Chapter 249 The Shadow Approaches

"Open the city gate!"

At dusk, all the wandering rangers returned, changed their equipment and climbed onto the city wall, joining the garrison and becoming one of them.

Compared with the soldiers who came to support from the roadside fort, these rangers were obviously more calm, because they were already used to fighting, used to wandering in the wilderness, tracking, and fighting every three or two days.

"If I had known I would have gone to study the ranger profession."

Some soldiers couldn't help but think.

It's just that fighting - a matter of life and death, is never an easy job.

If you are really on the battlefield, is it a different state of mind...?

"The situation is very serious. The Oak army is approaching. I think we can see it before the sun sets."

"It's really serious."

In the camp, a soldier looked at the steak in his hand and said, "This piece of meat is a bit overcooked and difficult to bite."

"Have you considered stewing it?" Another soldier who came to deliver the news began to think of a way for him.

"I'm afraid it's too late."

"That's really bad. Let me think about it, why not try to chop it into fine pieces, add some spices, and eat it with bread?"

"I've heard of this way of eating. The lord said it's called 'Rouga Mo'."

"Mountain?"

"Just a different kind of flatbread."

"It sounds pretty good, I want to try it."

"Then try, while there is still some time, we have to hurry up."

"good!"

With that said, the two of them found a wooden board, put the meat on it, took out the dagger, and thought about finding an angle to attack.

What a pity.

"gather!"

A shout stopped the movements of the two soldiers, and they hurriedly ran in the direction of the sound, not forgetting to take two bites of bread in a hurry while running.

I was busy studying the Roujiamo and delayed eating.

"you…"

An instructor looked at the crumbs remaining on the two people's mouths and was speechless for a while.

"Wipe your mouth."

"yes!"

The two of them did so.

These kids…

The instructor was quite helpless.

‘May courage and good fortune bless you. ’

Silence returned to the city wall, and the soldiers' spirits became tense. Their senses were fully mobilized at this moment, and they perceived everything they could with high intensity, without missing any detail.

Boom, boom…

The ground in the distance trembled.

hiss--

The frightening screams sounded. It was obvious that the spirits of the soldiers were weakened, and the breathing of many people was trembling, including the homeless.

"Have courage!"

Sensing that their own soldiers were affected, Gandalf and Faroldan walked back and forth on the city wall. Whenever they passed a place, the morale of the soldiers there would be boosted.

Like a ball of fire on a winter night, it drives away the cold.

But no matter how big the fire ball is, it can't light up the whole night. When the two people leave, fear will quickly spread and quickly climb into the heart.

"This is much more exciting than the corpse demon."

A ranger team leader with an outstanding graduate medal on his shoulder looked at the three dark figures in the distance, and his breathing quickened unconsciously.

"Keep your mind!"

Gandalf shouted over and over again on the walls, running around, igniting hope in people's hearts with his magical words and the shining rings on his hands.

The cold wind howls, but the fire remains strong and unquenchable.

Even if it sways and trembles.

"Wizard, your power is no match for ours!!"

Unpleasant laughter came from the distance, and the Orc army stopped at a certain distance from the city wall, which was just a little farther than the limit distance of the fireworks and rockets.

When the army stopped, a dozen giant beasts wearing steel armor rushed to the front of the military formation and took up positions, acting as powerful vanguard units.

"roar!"

Seeing the behemoth vanguard in place, Oak couldn't help roaring and began to become restless.

It wasn't until the Nazgul glanced behind them that they returned to silence.

Gandalf narrowed his eyes.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that this army from Moria... seems a little disobedient.

The army has reached the city, but Li Wei is still missing from the north.

"Bahrain."

"Hmm?"

Hearing Gandalf calling him, Balin calmed down and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his hand.

He looked away and asked: "What's wrong, Gandalf, do you want me to jump over now and give each of those three guys a try?"

"You better be able to."

