Chapter 559 The Birth of the Dragon!

Countless orcs were shot and fell in a pool of blood, turning into hedgehogs. However, the trolls and ogres underground were not afraid. They continued to move forward under the rain of arrows and finally pushed the siege tower to the edge of the city wall.

HONG~~~

When the heavy iron wall fell down, the low wall on the battlement was broken again.

Dozens of branded orcs poured out of the siege tower and quickly launched a fierce battle for the city wall.

The entire Minas Tirith instantly turned into a battlefield with blood and flesh flying everywhere. A large number of lives disappeared every moment, and the bloody smell filled the air.

The start of the hand-to-hand combat marked that the scale of this war would escalate again and become more cruel. Both sides fought back and forth, and neither side gave in.

The soldiers defending the city resisted tenaciously, but faced with the enemies pouring onto the city wall, they gradually felt powerless.

The dark army continued to attack the defense lines of various tribes with an astonishing numerical advantage, trying to break through the city wall and seize control of the city.

The entire battle fell into a long tug-of-war, and both sides paid a heavy price.

The walls of Minas Tirith became the dividing line between life and death, every inch of land was stained with blood, and every warrior was fighting for survival.

The cruelty and tragedy of war were fully displayed at this moment.

Countless grievances and fears, as well as souls with various negative emotions, surged into the bodies of the branded orcs like a tide,

After passing through the law brand on their bodies, they were divided into two, half flowing to Xiao, half sinking into the earth, and the remaining residue turned into power to enhance the strength of the branded orcs.

"Gronde!" "Gronde!" "Gronde!" "Gronde!"

Countless grievances and fears, various negative emotions, and souls with the essence of flesh and blood surged into the bodies of the branded orcs like a tide.

When these negative energies passed through the law marks on their bodies, they were divided into two parts, two-thirds of which flowed into the cyber dimension, and the remaining one-third sank into the eternal fire deep in the earth.

The remaining indigestible residues were transformed into powerful forces and injected into the bodies of the branded orcs, which significantly improved their strength.

The tragic war lasted until the night. When the last ray of light on the horizon dissipated, a giant beast finally came under the city gate.

"Gerlongde!" "Gerlongde!" "Gerlongde!" "Gerlongde!"

The branded orcs pushed a huge siege machine that was tens of meters high with great enthusiasm and enthusiasm.

This behemoth named Gerlongde was so heavy that it took a lot of effort to move forward every step, so that the forward speed per minute could only be calculated in meters.

Gerlongde was about 33 meters long, and its head was shaped like a ferocious giant wolf. Flames kept erupting from its mouth, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

On its surface, there are also mysterious spells of the Witch-king of Angmar, the head of the Ringwraiths, engraved, as if it contains endless magic.

In the hands of the Lord of the Rings, Grond has always been a sharp weapon for attacking cities and plundering lands, breaking through countless city gates and launching fierce attacks on the enemy.

Several strong trolls pulled the chain at the tail of Grond, slowly pulled Grond up, and then suddenly let go.

"Boom~~~"

Under the heavy attack of Grond, the people of the entire White Tree City felt a slight vibration.

"Go to the city gate quickly"

"Go~"

Gandalf rode a fast horse, commanding the soldiers of the lower city, and came to the immortal gate of Minas Tirith.

At the same time, in the central hall underground, a wisp of dust roof descended,

"Ah~~~"

This seemed like a signal, Arwen, who had been closing her eyes to rest, suddenly felt a pain in her lower abdomen, and couldn't help but screamed in pain, and the Dragonborn began to give birth.

"Ahhh~~~"

The elves began to sing loudly, singing out a solemn song, and the symphony that appeared out of thin air enveloped the entire hall.

Song title: "Dragonborn"

(Dragonborn, Dragonborn)

(Swear by his glory)

(Never fear, never retreat, resist the invasion of evil!)

(Evil is defeated, he is listening to the cheers of the gods.)

(That's us singing praises for you!)

...

Boom~~

The second time, Grond's impact had already caused visible cracks on the gate of Minas Tirith.

This time it was like a sledgehammer, hitting the hearts of the soldiers at the city gate heavily, causing fear to begin to spread in their hearts.

"Hold on, hold on, don't panic"

Gandalf tried his best to stabilize the formation,

...

(Why is he a descendant of the dragon)

(The human who does not belong to the dragon)

(Only the sun can compare to his strength)

(Defeat all enemies)

(Roar only a dragon can)

(Only he can make the dark dragon fall,)

(The curse of the end of the world will become a legend forever,)

(Middle-earth can finally be liberated from the tyranny of the dark dragon!)

The chorus of 333 elves even drowned out Arwen's screams during childbirth. The sound became louder and louder, even penetrating the earth's cover and reaching the ears of people outside.

As the singing spread, the magic power in the atmosphere began to gather in Arwen's body. The dragonborn in her body greedily absorbed the surrounding magic power, nurturing his own dragon power.

...

"Gronde!" "Gronde!" "Gronde!"

The branded orcs pulled Grond more and more frantically, their eyes flashing with fanatical light, full of admiration for their powerful artifact.

Every time they pulled Grond back, the branded orcs would cheer and scream more enthusiastically.

"Boom~~~"

With the third violent pull, the rock-solid gate of Minas Tirith finally couldn't bear it and broke completely.

Although the gate had not been fully opened, the entire door was in tatters, and the locks on it all collapsed.

"Oh~"

"Ah~"

"Roar~"

Outside the broken gate, various orcs and monsters gave deafening cheers and roars, as if celebrating this moment of victory.

They pulled Grond again, trying to open the gate completely.

The soldiers under the city gate held up their shields, swallowed their saliva nervously, their legs trembled, and their hearts were full of confusion and fear.

"Don't panic!" Gandalf raised his staff, aimed at the gate, and shouted with a vigilant face.

However, at this moment, the dark sky completely covered by the doomsday clouds suddenly bloomed with colorful aurora, like a mysterious scroll in front of everyone.

This beautiful aurora seemed to indicate that something important was about to happen.