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Chapter 322: Sauron, Intoxicated by Chaos and Induced into Dementia
"Owner."

"Sauron."

"Lord of Mordor."

Waves of cheers woke Soran from his trance. He looked around and found himself standing right in front of the crowd.

Countless beautiful elves surrounded him as he walked forward.

In front of them was a wide carpet made of fresh flowers, with silk woven by the finest elven craftsmen hanging on both sides.

The edges of the silk are dotted with golden patterns, forming a series of scrolls that record his past achievements and future great deeds.

"Come forward, Sauron." His former mentor Aule led him in front.

"Ilúvatar awaits you."

Iluvita
Sauron looked ahead, and at the end of the flower tapestry stood his Creator, the Goddess of Arda, the Mother of all men.

The expression of the Goddess of Creation was soft and very proud. She looked at Sauron and waved to him. A dazzling golden light emanated from her body. Under the sacred tree of Aman, she looked extremely shining and noble.

This was the glory he had dreamed of for the past thousand years. Soran subconsciously took a step forward.

The cheers grew louder and louder, humans, dwarves, and elves all shouted Sauron's name, countless flower petals were scattered in the sky, and precious spices were piled together like firewood and burned.

Gold, green, red, tens of thousands of ribbons fluttered in the wind here, and there were tears in everyone's eyes.

"Sauron! Soran! Soran!"

The cheers and shouts mixed together, making Soran's ears hurt.

He stood there in confusion, but Melkor (Morgoth) embraced him and brought him to the platform.

"Sauron, what are you waiting for!"

With every step he took, the crowd around him would burst into cheers. The sound was so loud that it was difficult for Soran to tell where he was.

He walked before Ilúvatar and looked directly at the Supreme Being.

It was rude, but it came naturally to him.

"Sauron."

"Great," Soran murmured.

"Noble"

"Supreme"

"Ilúvatar." Sauron lowered his head for the first time.

Ilúvatar placed her hand gently on Sauron's shoulder and said, "Today, I will grant your wish, Sauron."

"I only have one request." Soran lowered his head.

"Why don't you just die?"

He thrust the long sword in his hand forward fiercely, the sound of flesh being torn apart was heard, and golden blood splattered all over his clothes.

"Ugh"

Followed by a long sigh.

The beautiful world suddenly collapsed. The mentor Aule, Melkor and other Valar turned into pale skeletons and rotten corpses. Maia was nailed to the black obelisk and burned into a mummy by flames. Countless demons gnawed on their corpses, just like what he had seen in the Dark Ages.

"This is perfect." Soran said with satisfaction.

Then, the corpses dissipated, and the people around them turned into sparks and went out.

The shouts and cheers turned into fierce cries of killing and crying.

On Raven Hill, Sauron opened his black eye and looked down at the Lonely Mountain through the layers of night.

"My Lord." The Witch-King of Angmar knelt aside and lowered his crown respectfully.

"Just now, I had a dream." Soran sighed.

"A very distant dream."

"Is it a dream of victory?" asked the Witch-king of Angmar.

"Maybe not." Soran didn't know how to describe it.

"Some remaining memories of the past should be completely swept into the trash."

[The Witch-king of Angmar] did not answer.

"How long will it take us to capture this disgusting city?" Soran continued to ask.

"It won't be long before they can see sunrise tomorrow, my lord," replied the Witch-King of Angmar.

"The great cause that Morgoth could not accomplish, I will complete today!" Sauron pointed at the army at the foot of the mountain, and an unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled his heart.

"I will prove who is the greatest being in this world!"

The leader of the orc soldiers half-knelt on the ground, the cold wind kept piercing into his bones, but it was far less cold than his heart.

The Demon Lord is crazy.

He had been standing there, talking about something from dusk till midnight.

At first he thought the Demon Lord was thinking, but gradually he discovered that the Demon Lord was having a conversation.

Talk to the air.