Not in the mood to joke anymore, Gandalf said, "You have to act calmer for a while. I'm sure you can do it."

"Okay, don't worry, it will definitely work."

call--

Balin let out a long breath and returned to his usual state.

"That's good."

As he spoke, Gandalf led him to the top of the door, sat there, and stared at the Nazgul.

"I always feel that something is not right about the situation. We have to hold on here until Levi comes back."

Fifteen thousand Oaks are nothing. If it were just Oaks, even if these people on our side didn't defend the city, they could just rush out and fight them in the field.

The key is the big guys standing in front and the Nazgul.

The Nazgul threatened again, but Gandalf did not respond. He just sat on the wall and looked at the army below indifferently.

There was even time for a small glass of wine.

Highlight one's calmness and calmness, and remain calm in times of crisis.

Beside him, Bahrain also smiled and looked meaningfully at the enemy troops below.

Although he himself didn't know why he did this.

"Gandalf, what are we doing?" Balin asked quietly with a smile.

Gandalf answered without turning his head:

"Levi once told me some interesting stories, and I think some of the methods in them may be worth trying."

"So what are we doing?"

"Delaying time."

Boom!

The war drums sounded, but the Orcs did not attack.

The three Ringwraiths stopped on horseback in front of the army, looked at each other, and did not move for a while.

"Only the wizard, that person is not here."

"Our spies have no news of him at all."

Sometimes, the scary thing is not the powerful enemy, but not knowing where the enemy is.

Why can't he stay in his own territory.

Even the Ringwraiths are troubled by this.

In front of the battle, two Ringwraiths kept communicating in the shadows, while the third Ringwraith was quite quiet, just sitting on the horse silently like a real armor, motionless.

"What do you think?"

Finally, when the other two Ringwraiths could not come up with a definite idea after communicating for a long time, they asked this Ringwraith.

"Attack directly."

His answer was also quite concise.

The relationship between the three Ringwraiths seemed a little subtle. The third Ringwraith, who was relatively silent, seemed insignificant and of low status, but as soon as he expressed his opinion, the other two Ringwraiths immediately chose to execute it.

Maybe his status was not high, but the attitude of the Ringwraiths towards his words was quite consistent:

If there is no better way, it is better to listen.

Swish——

The Morgul sword was drawn from the waist, and a harsh sound rang out:

"Kill!!!"

The war broke out quite abruptly. As the order was issued, a large number of stones were thrown into the air and thrown at the city wall.

Boom!

Under the bombardment, even the strong territory wall was smashed out with several square gaps. Although the gaps that were smashed were only the outermost layer of skin, it was still a wall when you looked inside.

"Fire!"

On the city wall, archers drew their bows in unison, sending batches of arrows to the army. A large number of orcs fell down, and the behemoths in the front were densely pierced with arrows wherever there was no armor.

"Roar!!"

The behemoth roared, trying to cover up the pain with anger, but the next moment a flaming arrow rushed into its mouth and set it on fire.

"Free fire!"

When the enemy approached a certain distance, Farodan issued an order.

"Attack the behemoth with fire arrows!"

As another order was issued, hundreds of archers with fire arrows on their bows turned around and concentrated on attacking the approaching behemoths, and then a raging flame rose.

This time, even if they were not afraid of the pain of arrows piercing their bodies, the behemoths had to go through the test of the fire before they could continue to move forward.

The behemoths in the front fell to the ground with a bang. They struggled and rolled, trying to extinguish the bright flames on their bodies.

Seeing that the charge failed and the prepared siege equipment could not even get close, the Ringwraiths exerted their strength again.

Hiss——

Accompanied by a terrifying cry, an arrow emitting green light suddenly attacked. Farodan dodged to the side, but was directly hit by the second arrow.

Obviously, the existence of the arrow had predicted his evasive action.

