorter than Russell when he sat down. It was really difficult for him.
"Well, work harder, you're pretty good at it."
"Everywhere, big brother cultivates it well!"
Herbala was very happy. When he called him eldest brother, Russell did not deny it. Although he did not agree, it was a signal that Russell acquiesced in his younger brother.
If you can save your life and recognize a big brother who can transform into a dragon and cause a huge flood at will, shame is nothing.
Helbala was not ashamed but proud, and even a little proud. He felt the envious and jealous looks of many generals, including those from Rohan and Gondor.
The pressure of competition was very high. Heerbala secretly scolded a group of people who tended to follow the trend and gave himself a thumbs up. Fortunately, he had quick feet, otherwise it would have been someone else who pinched Russell's shoulders.
Gandalf rolled his eyes. The mature Maia was strict with himself and looked down upon those who were greedy for pleasure. For example, when he was promoted to white robes, was it promoted throughout the continent?
No!
"Ahem!"
Gandalf coughed lightly, indicating that the meeting had officially begun. He shook his white robe and waited for everyone's eyes to stay on him for three seconds before he slowly spoke.
"Everyone, we have won the battle of Paliano Plains, but this is not the final victory. The real test begins now!"
After hearing Gandalf's speech, everyone in the meeting hall was whispering to each other. Russell watched quietly from the side. The bad old man started to deceive people again.
In Russell's eyes, Gandalf is a deceiver, but in Gandalf's own eyes, he is leading the human race to overthrow Sauron's evil rule, thereby completing a transformation and rising to become the master of Middle-earth.
"Everyone, please be quiet!"
The task given by his superiors was very difficult. Gandalf looked solemn and continued: "The dark forces are very powerful. Sauron will definitely not give up after suffering a defeat. I can feel that behind the walls of Mordor, the enemy is regrouping his army.
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Mordor has a vast territory. Take Gondor and Rohan alone, neither population nor land can be compared with Mordor. The number of orc armies has always been far greater than that of Rohan and Gondor. This is true for everyone here
All the generals knew it.
Therefore, when they heard Gandalf's words, they were all worried. Years of wars had consumed too much national strength, and both countries needed to recuperate.
If given a choice, they really don't want to fight!
"Everyone, Gondor, Rohan and Mordor are separated by a mountain. In order to realize his ambition to conquer Middle-earth, Sauron will continue to send troops to us until we are completely wiped out. The elves are far away and the dwarves don't care about war. We
I am alone and have no one to rely on but myself!"
After Gandalf finished speaking, he sat down. The topic had been opened and it was time for others to participate in the discussion.
"Don't worry about them. We once blocked the army of Mordor outside the Anduin River, and we will not make any exception in the future."
"That's right. As long as the two countries work together and rely on strong city walls, Sauron's minions can be blocked at the door of the house."
"No, we no longer have a city wall. The orcs destroyed the city wall before crossing the river."
"It can still be rebuilt. As long as Gondor still exists, there will be as many city walls as we need!"
"The speed of construction can never be faster than the speed of destruction."
"Then what do you think we should do?"
"Offence, offense is the best defense. No matter how strong the city wall is, it cannot be defended every time. If we rely on defense, we will die miserably."
"It's a joke. Mordor is surrounded by mountains on three sides. The number of defenders is several times ours. How to attack and what to use to attack?"
"But defending the city wall will only lead to death!"
"We can hold on, just like before."
"It's different. The decisive battle is coming. Mordor's army will no longer be just a test as before."
"..."
The generals of the two countries quarreled and were roughly divided into two camps. One side insisted on a defensive strategy, while the other side believed that it was time to pursue the victory and expand the results.
Both sides had very good reasons, and no one could convince the other, and the argument was red-faced.
"Everyone, please be quiet. This is the meeting hall of the royal capital. Don't embarrass yourself in front of your ancestors." Théoden slapped his hand on the table. If he didn't stop it, the rough gentlemen would start fighting.
"Aragorn, what's your opinion?"
Théoden frowned. The defense was certain to die, but the attack saw no possibility of victory. He was hesitant and wanted to hear what Aragorn had to say.
The generals shut their mouths decisively. They were ministers and shouted at the top of their lungs. The final decision rested with the two kings.
"Standing on the city wall will undoubtedly lead to defeat, and the chance of winning by actively sending troops to attack Mordor is extremely slim, but..." Aragorn pondered for a moment and said: "We can destroy the Supreme Lord of the Rings. As long as Sauron dies, with the half-orcs' loose habits, we will only
If they are divided into tribes fighting among themselves, Mordor will have nothing to fear."
The Supreme Lord of the Rings!
Hearing this word, the breathing in the meeting hall became heavier. The generals' eyes stayed on the members of the Fellowship of the Ring, with greedy expressions on their faces.
Clang!
Two sword sounds sounded at the same time. Aragorn and Théoden pulled out their swords and put them on the table, scaring everyone from daring to move rashly.
Humans are the most greedy of the three major races. Gandalf stood up with a slight disappointment and continued to preside over the meeting. He discussed with the two kings and dispersed the generals who were not determined, leaving only a few people and those who knew Frodo.
He is a member of the Ring Bearer's Ring Guard Team.
"The Eye of Sauron is always monitoring Mount Doom. If you want to destroy the Supreme Lord of the Rings, you must divert his attention elsewhere..."
Seeing that no one was talking, Russell took the initiative to stand up and be the villain. His meaning was very clear. It was time to form an army of cannon fodder and die.