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Port of Perakil.

One of the most important and oldest ports of Gondor, upstream of the mouth of the Great River Anduin.

At this time, it is on the largest and most conspicuous huge pier in the port.

Morgan Aragorn Legolas and his expedition members, as well as dozens of Dúnedain rangers, were standing on the pier in full armor, waiting quietly.

"We all waited for a long time, when will the pirates come?"

The dwarf Gimli scratched his chin with a thick beard and said a little irritably.

For the past two days, he felt that some ticks had gotten into his beard, and it was getting more and more itchy as if lice were born.

But at this time, there was no condition to clean up, so I had to endure the itching.

"What, there are lice?"

Noticing the strangeness of Gimli beside him, Morgan squinted and asked the dwarf who was scratching his chin from time to time with a bushy beard.

"Lice. What lice."

"how is this possible!"

"How could I possibly grow that thing."

When Morgan asked him abruptly, Jin Li jumped at the words and denied it again and again.

Speaking of which, dwarves have always regarded beards as beautiful, and are regarded as a symbol of men's charm. If you hear that someone has lice in their beards, it will definitely become a joke.

Seeing Jin Li's excited reaction, Morgan didn't find it strange, and he didn't reveal it. He just smiled slightly and stopped talking.

On the other side, Aragorn said: "It should be coming soon. If they want to enter Gondor, they must pass through this port."

"Is it possible they have passed?"

Legolas looked at the empty river in the distance and couldn't help but say something.

"Should not be possible"

Morgan replied: "I have asked the residents of the nearby port before, and they have not seen a large fleet on the water these days."

"Hey, when did you ask, we've been together all the time, how come I don't know."

Gimli looked at Morgan with some surprise and asked.

"Because then you were scratching your beard."

Morgan's mouth curled into a smile.

"Uh"

When Morgan said this, Gimli was speechless.

"coming."

At this moment, the voice of "Harbalad", the leader of the Ranger Group, came from the side.

Everyone immediately raised their heads and saw the end of the wide and panting river in front of them, and a huge mast ship appeared in everyone's sight.

Then the second, the third, the fourth

Seven or eight mast ships of different sizes and styles appeared on the big river ahead.

Above each large ship hangs a black flag with a horrific portrait on the big sail.

This is not a serious caravan at all.

And apparently a pirate fleet from the south.

"It's them"

Aragorn looked at the constantly approaching fleet and spoke in a deep voice.

A group of Duneidan rangers who were good at shooting at the dock behind them had already taken out their long bows and attached arrows.

Time passed slowly.

The huge pirate fleet is also constantly approaching the direction of everyone.

Finally, when the pirate fleet sailed into the wide river in front of the pier, the noise of many pirates on the pirate ship reached the shore of the pier.

Aragorn didn't talk nonsense. With a wave of his hand, the arrows in the hands of the dozens of Dúnedain rangers behind him immediately shot out.

"whoosh whoosh"

Several pirates immediately fell to the ground with arrows on the pirate ship closest to the pier, dead and wounded.

Pirates have long noticed this small team on the dock.

However, the time for them to go to the capital of Gondor was urgent, and they did not pay attention to the small team on the shore.

This time was suddenly attacked, and the pirates immediately exploded.

"We didn't plan to clean up you, but you dare to take the lead in provocation!"

"It's worth it!"

"Kill them, kill them all!"

The furious roaring order immediately came out from the mouth of the pirate leader at the stern, and the pirate ship with the arrow immediately turned its bow and headed towards the pier.

"It's you who are waiting."

Looking at the attacking pirates, Aragorn murmured, raised his hand and pulled out the sword of Erendil at his waist, pointed it to the pirate fleet on the river ahead, and shouted: "Kill them all!"

The voice fell.

Headed by the skull leader wearing a crown, the phantom of the skeleton exuding a light green horror immediately rushed out from the rear dock.

Dense, endless.

Just seeing these terrifying undead scared the pirates with weak legs and screaming, they were overwhelmed by the army of undead in the blink of an eye.

The first, the second, the third.

Rohan.

The golden light group hangs high.

Warm wind blows the earth.

The capital of Edoras.

Busy at the moment.

Just returned to Edoras from Helm's Deep yesterday.

This morning, I saw the sky-high smoke from the beacon tower at the top of the towering white mountain range.

This is a call for help from Gondor.

King Theoden will also follow the ancient covenant with Gondor and once again come to the aid of Gondor.

Fortunately, Rohan was not long away from the end of the defense of the Horned Fort, and he had the promise and preparation for Gandalf before.

