Chapter 382 Dawn
"Yes, the sun has indeed not risen yet."
Inside the Hornburg, Théoden put on his helmet.
"But the light of dawn arrives first."
Buzz——
On the top of the tower, Gimli blew the horn of Helm's Deep. The dwarf's bull-like rugged aura played its full role at this moment. The sound of the horn resounded throughout the mountains, distant and inspiring.
At the other end, the horn of the Free City also sounded, echoing in the valley along with this voice.
The people of Uruk and Dunlman were suddenly panicked and filled with fear.
The situation changed too quickly. First, the leading Ringwraith died suddenly, and then an elite army of unknown number appeared.
These are even secondary.
The main thing is, the man who killed the Ringwraiths... The newly born Uruk in Isengard in recent years may not know what's going on, but the people of Dunlending know.
They immediately flinched and collapsed before Uruk. They were about to break through the inner gate of Hornburg, but now they gave up the attack and turned around and ran.
But they made a fatal mistake, which was to expose their backs to the enemy.
When the horn of Helm's Deep sounded, the cavalrymen in the castle were all cheered up. They shouted excitedly, as if they saw King Helm, who would never fall, coming back to the world.
"Family of Eorl, charge with me!"
Théoden was the first to mount his horse and rode ahead.
The city gates were wide open, and the cavalrymen, their armor glowing with a dim light, filed out, charging forward without any hindrance.
Aragorn rode side by side with Théoden, leading the way.
At this time, another army also occupied the mouth of the valley.
Levi stood on the top of the mountain, holding up the Dragon Flame Steel Sword and shouting, "People of the Free City, march forward, charge!!"
"rush!!!"
The white light that penetrated the darkness lit up, and Gandalf rode Shadowfax to the front. At this moment, he took on the responsibility of commander and led the army to rush down.
In front of them were the Rohan cavalry, shining with a dim yellow glow, and behind them was the elite army, shining with silver and white glory.
The leader of the Uruk army seemed somewhat desperate at this moment.
However, in the midst of the outburst of desire to survive, he still reacted and immediately ordered the soldiers in the rear to form a formation to meet the attack.
But it was all in vain.
Not to mention how disruptive the light spell of the white-robed wizard leading the team was, which almost illuminated the entire valley. Even without him, the equipment of the silver-white army was too terrifying. Even the horses had sturdy full body armor and were not afraid of being poked at all.
Boom!
Two armies, one broke out from the castle, the other rushed down the slope from the valley. Wherever they went, the enemy was completely scattered and could no longer reorganize their formation.
The situation is settled.
When the enemy was squeezed in the middle by the armies from both the Horn Fort and the exit of the valley, Levi slid down the hillside, crashed into the enemy group, and began his own cleanup.
When they saw him coming down, the Dark Barbarians immediately dropped their weapons, huddled in a corner and shouted for surrender, while the Uruks, not knowing why, just felt angry - these guys actually rebelled on the battlefield.
But they no longer have a choice.
The Uruk army was forced to flee without any chance to fight back. They were chased out of the deep valley, and they died along the way. Before long, half of them were killed.
Levi put away his sword, stood behind the army, and looked at the subjects who were bravely chasing after him, feeling very gratified.
They have matured and can let go of their worries...
With emotion, the enemy met the end that he had brought upon himself.
…
The other side.
When the war began and the thunderstorm fell, Pippin and Merry were not very peaceful. They woke up one after another at night and saw Treebeard holding a meeting with a large group of other Ents.
The two looked at each other, thought about their experiences in the past few days, and decided to do something.
They then explained the situation in Isengard, saying that it was no longer ruled by the White Wizard, but had been occupied by the Dark Lord's minions and had become a lair of orcs, which would certainly threaten Fangorn Forest if allowed to develop.
But the Ents were not very impressed with this statement.
"Submit and accept what is bestowed upon you. This is the fate of tree people. It has been like this since ancient times."
As Treebeard spoke, he gently stroked the heads of the two little hobbits. Although he tried to be as gentle as possible, he still ruffled their hair.
Pippin and Merry could only sulk.
“But your proposal is also worthy of attention.”
Just when they were thinking about persuading Treebeard again, Treebeard shut them up with a word.
"I will bring up this matter at this meeting. Just wait and see, little ones."
Seeing that the proposal was taken seriously, Pippin and Merry looked at each other and immediately smiled.
However, until the stars in the sky shifted several angles, the tree people's discussion still had no result.
The two hobbits couldn't wait any longer.
"Hey, how's your discussion going?"
Treebeard replied, "The meeting has made some progress. We discussed a very important issue."
"What? You decided to attack?"
"No."
Treebeard opened his clear eyes and said, "We discussed the new trees that have grown in the North River Basin. Although those new companions are square, they are full of vitality and are indeed our kind. We all agree that we should not discriminate against them."
"What else?"
"besides?"
Treebeard blinked and thought about it.
"Oh, yes, there's one other thing."
