End of the Sky

Wangdu!

After a night of fierce fighting, the defenders failed to usher in the desired light, and the black overcast clouds stretched for dozens of kilometers, covering the Palanno Plain rigorously.

The drums were shaking, the oncoming horn sounded, and the half-orc army split into four squares, slowly moving forward.

The number of people occupy an absolute advantage. Under the command of the Witch King of Angmar, the half-orc army will attack the city one by one, without giving the defenders a break.

The seemingly stupid fueling tactics are extremely effective on the battlefield right now. Not only can they consume the number of Wang Du's garrison, but they can also constantly transport fear and despair.

Can it be blocked once and twice, can it be blocked for the third or fourth time?

"Woohoo ---"

The earth rumbled, and dozens of behemoths stepped onto the battlefield at the end of the Plain of Plain.

Haradian Giant Elephant Corps!

These prehistoric beasts have brought great pressure on Wang Du's garrison. Even if the giant elephant army is not suitable for siege, they will not participate in the siege, but their appearance is still the same heavy hammer, slamming in Wang Du Shoujun heart.

Gondor had no reinforcements, but Mordor's troops continued one after another. Even the most optimistic defenders could only see deep despair.

Gandalf leaned against the city wall, breathing heavily, the precious white robe was stained gray with smoke, and his hair was messed up into a very embarrassing mess. In order to dispel the fear spread by the monster beast dragon, he glowed all night and was almost squeezed out.

The dragon was deliberately released by the Witch King of Angmar, and did not confront Gandalf head-on. Yu Wang kept wailing and roaring constantly, forcing Gandalf to consume a lot of physical strength.

The tactic was successful, Gandalf's sluggishness, and his thin cheeks described withered.

However, considering that he is a mature Maier, the literary drama and martial arts came in handy, and it is hard to say whether the withering is true or false. Maybe the old tree will blossom in the next second and welcome the second spring.

Looking at the defensive garrison below, Gandalf took the water pouch and drank it, riding on a white horse to continue to glow and warm.

Sure enough, this bad old man squeezed one more round and then two or three rounds, no problem at all.

In the half-orc formation, dozens of trebuchets threw fireballs at the king, not to break the walls, but to continuously release ammunition.

The Angmar Witch King was once one of the most outstanding kings of mankind. Knowing that it was not realistic to win Minastiris in a short time, he chose an attacking strategy and consumed the will of the defenders.

The ogres push the siege tower closer to the city wall, the tower and the city wall are approximately equal in height. They are simply pieced together with wood and wrapped with a layer of iron sheet, which can effectively defend the bow and arrow. This is a nightmare for the defender.

boom!

A boulder fell and the siege tower collapsed. Dozens of half-orcs screamed and fell to the ground, then continued to scream.

On the stepped walls of Wangdu, the trebuchets used for defense continued to fight back. When the ball-shaped stone bombs with great lethality were exhausted, they demolished the broken walls and used a solid corner of the city as ammunition.

The capital of Minas Tirith is a millennium fortress and a strategic place. There should not be a lack of stone bombs. However, the regent King Dyneser II had no intention to fight, which led to the dismantling of the house when the war began.

The commanding power of Wang Du's garrison was in the hands of the Bromo and Faramore brothers. Gandalf worked harder and raised his staff to run back and forth on the wall.

Where the lighting technique passed, the soldiers and guards of the city dreaded their fears, and the endless force poured out of the body, throwing down the rolling wood and falling rocks on the wall.

Gandalf couldn't say what he could do. He could have jumped off the wall and killed seven in and seven out of the army, but the task assigned to him by the leader was a soul mentor to guide the rise of the people instead of acting as foreign aid. Hung with human blood abuse in all directions.

On the city walls, the militiamen rolled down the logs, the soldiers pulled bows and arrows, and the arrows shot down, nailing the orcs to the ground. The corpses piled up like a mountain. For a time, they were actually blocking the half-orc legion that slammed in the waves.

The Angmar Witch King drove the dragon to inspect the battlefield, the black robe was covered with a layer of strong armor, and the scarlet eyes looked down.

Seeing the busy white robe, he grunted coldly, drove the dragon down and crushed two stone throwers along the way. As he approached Gandalf, he pulled out the magic sword around his waist and released the roaring fire pillar.

Ding!

Illumination turned on, Gandalf waved his staff to block the pillar of fire, and glanced at the Angmar Witch King, who immediately pulled his scattered long hair, and the gray white robe shone brightly and neatly. like New.

"Old man, your doom is here!"

"A lot of people say that ..." Gandalf smiled slightly, and then they all died.

...

Opposite the king, across the Anduin port of the Palano Plain, 50 pirate ships approached slowly.

Along the harbour, the orc leader stationed there watched a moment, and the pirates rushed to the battlefield on time. It was a little unexpected to him. They thought that the robbers would burn and plunder all the way until the war ended.

Russell stood on the mast in a black robe ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Looking at the battlefield in the distance, frowning, pulling the rope and sliding down, said to Aragon, "It's a bit troublesome, we seem to be early."

"Early here! What do you mean?"

Aragorn held the holy sword, and the King Gondor was engaged in a brutal defensive battle. The soldiers were sacrificed every minute. If not for Russell, he had led the southern reinforcements into the plain.

"Don't get excited, you can't help but make a mess."

Russell shook his head lightly: "Lorhan's cavalry has not arrived, the Orc Legion array is neat, and seeing that the Haradian giant elephant legion is not there, we rushed up to kill him."

Fifty pirate ships were filled with reinforcements called by Aragon, a total of 1,000 people, or rescued slaves, or the garrison and militia in coastal towns, plus 30 Dundan warriors, so the combat effectiveness is the same.

But the half-orcs gathered in the Palano Plains couldn't see their heads, and the starting bid was at least 50,000. If the half-orcs were removed, the number of Harads exceeded 10,000.

Their 1,000 men were still infantry. If they really charged, they would be destroyed by the Harads before they met the half-orcs.

"Wait for the Rohan Cavalry like this?"

Aragon gritted his teeth, and now charged, 1,000 people were killed immediately, but it was better to just give him a knife to sit and watch the death of Wang Dushoujun.

"Rest assured, this drama is about the emperor returning to the palace ... Hehe, it is about the return of the king, how could I let you be a turtle with a shrinking head." Come on!

With that said, Russell strode forward, leaped over and jumped from the side of the ship to the water, and took out his trident and pinned it behind him.

"Russell, what do you want to do?" Aragon hurried to the side of the ship.

"I'll give you a whole bigger battle. I can't compare it to other kings. And ... don't forget the elves who don't care!"