Chapter 325 White Light Pierces the Clouds
The army assembled at the Roadside Fort and marched northward in a mighty force, crossing the Great Wall defense line and continuing northward under the gaze of the watchers.
Walk towards the dark mountains and step on the sickly brown soil.
Angmar.
Hula——
Levi stuck the Dragon Flame Steel sword into the ground, and the dry grass was ignited and turned into a circle of ash.
Boom!
There was thunder in the sky, and the thunder was a pale green color, as if some evil power still remained in the clouds.
Anyone living in a peaceful area would probably have difficulty standing firm when faced with this unhealthy weather and the scarlet or green eyes in the dark.
Even if wrapped in armor and holding a sharp sword.
However, at this moment, none of the 11,000 people in the expeditionary force's six legions showed any fear. They just followed the man in the front and acted in an orderly manner.
Roar! ! ! There were roars coming from the distant forests. It was unclear whether it was from ogres, wolves, or both.
Boom! The ground shook, and a rock almost as big as a person flew from midair, heading straight for Levi who was at the front of the army.
The three legion champions closest to Levi immediately drew out their dragon steel swords and stepped forward, trying to stop him.
But obviously, their actions were a bit redundant.
Levi jumped high and chopped down heavily. With a loud 'clang! ', the stone shattered in mid-air, and only some small fragments fell behind him.
"Mountain trolls."
Landing lightly on the ground, Levi raised his head and looked in the direction where the stone came from.
Although the ogres are imitations of Ents, they are imitations of Ents after all, so they should not be underestimated.
After one attack, the ogre that threw the stone became silent, as if it was frightened.
But obviously, Levi would not give it a chance to recover.
He raised his head, raised the greatsword in one hand, and pointed it at the sky ahead.
So the expedition was officially launched.
The big cleanup has begun.
The brilliant silver-white army broke through the dark clouds of Angmar like a sharp blade and penetrated straight into the hinterland. The evil creatures hiding in the dark finally couldn't hold back and showed their fangs.
The Dragon Flame Steel sword slashed at the rushing ogre, directly cutting its skin which was harder than stone and setting its flesh on fire. With just three or two strikes, an ogre was killed on the spot, even its bones were chopped off.
Following closely behind Levi, the legion champion, holding an equally sharp and heavy dragon steel sword, chopped down the tough monsters one after another with extremely clean and neat movements, creating a breakthrough for the army.
Boom! Occasionally, a soldier would be accidentally knocked into the air by the huge force of a large enemy, rolling on the ground for several rounds, seemingly seriously injured, but he would only cough a few times, quickly get up and adjust his condition, or retreat for treatment, or continue to fight forward.
The armor glowed faintly, and the protective enchantment on it began to take effect.
Yes, tens of thousands of soldiers, every piece of armor and every weapon has excellent enchantment properties.
Over the years, Li Weike has never stopped accumulating.
Now these accumulations will show their horror on the battlefield.
Boom…
Thunder rumbled and heavy rain poured down, turning the road ahead into mud.
Wisps of steam rose from Levi's body, the temperature around him suddenly increased, and his figure became blurry and terrifying - to the enemy.
This massive operation is destined to last a long time.
Even though there were only some remnants of the defeated army, Angmar was once a powerful wizarding kingdom. Its area was not small, and its longest diameter from east to west was at least several hundred miles.
It takes some time to clean it up.
Perhaps the liquidation of this area will be hindered by the remnants of some mysterious power, but it will only be a slight obstruction after all.
The legions advanced with a steady efficiency, their steps firm as iron, unstoppable, and driving the enemy to despair.
However, although the situation is stable, no one dares to take it lightly.
Because people all know that in the face of true and inescapable despair, even a chaotic guy who only likes to bully the weak and fear the strong may burst out with terrifying power and launch a fierce counterattack at the last moment of his life.
The war is going on.
However, the outside world's reaction to the outbreak of this war was mostly shock.
In the eyes of many people, the gathering and departure of the roadside fort's army were too sudden, and no one knew about it except the vagrants nearby.
Even many allies did not receive the message.
There was no notification, no fanfare, just setting a goal, then quietly making preparations, and executing it directly when ready.
Efficient, yet firm.
And enviable.
"It's like it's just some random, everyday job that's not worth making a fuss about."
In Gondor, on top of a tall white tower, Denethor sighed in a flat tone.
"But it seems that some guys don't want to see my uncle's expedition go too smoothly."
Seeing the sudden heavy rain in the picture, Denethor frowned and looked in the direction of Minas Morgul.
No one would believe that the Witch-king had no involvement in this matter. Like Minas Morgul, the land of Angmar was also filled with a strange and ominous power during the Witch-king's reign. Affected by that power, the sun has never been seen in Angmar or even in the Etten Wastes.
"Boromir."
Denethor suddenly cried out.
"I'm here, father."
There was a response from outside the door. The voice was young and energetic, revealing an unstoppable confidence.
A handsome, tall young man with shoulder-length black hair walked in.
It was Boromir.
This year, he was twenty years old.
Perhaps he had learned it from Denethor, his father, for even in the safety of Minas Tirith, the capital of Gondor, Boromir wore mail beneath his robes and was armed.
"Yeah, not bad."
Denethor patted his eldest son's shoulder and smiled, a rare smile.
Even though he was still very young and his stubble was not very thick, Boromir had already made some achievements on the front line and could definitely be considered a qualified warrior.
Upon seeing his son and praising him again, Denethor immediately returned to his usual serious state.
"Boromir, go and lead the men to monitor Minas Morgul, keep an eye on the Witch King's movements, and report his every move to me."
"If he dares to do anything..."
"Then I will kill him." Boromir took the initiative to take over the conversation.
This made Denethor smile.
This child is still too young. He becomes too proud because he thinks he has made some achievements.
He had not even seen the poisonous mists of Minas Morgul and the many horrors that lay upon that land.
Really, really alike... just like me back then.
"You have never seen the Ringwraiths, so you don't know how terrifying they are... Never mind, it may not be a bad thing."
After thinking for a while, Denethor took off the iron sword from his waist that he had carried for decades and handed it to Boromir solemnly.
"Take it. This is the iron sword Levi gave me. It looks ordinary, but it is tough and indestructible."
"Now I pass it on to you."
"Yes, father."
Boromir bowed his head slightly, stretched out his hands and took the iron sword which was still as sharp as it was back then.
The young and brave son of the prime minister rushed to the front line, facing Minas Morgul, the tower of witchcraft where the witch king lived, and the terrifying valley filled with poisonous gas.
This horrifying image would stay with him for many years, seared deeply into his mind...
Make it unforgettable for a lifetime.
(End of this chapter)
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