Chapter 560 Dragon Roar

"The child of hope is being born, everyone, hold on!"

Gandalf, looking up at the aurora in the sky, his eyes flashing with determination, shouted excitedly to the soldiers around him.

"You are Gondor warriors. No matter how many enemies there are, you must guard the city gate!" Gandalf's voice spread to every corner.

Boom~~

After Gandalf's words fell, Gronde fell again, this time with greater force. With a harsh friction sound, the door burst open,

Grond used his unrivaled destructive power to successfully break through the impregnable city gate of Minas Tirith with only four attacks, demonstrating its terrifying power.

The City of White Trees, this city that has stood firm for thousands of years, finally opened its doors to welcome the invasion of evil guests under the continuous attacks of the Legion of Mordor.

"withstand!"

Gandalf let out a roar and directed the spearmen at the head of the line to resist.

"Ho~~~"

Wearing steel armor and holding a huge meteor hammer, the troll, who was at least 5 meters tall, roared and rushed into the city as a vanguard.

These giants have infinite magic power, rough skin and thick flesh. When they swing the bolas in their hands, they are astonishingly powerful.

In front of this kind of monster, human beings are as fragile as chickens. With a stick, they were beaten more than ten meters away, and their whole bodies were smashed into a piece of rotten flesh.

But the warriors who were knocked out were not useless. They exchanged their lives for time and successfully stopped the trolls for a moment.

"Prepare, release!"

Legolas' command rang out again.

The archers on the city wall were already ready. After hearing the order, they immediately released their bow strings.

Countless arrows flew out like raindrops, turning several troll vanguards into a hornet's nest in an instant.

However, more trolls poured into the city, and the battle became more intense and brutal...

Following the troll were endless armies of darkness, coming like a tide.

For every troll that dies, two new trolls fill the void.

And when two trolls fall, more monsters will take their place.

In less than half a minute, hundreds of branded orcs had successfully broken into the city.

"Hold on, there are women and children behind us!"

Gandalf took the lead. He waved the staff in his hand, and each blow could accurately hit the head of the Troll Vanguard, shattering its skull.

The troll vanguards howled in pain and fell to the ground one after another.

Under the leadership of Thorin, the allied forces of the three tribes burst out with powerful momentum. They risked their lives and built the city wall with their flesh and blood, shouting in unison: "For the alliance!"

At this moment, the allied forces of the three tribes showed unparalleled courage and determination, and they launched a fierce confrontation with the influx of branded orcs.

The forces of both sides collided with each other, forming a huge impact that plunged the entire battlefield into chaos.

The battle instantly entered a white-hot stage, and every moment was full of blood and killing.

…

In the underground central hall, the sacred and high-spirited chorus of the elves has stopped, and the huge magic power has been gathered, turning into a rhythmic murmur.

Lagardreel gently came to Arwen, placed his hands gently on her belly, and began to sing alone:

"The Dragonborn Comes"

(Our hero has a fearless heart like a warrior)

(I tell you, the Dragonborn is coming)

(Looking forward to the awakening of the dragon's roar in the blood)

(We firmly believe that the Dragonborn is coming)

(This is our salvation in dire straits)

Lagardriel's singing was ethereal and beautiful, like the voice of God. Arwen slowly forgot her pain in her singing, and her screams gradually became silent.

At the same time, a healthy baby was successfully delivered to Galadriel.

Galadriel held this little life in his hands. This was his great-grandson, and it was also the hope given by the gods to Middle-earth.

Galadriel's singing voice suddenly changed, it was a sound that no one had ever heard before.

But everyone can understand this sacred language, which is majestic, noble, and wild. It is a language unique to dragons.

Just listening to those sentences was like meeting the dragon with my own eyes.

(The Dragonborn is coming!)

(He swore an oath with supreme honor and faith)

(to end evil)

(When they return victorious)

(Dragonborn)

(Bless us forever)

Galadriel followed the song and slowly held up the newly born dragonborn.

"Our dragonborn is born, his name: Qahnaarin (Dragon Language: Conqueror)"

"Wow wow wow~~~"

With a loud cry, the new dragonborn descended on this world.

However, the cry turned into an earth-shattering dragon roar in an instant: [Rii Vaaz Zol] (Essence: Tear, Numbness)

This dragon roar was like a stormy wave, sweeping across the entire White Tree City.

Dragon roar is the unique language of the dragon clan. It contains endless magic and power. It can mobilize the surrounding elements through sound to achieve various magical effects.

As the first dragonborn in Middle-earth, as the destined savior and the supreme king of Middle-earth, he has gathered the blood of all powerful creatures in the world, including humans, elves, dragons, and Maia.

He is the cornerstone of the integration of all races, and naturally has unique characteristics.

Because of this, he received a gift from the world - a mysterious power called "Dragon Roar".

This power comes from the gift of Ilúvatar and is an ability unique to the dragonborn.

Starting from Connery, the dragon will no longer represent evil in the world of Middle-earth, but will become a sacred symbol and the most orthodox symbol of the king in Middle-earth.

When the dragon roar sounded, the elves first felt its impact.

Their bodies fell to their knees involuntarily, expressing the highest respect and surrender to the Dragonborn.

【Rii Vaaz Zol】

A dragon roar full of powerful power suddenly sounded. This sound penetrated the earth and defenses like a sharp sword, and passed directly into the ears of every member of the Dark Army.

The terrifying dragon roar was as shocking as thunder, penetrating the body and reaching the depths of the souls of all living beings, instantly causing the originally menacing army of darkness to disarray.

The orcs in these dark armies have a fatal weakness, that is, once their leader dies in battle, the entire army will panic like a group of headless flies.

Even if victory is close at hand, they will not hesitate to flee rather than continue to fight bravely.