"What?"
"I also mentioned you two. We all agreed that you are not orcs."
"Then what?"
"You've been discussing this for so long?"
Treebeard nodded slowly.
The two hobbits nearly fainted from anger.
The time these tree people spent discussing these two small issues was enough for them to talk about all their relatives in Hobbiton from east to west, including their ancestors for three generations.
The treeman language that they have is too inefficient for communication.
However, despite the low efficiency, they still came to a conclusion after some time.
A disappointing result for both hobbits.
It’s still the same as what I said before, just accept what comes your way, stay in the deep mountains and forests and don’t interfere with the outside world.
But the Hobbits always have their own way.
They begged Treebeard to take them to Isengard, whereupon Treebeard saw a scene that was nothing short of a disaster.
“When did the brownfields spread?”
In the past, humans also cut down trees on a large scale, but at least some grass would be left after the trees were cut down.
But Mordor is different.
They didn't even leave any grass. After cutting down trees and taking resources, they would set a fire to make the terrain open and suitable for war.
At this moment, Treebeard knew he could no longer shrink.
"I thought I could keep my tribe safe by keeping to myself, but I didn't expect the Dark Lord's minions have come to me. They want to destroy the only remaining tree people in the world."
Treebeard suddenly fell into reminiscence.
"A long time ago, the Dark Lord's army also launched an attack on the Tree People. We resisted with great difficulty. If it weren't for the Valar's army that annihilated them, perhaps even I would not exist today."
"Now the Dark Lord's army has arrived again. Those powerful enemies are right before our eyes. I'm afraid no one can help us this time."
"But we are not afraid. Since the Dark Lord wants to destroy all the tree people, then let him do as he wishes. But I must let him know that the tree people will not sit here and wait for destruction, nor will they watch their compatriots die without any expression..."
"Wake up, my people, and attack the enemy, even if it means our destruction!"
Treebeard and the other Ents began to use Ent magic to awaken the ancient trees of Fangorn Forest and transform them into a sub-species of Ent that could act independently: Huorn.
"Come on, this is the final battle of the tree people, and also the battle of destruction... the flaming axe of the fire demon and the breath of the flying dragon, as well as the boundless and brutal army, I am ready to face them."
"We must inflict as much damage as possible on the Dark Lord's army, so that the free people of Middle-earth can have a moment to breathe."
At this moment, the angry Treebeard was ready to sacrifice his entire clan.
However, Pippin and Merry were stunned by his words;
"Is there a Balrog in that tower?"
"I don't know. When I met Gandalf in the forest earlier, he told me that the last Balrog had fallen into the abyss and was killed by him personally."
"What is that Treebeard talking about? And the dragon that can breathe fire. Is he talking about little... Beheldan?"
"What's going on?"
At this moment, there was a slight deviation between the cognition of the Ents who existed long before the First Age and the Hobbits of today.
Since Pippin and Merry had been using ambiguous terms like the Dark Lord when explaining enemy intelligence, Treebeard's understanding of their words was somewhat biased. Almost instinctively, the first thing he thought of was the 'Dark Lord' that was most familiar to him.
That is Morgoth.
So a large number of tree people went out to fight, broke open the pass of Isengard, and advanced into it.
A great battle ensued, and the Orcs and the remnants of Uruk put up a hard resistance, but it was of little use.
Ents can be said to be one of the strongest creatures in Middle-earth. Their bark is extremely strong, their fists are powerful, and they can easily grab a large rock from the ground.
The thick armor and wide shield that Uruk was proud of were easily crushed into a ball of scrap iron by the tree man's big hands, and did not provide any defensive effect at all.
At this moment, let alone Uruk or Orcs, even Levi would not be able to survive facing so many tree people. He would - fight slowly.
After all, he is now covered in flaming equipment, which makes him more powerful than the tree man.
The Orcs of Isengard did not hold out for long. After clearing out all the Orcs guarding the house, Treebeard raised his head and looked vigilantly at the ferry in the sky and in the distance.
"Hasn't their main force arrived yet?"
"No, that should be all."
Pippin didn't quite know what to say.
Why is this old tree man so cautious?
Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, some noise was heard in the distance.
A group of Uruks were running towards this place quickly, as if something terrifying was urging them from behind.
"Ha, I knew there was more."
So these fleeing remnants suffered.
They entered a living forest disguised as tree people, and never got out again.
"What are those?"
Taking advantage of the dim sky, Theoden, who had chased all the way here, asked Levi beside him.
"The Tree People of Fangorn."
Levi called out their origins and said, "It is probably the Orcs raised by Saruman who killed their companions, and now they come out to take revenge on the Orcs."
“What a powerful force.”
Théoden sighed as he looked at the throbbing forest.
"I guess I'll have to change the law when I get back so people don't cut down that ancient forest, or get too close to it."
"It's a wise move. The Ents will be very happy when they know it."
"Let the last ancient forest in the world rest in peace."
(End of this chapter)
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