King Theoden reorganized his army very quickly this time.

In front of the Golden Temple Square in Medusader, the brand-new white horse galloping flag was struggling in the wind.

Above the royal flag fluttering in the wind.

The two diminutive hobbits were each holding a short sword at this time, kneeling on one knee and half in front of the fully armed and armored kingdom of Theoden.

"We are at your service, His Majesty King Theoden."

"I accept your allegiance."

"From now on, appoint Merriadock Brandybuck and Perry Green Took as Rohan's squires"

"Let's take orders"

King Theoden stretched out his hand to lift the two up for the Hobbit, and said with a smile.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Merry and Pippin hurriedly shouted excitedly, accepting it with joy.

When the sky light group climbed to the top of the sky.

Edoras' hussar army has been reorganized.

King Theoden rode in front of him in full uniform, looking at the crowd of hussars below and shouting: "Warriors!"

"The beacon of Gondor has been burned, and the old covenant remains."

"For Rohan!"

"Set off!"

The king's voice fell.

All the soldiers cheered in unison.

Immediately after.

The white horse king flag flutters on a black background.

Under the leadership of King Theoden, the hussars of Rohan marched out of Edoras and galloped towards the capital of Gondor.

The old capital of Gondor.

Osgiliath.

Heavy clouds covered the sky.

Thick fog rose on both sides of the Anduin River.

In the white fog, low roars, howls, roars, screams, mixed swords clashing, and strange screams continued to sound all over this huge ruined city.

As Gondor's first and last line of defense against the Mordor Orcs.

Faramir's garrison army fought against the Orcs of Minas Morgul too many times.

But nothing has been as difficult as this one.

The fighting went on for almost two days.

Especially with the Doomsday volcano that erupted in the direction of Modo last night, enough to dye the sky clouds with blood.

And immediately after that, a cyan beam of light burst into the sky from the Minas Mage Cave.

From then on, the Orcs across the Anduin River seemed to have no intention of continuing to work with the Gondor army on the other side of the river. Instead, they became more and more dedicated and crazy.

Just like now, the orcs didn't care about losses at all, and waves of orc warriors kept pouring in from the other side.

The battle is getting fiercer.

The warriors of Gondor led by Faramir were beaten and retreated.

Although I can barely hold it here for the time being, I can hold Osgilias.

But without the support of the capital of Minas Tirith in the rear.

It's only a matter of time before it falls here.

"boom"

Raising his hand to block a half-orc rushing out from the corner, Faramir turned around and chopped off the opponent's ugly head, then quickly ran towards the movement ahead.

"emission!"

"whoosh whoosh"

Inside the small ruins fortifications, several warriors fired salvos with bows and arrows, and four or five orcs rushed towards the opposite fog and were immediately shot and fell to the ground.

At this time, Faramir's figure appeared around.

"Faramir."

When the middle-aged warrior leader saw you, Faramir immediately stepped forward and said, "The soldiers have suffered a lot of casualties, and we can't support it any longer."

Faramir was about to speak.

at this time.

"what"

A shrill and ear-piercing sound, like the sound of sharp fingernails scraping on the blackboard, was amplified countless times and a disgusting sound suddenly sounded over Osgilias.

At this moment, all the Gondor warriors in the ruins could not help but stretch out their hands to cover their ears in pain.

Immediately after.

In the sight of the surviving Gondor warriors, a huge and ferocious beast is flying over the ruins of Osgilias. On the back of the vicious beast is sitting an evil figure shrouded in black robes. Zgur (Nazgul).

"No, Nazgul is here"

"Retreat, notify all soldiers to retreat!"

"We're going to go to Minas Tirith."

"Quick, go and inform all the soldiers!"

"Hurry up!!"

Faramir looked at the nightmarish figure in the air, and immediately shouted at the middle-aged leader in front of him and the soldiers around him.

It didn't take long.

A large group of Gondor warriors rushed out of the ruins of the old capital of Osgiliath.

There are those who ride horses, and there are those who can't find a horse and run wild on foot.

All the warriors of Gondor are rushing to retreat, retreating to the huge and great "White City" Minas Tirith in the distance.

"Nazgul is here!"

"Run!"

"Quick."

The Gondor warriors led by Faramir were determined to withdraw.

The Orcs were too busy occupying Osgiliath to keep up with the retreating warriors.

But riding on the flying evil and ferocious monsters, the Nazgul did not intend to let these human warriors go.

See the human warriors retreat.

The Nazgul immediately chased after them on a huge and extremely fast flying ferocious beast.

