Chapter 558 Battle for Baicheng!

"Send troops to Gondor and bring Arwen and the Dragonborn back!"

Saruman stood atop the Sindar Tower and issued orders to the entire Mordor army in the Black Language.

Saruman raised his right hand, put the Supreme Ring on his middle finger, and released unprecedented energy.

The endless energy eventually turned into a huge flame eye, flying to the top of the Sindar Tower, monitoring the entire Middle-earth world.

"Ho~~~~~"

Seeing the iconic flaming eyes, countless orcs, strong orcs, and trolls all let out terrifying roars, and the black army marched towards Gondor.

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The capital of Gondor, the City of White Trees, Minas Tirith is almost directly opposite Minas Morgul, the moon city of Mordor.

There is only the Anduin River between them, and they can almost be said to be face to face.

Gondor and Mordor are almost always in a head-on confrontation. It has a sense that the emperor defends the country and the king dies for the country.

At this moment, in the central hall of the deepest bunker in Gondor,

Hundreds of elves gathered here, and around the hall, there were a full 300 elves.

Wearing red cloaks and holding large candles with dim yellow light in their hands, they stood at the edge of the hall on three levels inside and three levels out, forming rings of truth.

In the middle are 30 high elves. They stand around the altar in the center of the hall, forming magic nodes.

The three elven kings stand on the six-pointed star at the core of the magic circle, serving as the core node of the entire magic circle, with a total of 333 elves.

And everything they did was to wait for the power given to Middle-earth by the gods, and the birth of the only dragonborn in the federation who could stop the evil dragon.

The elf princess Arwen is currently lying on the central altar. Her bulging belly and anxious face represent that she is about to give birth.

All the elves lowered their heads, some were praying in a low voice, and some were silent. The whole room seemed to be deathly silent, and they were all waiting here quietly.

Because the time predicted by Queen Varda has not come yet. Before that, no matter how hard they try, the Dragonborn will not be born.

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Outside the White Tree City, the dark army surged in like a tidal wave, and the darkness was suffocating.

At this moment, all the martyrs were standing on the city wall with solemn expressions, their eyes firm and determined.

They held weapons tightly in their hands and stared ahead with all their concentration, preparing for the coming battle.

((((Ouch))))

Suddenly, a roar that resounded throughout the sky echoed in everyone's ears, and huge flaming pupils were imprinted on the sky, staring at the members of the Free Federation below.

The sound was like thunder, shocking and terrifying.

Immediately afterwards, darkness instantly enveloped the entire sky, as if bringing endless shadows to the world.

The ground seemed to feel the threat and began to tremble slightly. It was the shock caused by countless enemies stepping on the ground.

As the roar lingered, countless orcs screamed and waved the weapons in their hands. Their faces were ferocious and full of killing intent.

These half-orcs are the vanguard of the dark forces, and their appearance heralds a brutal fight that is about to begin.

However, the scarier thing is yet to come.

Beyond the skyline, a huge black tide was rushing towards the castle at an alarming speed.

If you observe carefully, you can find that this black tide is actually a huge army composed of countless giant beasts and cursed orcs.

They are numerous and majestic, as frightening as the torrent of death.

Facing such a terrifying army of darkness, everyone present felt unprecedented pressure.

Their bodies trembled involuntarily, and a feeling of despair surged in their hearts.

There are simply too many people in the dark forces, and they are extremely powerful.

This evil army started from Dongfang Longyuan and fought all the way. It was overwhelming and almost wiped out all the resistance forces.

Now, they finally arrived at the City of White Trees, the capital of Gondor.

The Alliance has set up a large number of defense lines between the two sides, but they can only retreat again and again. Now there is no retreat, because Gondor is their last stronghold.

The loss of Gondor means the complete destruction of the final justice, and the entire world will be shrouded under the wings of the evil dragon.

"Good men of Gondor and Rohan, and good brothers of Men (referring to elves and dwarves, and other peace-loving races)!"

"I see it in your eyes and feel the fear in my heart..."

"One day mankind will lose its courage, we will be completely defeated, and we will all be separated from each other, but not today..."

"One day, evil will defeat justice, and the human world will be destroyed, but not today,..."

"Today, we must fight to the death for everything we cherish in the world..."

"Although the world is vast, there is nowhere to retreat. Behind us is Gondor, the alliance's last hope..."

"Send those guys back to hell, for the Free Alliance!"

"For the Alliance!"

The generals of all ethnic groups raised their weapons and shouted.

"Hoo~~"

Gandalf's words seemed to have magic power, instantly dispelling the fear in everyone's hearts.

Everyone on the battlements raised their weapons and pointed them at the dark army, roaring in unison.

"Open the city gates, or go to Europe to resist?"

Borg's rough voice reached everyone's ears.

"Roar~~~~"

However, what answered him was the roar of the Free Alliance and the uniform collision of weapons.

"Overestimate your own ability?"

Borg sneered, his eyes flashing with contempt and disdain.

He raised his finger and pointed steadily at Gandalf, who was overlooking everything on the highest terrace of the royal city, and his voice was cold and ruthless: "Attack the city!"

With this order, the huge catapult started instantly, and the heavy boulders whistled out with a sharp wind and smashed the city wall fiercely.

The huge impact force caused the city wall to shake violently. On the shining white tree city, the white tower that Gondor's former king had always been proud of could not withstand such a powerful force at this moment. It was instantly smashed into ruins and finally collapsed.

"Roar~~~"

The dark army roared in confusion, and the excitement was beyond words.

The branded orcs rode their wargs and poured into the siege tower like a tide, brandishing their weapons with a desire to fight in their eyes.

At the same time, the trolls and ogres slowly and firmly pushed the siege tower towards the City of White Trees.

"Shoot!"

As Gandalf gave the order, the sky was covered with a rain of arrows, and dense arrows poured down like raindrops.