The arrow broke, and an unreasonable huge force came from the tip of the arrow. Farodan flew backwards like a rag. Just when he was about to fly out of the edge of the city wall and roll down, a cane stopped him at the critical moment.

"Cough cough..."

Bleeding began to spurt out of his abdomen, life gradually drained away, the world in front of his eyes spun, and his head fell to one side uncontrollably.

Life in the mortal world is always so fragile. A little accident or unexpected loss can greatly shorten the distance between them and death.

"Keep the rhythm!"

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When Farodan fell to the ground, another experienced instructor immediately took over his command.

"How are you?"

Gandalf hurriedly checked his injuries.

"It's okay, don't worry about me."

Gulp...

While speaking, Farodan quickly took out two bottles of potion and poured them into his mouth, one white and one pink, containing milk and healing potion respectively.

After a while, when the milk and potion were finished, he stood up, his body restored to its original state, only the damage and distortion of the armor showed that he had indeed suffered some kind of heavy blow.

"I can still fight."

As if——

The ghostly black figure suddenly rushed to the foot of the city wall, and strangely climbed up along the smooth wall without any leverage point.

Until the top floor.

"Ah!!"

A scream came from the left, and several soldiers fell to the ground with horrified faces. They all had at least one wound on their bodies, and fragments of Morgul's blade remained in them.

The fragment will move towards the heart by itself, and the poison and evil power on it will also work at the same time, constantly torturing the owner of the wound, so that what is reflected in their pupils is no longer the scene in front of them, but the nightmare that they fear the most in their hearts.

If there is no treatment, they will continue to be tortured by this nightmare and severe heart-piercing pain until they die.

And death is not the final destination. If they are unlucky, some people will be gradually pulled into the shadow world during this torture and degenerate into a terrifying ghost - that is, a corpse demon.

"Stop!"

Farodan shouted angrily, drew out the ancient long sword at his waist and rushed over, using all his strength to attack the Ringwraith.

Clang!

The Barrow Sword and the Blade of Morgul met, and the two Ringwraiths competed with each other, and for a while they were evenly matched.

The soldiers who were unfortunately injured by the Blade of Morgul were taken away and fed milk and healing potions by others.

Even so, some people with weak wills still did not wake up from the nightmare and were still in a coma, even though their bodies had returned to normal.

The competition on the wall continued, but after all, they had just recovered, and it was visible to the naked eye that Farodan seemed a little weak at some moments.

It was almost impossible for a mortal to defeat the Ringwraiths alone. The Ringwraiths could make many mistakes, but as long as the opponent of the Ringwraith was hit once, he would be miserable.

The person who was hit by the sword would either summon up great courage to fight back before the nightmare, disease and heart-piercing pain began to attack, or be executed in the nightmare, or, even more disgustingly, the Ringwraiths would watch him being tortured to death slowly.

"Stand back!"

Gandalf raised his staff, and the light on it was bright. The Ringwraiths fighting with Faroddan had to hide in the shadows to avoid this light and stay away for the time being.

"It's two to one now."

To force the Ringwraiths back, Gandalf drew out Glamdring, and as the ring in his hand flashed, a flame wrapped around the sword, making the blade red.

No matter what it is, it will definitely not feel good if it is hit by this sword.

Whoosh——

A gust of cold wind blew, and the terrifying laughter echoed in the sky. The soldiers couldn't help but look up, and saw that the other two Ringwraiths had climbed up the wall at some point and appeared at a high place.

The three terrifying figures suddenly fell on everyone's mind like a mountain, and the feeling of powerlessness like facing a natural disaster like a mountain torrent and an avalanche climbed up the spine and crushed the waist and back.

Boom!

At the same time, a vibration sounded from the city gate below.

Six giant beasts carried huge siege weapons with evil flames on the front and slammed into the city gate.

With just one blow, cracks appeared on the city gate, and it was about to collapse.

Boom! !

The second blow, some debris fell, and the place where it was hit even had a slight bend.