"what"

The piercing screams continued.

The soldiers who were struggling to escape could only cover their ears, their faces were nervous and frightened, and they fled forward in an extremely embarrassed manner.

But how fast the vicious beast is.

It quickly flew over the fleeing human warriors, just a dive.

next second.

Immediately, several human warriors and horses were overturned and torn apart by the ferocious beasts.

"Ahhh"

"Run."

"Save me. Save me"

The Nazgul dived continuously.

Below, human screams, exclamations are endless.

The digital Nazgul rides on the ferocious beast and hunts down the Gondor warriors below.

The warriors in the rushing retreat were almost powerless to fight back.

at this time.

The side entrance of the royal capital Minas Tirith in the distance.

A white horse with white clothes, white beard and white hair rushed out of the royal capital and charged towards the extremely dangerous fleeing troops in the distance ahead.

Retrograde in such a dangerous situation.

It immediately attracted the attention of many soldiers and civilians who were watching on the tall walls of Minas Tirith, worried about the fleeing soldiers on the vast plain ahead.

"Look, it's the White Knight"

"The White Knights Are Helping the Warriors"

"It's really good."

In the cheers of everyone on the wall of the White City.

Gandalf, the white knight, held high the dazzling light of his staff, and rushed backwards to the vicious beasts and evil spirits who roared in the sky.

a time.

Brilliant.

after an hour.

The highest level of Minas Tirith, inside the palace hall.

The current ruling prime minister Denethor sat on the bench under the throne representing the dusty king, looking at his son Faramir, who was all wounded and tired, and his face was extremely gloomy.

"I handed Osgilias to you, and you abandoned it like this?" Denethor asked rudely.

"There are too many orcs, and even the Nazgul have appeared."

"It's really unstoppable"

"This is my honest choice based on my judgment at the time."

Faramir said.

"Choose Truthfully"

"Hum."

"Then, you let the Ring of Power be sent to Modo!"

"Let a weak and ignorant halfling take them on a mortal journey, and don't bring the ring back to me, is this also your choice after judgment?"

"tell me!"

Denethor angrily looked at this young son who had been disobedient since childhood and liked to disagree with him, his face filled with anger and he questioned again.

"Yes, I made a choice after judgment"

Faramir spoke the truth again.

"Ah"

"You will never be as good as your brother"

"Boromir will remember his father's needs."

"I know you've always wished I was in bed now, not my brother"

"you're right."

Faced with such sad words from his youngest son, Denethor said softly, his face extremely cold: "I really think so."

The voice fell.

a time.

The entire hall instantly became extremely silent and extremely depressed.

Soon.

The hall door was knocked again.

Soon, the attendant walked into the hall with Gandalf in a white robe and several warrior leaders.

Denethor, who was sitting on the bench, looked at the younger son in front of him and said again: "Osgilias is an important defense on our periphery, and it is also the place where your brother has been stationed for many years."

"What do you want me to do?"

Faramir asked simply.

"We must not just step back and let Anduin and Pelanno Plains go."

"so."

Denethor looked gloomily at the youngest son in front of him and said again: "Osgilias must be taken back!"

Faramir said without hesitation: "Osgilias is hard to get back!"

"Then find a way"

Denethor just cast a glance at his son in front of him, and continued to take care of himself as he looked at the people who came by: "There is always danger in war."

"Who of you has the courage to take back Osgilias for me?"

Denethor looked at the leaders in front of him and asked.

But let these few immediately feel like sitting on pins and needles.

Gandalf listened to Denethor's words, and finally understood that the rumors that the ruling chancellor did not like his younger son was true.

The hall was silent.

After a while, Faramir said softly again: "I'll go."

"If I could come back"

"Father, please change your mind about me."

After Faramir finished speaking softly, he turned around and walked heavily towards the outside of the hall.

afternoon.

Overcast clouds from Modo obscured the sun and enveloped the sky.

In front of the gate of Minas Tirith.

Fully armed and exhausted, Faramir once again led a group of Gondor warriors to stand in front of the gate.

Finally, the city gate was slowly opened.

Faramir took the lead, taking the soldiers behind him, moving closer and closer to the distance, and the endless army of orcs rushed forward.

After half an hour.

Except for a horse that dragged a bloody corpse back to the gate of White City, the other Gondor warriors who attacked were wiped out.

after an hour.

On the vast and boundless plains of Perano.

Innumerable, densely packed, and uncountable half-orc army has steadily stood in front of the White City of Minas Tirith.

War is imminent.