Chapter 355: What Boromir Saw

Chapter 355: What Boromir Saw

"This is the Water City, the most prosperous city in Eriador and the core shipyard of the Free Cities."

In the southern part of the Lonely Land, Boromir stopped on his horse at the entrance of the Water City, looking at the wonders one after another and the huge statue at the river mouth, his heart was shocked beyond words.

"The Pelargir Shipyard, carefully built by successive ship lords, would never have been more prosperous than this place."

The commander of the White Tower of Gondor and the Supreme Guardian has never left his country since he was born. It's not that he is unwilling to move around or doesn't like traveling.

It's just that I just don't have the leisure and space.

As soon as he came of age, he went straight to the front line to face the vicious enemies and fight against the invasion of Mordor and the southern barbarians.

From the moment he arrived at the front line, all he could see was the black earth covered with poisonous fog and dust, and the filthy green, evil light in the night sky.

In comparison, this place is simply a miracle land, it is too beautiful.

Desirable.

The road from Gondor to here is very smooth - mainly because the roads that were so dilapidated that they were almost impossible to walk on in the past have been repaired by the cities belonging to the Free Cities.

Just like the North-South Highway, according to records, it had been so damaged that only some debris and potholes were left, and it also passed through swamps and riverbanks, making it extremely difficult to travel on.

But now it has become a flat new road paved with gray stone bricks, and the broken bridge across the river has been repaired and can be traveled smoothly.

Then Boromir remembered his father's words.

Under the protection of the Lord in the North, the people here live in peace and stability, and they never have to face vicious enemies directly.

On the other hand, Gondor is bleeding every day...

But there is nothing we can do about it, Gondor is right there.

Whether out of obligation, responsibility, or the pressure of survival, they must fight against evil and hold that line of defense.

With mixed feelings, Boromir sighed and continued walking north all the way to the roadside fort.

"Roadside Fort?"

In the open space, looking up at the sigh-inducing city wall, Boromir was speechless again.

Just by hearing the name, I thought the so-called "roadside castle" was really just a larger castle. Just like the lords of Gondor, it would be considered quite impressive to be able to support several thousand people near the castle.

But who would have thought that the so-called "roadside fort" turned out to be a great city no less than the White City, and its scale was staggering.

"Huh?"

As he was marveling at this, Boromir suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked towards the city entrance.

I saw team after team of well-equipped soldiers walking out of the city and heading north.

Their system seems to be quite regular, with each team having a fixed number of members and its own commander.

"Greetings, sergeant from the roadside fort."

Approaching a relatively less busy company, Boromir spotted the captain in the crowd and walked towards him.

"I am Boromir, Lord Commander of the White Tower of Gondor, and I have come here to visit Levi, Lord of the North."

"May I ask what happened here?"

"So he is a friend of Gondor."

The captain of the company put down his work for the moment and said:

"Our leader is fighting the evil in the far north, but he alone cannot stop the huge army of monsters. We are on our way to the Great Wall to support the garrison there."

"The Great Wall, the garrison, the monster army?"

Boromir looked puzzled.

He understood and had heard each of these words individually, but how did they come together?

He immediately expressed his doubts: "I heard that the remnants of Angmar were completely wiped out by the army of Roadside Fort eighteen years ago, and the former capital of Angmar, Carn-dûm, also became a stronghold of the Free Cities. How could there still be monsters there?"

The captain of the company replied, "It's normal that you don't understand. Those monsters have only appeared in recent years. They came from the northern wasteland further north. They look more ferocious than any enemy we have seen in the past."

"Can I join you?"

After thinking about it, Boromir sent out a request to go with him.

"If an enemy appears, my sword can also be drawn for that purpose."

The captain of the company looked at the iron sword at Boromir's waist, was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and nodded at him.

"Okay, I can make the decision on this matter."

"You are welcome to join us."

"Go over there and get some supplies."

The captain pointed to the supplies distribution area.

In line with the idea of ​​​​adapting to local customs, Boromir also went over to get a set.

"This 'marching ration' is luxurious. It also comes with milk and honey. I have to say, it's a pretty healthy combination."

He sighed, picked up a bottle of healing potion and asked, "By the way, what is this?"

"The healing potion can heal a person's injuries. It will be effective as long as the person is still alive."

"It sounds a bit like the golden apple."

"Golden Apple? That's not something that ordinary people can get." The company captain shook his head.

"That thing is usually given out as a valuable gift representing the highest honor, and it is very rare to see it."

“Is that so?”

Boromir nodded.

It seems that my father and Levi are quite close. Oh yes, my father did call him uncle.

Full of doubts and confusion, Boromir marched north with the assembled army and finally arrived at the foot of the Great Wall.

"Shoot!"

Whoosh——

Arrows rained down from the sky, knocking the monsters to the ground.

As the familiar sounds of fighting came, Boromir immediately entered a state of combat readiness and became nervous.

"Let's go up!"

The captain of the company gave the order, and Boromir followed closely on the way up the Wall.

"shoot!"

Naturally, he followed the defenders and fired downwards.

An excellent general is not only a general, he can also be compatible with his subordinates and become an excellent soldier who obeys orders and has strong mobility.

Boom!

Behind the scattered army rushing over, there was a flash of intense white light, and then another group of monsters flew up with flames burning on their bodies.

Boromir looked towards the place where the noise came from and narrowed his eyes.

"It's Levi!"

He recognized the figure that was almost single-handedly sweeping away the enemy forces on the battlefield.

The man was wearing gray-black armor with faint dark red patterns, an old but neat linen cloak, and holding a sword that was almost as tall as a person. He was blocking the oncoming army with great momentum.

There was a gray figure behind Levi. Boromir also knew this person. He was the grey-robed wanderer Gandalf.

He mainly played a supporting role, using his sword Glamdring to clear the falling minions. Occasionally, when he was too busy, he would use his cane to emit a flash, but the frequency was very low, and he mainly used the sword to chop.

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly a group of tall figures came running towards me.

"That's... a ogre?!"

"careful!"

Boromir shouted a warning, and to his surprise, Levi seemed to have heard the cry even from a long distance away and with the interference of wind and snow, but he just waved his hand and rushed towards the group of ogres.

I don’t know if it was an illusion caused by my eyes, but there seemed to be a star-like object flashing on that hand.

Boom! Soon, the ogres fell to the ground one after another. None of them could survive the third sword.

This kind of power is terrifying.

Boromir thought to himself.

Even for him, he would need to lead a team of at least five people to be sure of dealing with that kind of ogre smoothly.

"The most powerful enemy I have ever faced was a war beast that was seven or eight meters tall. It took me thirty people to take it down."

“It’s pretty good.”

The company captain on the side responded to these words.

"I've also seen the giant beast you mentioned. It's quite difficult to deal with, and it's difficult to cause effective damage to it with ordinary means."

"Being able to lead a team to defeat it in a head-on confrontation using only ordinary weapons is considered excellent in our country and is worthy of a medal."

"It seems that you are not having an easy time either."

Boromir looked at the rows of defenders on the city wall with strict military discipline and serious expressions, and some thoughts in his mind changed slightly.

(End of this chapter)

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