And he was talking to himself in a completely incomprehensible language.

Every word made him feel extremely vicious and terrifying. Just by listening, he felt as if countless resentful ghosts and evil spirits were surrounding him and tearing at his eardrums.

Soran suddenly remembered something and looked at the orc leader who was kneeling on the ground behind him.

"Shilange, why are you still here? Why haven't you taken Lonely Mountain for me yet?" The cold words and cold eyes were sprayed onto the back of the orc.

"Reporting to the Lord, the frontline troops have suffered heavy losses. The Haradrim have lost almost all of their Archaic Elephants, and the Wraiths have been blocked by the strange magic of the Lonely Mountain."

"I don't need to hear your reasons." The familiar Oak language turned into extremely vicious words again, but Shi Langge understood it this time.

"Forgive me! Master! Forgive me!" The powerful orc leader lay on the ground, his whole body trembling.

The shadow of death fell upon him in an instant.

"Kill all those disgusting dwarves, hypocritical elves, and weak humans!"

The indescribable malevolent shadow suddenly dissipated, as if it had never appeared. "Yes, yes."

Shi Langge didn't dare to raise his head again. He was afraid that the Demon Lord he would see would no longer be the same as before, but would have completely torn off his previous disguise and revealed his true and twisted nature before him.
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On the tragic battlefield where dwarves and orcs fought, blood and smoke shrouded the battlefield like a haze, and shouts and screams intertwined into a symphony of death.

"Kill those damn bastards!"

"Build defenses and deploy arrow arrays!"

Jin Li rode on an armored war pig, shouting orders at the top of his lungs as he galloped back and forth on patrol.

The Dwarves were stationed at the western wall, where the main attackers were their old friends, the Uruk-Octos.

As the lifelong enemy of the dwarves, the Uruk-Octos are taller, stronger, more cruel and bloodthirsty than ordinary orcs. They can be said to be Sauron's most trusted confidants and the type of troops he spent the most time and effort on.

So they not only have the most elite armor and weapons, but even siege equipment.

The western wall was only completed in recent years. Because of Saruman's extensive experiments with monsters, the progress of the project here has been slow, and many projects are even incomplete.

Even though emergency reinforcements have been carried out in the past few days, the defensive capabilities are still not ideal.

So Jinli could only guard the city wall with thousands of dwarf heavily armored soldiers.

But Mordor's offensive was too terrifying, and soon the western fortresses were all broken through. The huge siege equipment finally reached the city wall after paying the price of half being destroyed by plasma.

The gate on the tower fell down, and countless orcs with bloodshot eyes rushed out.

Even if the dwarves had the most dexterous hands, they could not build a trench on the city wall out of thin air in such a short time.

Without the strategic location of the Lonely Mountain walls, how to resist the surging Orc army became an unsolvable problem.

Mordor's army is simply too numerous. Even though the Zhongzhou team has increased the Lonely Mountain's defenses by more than ten times, they are still outnumbered and will eventually be broken through bit by bit.

Especially when faced with strong counterattacks from the south and southeast, Sauron directly adjusted the deployment of his troops and ordered the orcs to break through the defensive weaknesses on the west side at all costs.

As long as the western defense is broken through, and as long as Mordor uses the front to contain the enemy, the orc army can sweep from west to east along the city wall and directly attack their backs. The entire Lonely Mountain defenders will be trapped in an irretrievable desperate situation.

Neos was not unaware that such a choice would just be a case of robbing Peter to pay Paul.

But he was promoted to commander at short notice and had only so many troops at his disposal.

The two thousand Astartes could only defend the front, and the large number of ghost troops left the Astartes with no way out.

Now, there are two cups of deadly poison before them, it’s just a matter of which one to drink first.

A large number of orcs rushed into the city wall like a raging black torrent in an instant.

They were dressed in fine full-body iron armor and armed with scimitars and long swords.