Maybe the next impact will be when the gate is damaged.

The last ray of light in the sky disappeared.

"Your sun has set."

The Ringwraiths slowly drew out their weapons and announced.

Shadows covered the earth.

…

On the other side, in the wilderness of Rhovanion, a figure on horseback ran wildly along the Wine Road, crossed the ferry all the way, stepped onto the Valley Road, and rushed to the Valley City almost non-stop.

When the sun set, the city finally appeared in front of us.

Huh——

The horses panted heavily, constantly emitting the heat accumulated in their bodies.

An elf quickly dismounted and looked around, looking like he was looking for something.

"I have never seen an elf like you, you are full of worldly breath."

Just then, a voice came from behind.

"It is not undesirable to integrate into the secular behavior, and there are many amazing wisdoms in the secular world."

The elf answered subconsciously, and then turned back to look at the person who asked the question.

"Who are you?"

"Legolas, from the Black Forest."

"What about you, where are you from and who are you?"

Legolas asked the elf in front of him curiously.

Most elves in Middle-earth like to find a place to stay until the end of time, and basically don't communicate with the outside world. After a long time, they will naturally have a quiet and elegant temperament, which cannot be washed away for a while, even if Legolas has been out for so many years.

But this elf is really unique. People who see him for the first time will definitely be attracted by his luxurious and elegant temperament, but after careful experience, they can also detect the feeling that he is more similar to humans.

That is a sense of openness that can only be cultivated by long-term frequent contact with the outside world, or in layman's terms, it looks more down-to-earth.

"So you are a relative of the Black Forest. Greetings to you."

The elf politely performed a common elf greeting, and then replied: "Orohir, from Dorwinian, an ordinary wine estate operator."

"Dorwinian... I know you. The last time an elf from Dorwinian visited the Black Forest was a thousand years ago. Are you all right there?"

"Still the same as before."

Orrohir responded and asked: "We can talk about reminiscing about the past later. I came here this time because I have something urgent to tell the ruler here."

"Do you know Levi? I heard that he is the lord here."

Legolas was stunned.

"Of course, we are friends, and there is almost no one here who doesn't know him."

"That's great, where is he now, can you show me the way?"

"What is your relationship with him?"

This sentence has a bit of interrogation, but Orlothir didn't mind, he replied:

"Like you, I am a friend of him, he once deposited a horse with me, that horse is very strange, doesn't eat, and has a weird personality and is almost impossible to communicate with, which gave my groom a headache for several days."

"Okay, I believe it."

Seeing Orlothir say these words, Legolas also confirmed the identity of the elf in front of him.

If Levi is not someone he trusts more, he will not hand over his mount to him for safekeeping.

"Levi is not here. The executive officer here, or his deputy, has also left. They are leading their troops to the west of the Misty Mountains to prepare for a war."

"I am going there too."

Legolas did not hide too much from this relative who was not only Levi's friend, but also had a good relationship with his family.

But when he heard these words, Orrothir was not calm.

"In other words, the defense here is empty and there is no general stationed?"

"Yes."

Legolas nodded, and suddenly noticed a hint of unusual meaning.

"And the Lonely Mountain."

He said: "The army of the Dwarf Kingdom is still there. Their king has a good relationship with Levi. If there is anything, he will definitely not sit idly by. Do you want to see him?"

"If what you said is true, then I will go to see him."

Orothir did not think much.

The elves of Dorwinian have no grudges with the dwarves, and naturally there is no prejudice. He does not mind talking to the dwarves.

"Well, let's set off immediately."

"Get on my horse."

Seeing that Orrohir's horse didn't look like it could still run, Legolas led his own horse and motioned for him to get on.

So the two elves from different regions quickly marched towards Erebor.

"May I ask what you want to say?"

During the short journey, Legolas asked the elf who was coming from afar behind him.

"Shadow."

Orrohir said:

"The shadow in the east is approaching here."