In terms of combat effectiveness, a strong orc needs at least two dwarves to compete with it.

Gimli looked at the orcs so close and shouted in a booming voice, "Dwarf Axe!"

Ten crossbow arrows with a diameter of more than ten meters, like huge umbrellas, spun rapidly with a buzzing sound and flew towards the orc formation on the city wall.

The moment these crossbow arrows hit the ground, the bodies of the orc soldiers were hit and blood and flesh flew everywhere. Large gaps appeared in the dense formation in an instant. This blow took the lives of dozens of people.

In a very short period of time, the arrow cart continuously poured out five waves of crossbow arrows, which landed accurately on the formation of the Orc soldiers.

Each attack could claim the lives of dozens of orcs, causing heavy casualties.

"Durin! Durin!!" the dwarves roared passionately.

But the morale of the dwarves did not last long. The evil dragons in the sky began to notice the breached battlefield and began to swoop down.

Zero Point had already used his fastest shooting technique, but there were too many evil dragons, and the plasma cannon had run out of energy and could not fire.

The evil dragon looked like a madman, lowering its head and rushing towards the position regardless of everything.

The dwarfs were not good at using bows and arrows, so they could only speed up the shooting of crossbow arrows.

A wave of crossbow arrows shot down more than a dozen evil dragons, but twenty evil dragons still crashed directly into the arrow towers placed by the dwarves on the city wall.

The huge impact smashed the arrow tower into a pile of debris, and dozens of dwarves were blown away by the huge impact force, and their lives were in danger.

"Evil Dragon! Take cover!"

Jin Li, who had just been fighting fiercely with the orcs, had his eyes wide open and his canthus was broken as he watched his soldiers being knocked away by the boulders, feeling grief and anger in his heart.

Taking advantage of the gap when the dwarves were reorganizing their defenses, more orcs rushed up the city walls.

They struggled to climb up along the collapsed rubble and siege towers.

Jin Li led the charge, like an angry lion, violently knocking away several orc soldiers in front of him, leaping onto the fortifications, and leading the heavily armored soldiers holding broad shields, rushing decisively towards the orcs that were surging like a tide.

Immediately afterwards, the dwarves and the orcs collided violently on the city wall.

The heavy infantrymen raised their shields high and pushed the orcs with all their strength, while waving their weapons, slashing or stabbing from above and through the gaps in the shields, attacking the orcs in front of them frantically.

And from the back of the lonely mountain, stones began to fly out and smashed towards the orc army under the wall.

The rolling boulders fell into the phalanx of the orcs, leaving shocking black blood trails.

At this time, the five dwarf chariots began to rush along the city wall, one after another rushing towards the evil dragon.

No Uruk-Octos could stop the ferocious charge of the Dwarven chariots, which knocked dozens of Uruk-Octos under the city walls.

The dwarf in charge of the crossbow on the car aimed at the evil dragons that were wreaking havoc in the dwarf defense line and kept pulling the trigger. Soon, several evil dragons that landed first fell under their crossbow arrows.

But without the threat of the ballista, more evil dragons began to rush down.

At this time, the dwarf in the back row of the dwarf shield wall suddenly threw the spear in his hand.

These densely packed and rapidly flying spears instantly pierced through the bodies of several evil dragons.

In the end, more evil dragons withstood the dwarven attacks, landing directly in the middle of the dwarven formation, and with a single powerful blow, they shattered the dwarven shield wall they were so proud of.

Afterwards, the evil dragons, relying on their huge bodies and terrifying sharp teeth, forced their way into the dwarf formation, swinging their claws and biting wildly, knocking the surrounding dwarves away and continuously widening the gap in the shield wall.

But soon, they also died under the spears and crossbows of the dwarves.

However, the evil dragon's mission has been completed.

Thousands of Uruk-orc soldiers have appeared on the city walls.

The strongest line of defense of Gushan.

broken.

　Chapter 2 Morning
　　
　
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