Chapter 394: Rushing Toward Doomsday and Destruction

Chapter 394: Rushing Toward Doomsday and Destruction

While the Orcs were still assembling siege equipment, Gondor had already launched its attack.

The defenders operated their catapults and hurled catapults into the Orcs' ranks, many of which were aimed at the equipment they were building or had already built, and successfully destroyed it.

But this is just a drop in the bucket.

There were too many enemies and they were well prepared. Once we destroyed one, there would be another. There seemed to be no end to it.

During the brief confrontation in which Gondor had the upper hand, the Orcs quickly assembled trebuchets and siege engines, but the installation location was a bit strange, far away from the city wall and far beyond the range of the city defense facilities.

The defenders could only use the catapults to hit the nearby Orcs and siege towers, but could not attack the catapults on the opposite side.

But the city walls seem to be beyond the range of these facilities, and the catapults on the opposite side seem to be useless installations... right?

Soon, the defenders' confusion was resolved as the huge catapults began to attack.

It seems that it can really attack the city wall.

"wrong."

Denethor looked serious.

Originally, even if the opponent's catapult could throw so far, he still looked down on this kind of attack.

After all, the walls of Minas Tirith beneath our feet were not built by ordinary people. Like the towers of Isengard, they are quite solid and ordinary attacks are simply ineffective.

Not to mention the stones sent by the catapults, even if the tree people from Fangorn Forest came, they would be helpless.

But as the enemy's shells fell, people finally knew what it was.

It was not a stone, but a pitch-black bomb imbued with Sauron's black magic. It would explode with great power once it fell to the ground or touched something.

Even the inner city wall was inevitably cracked and collapsed.

After being beaten continuously, the Orcs finally launched the first counterattack and showed their fangs.

hiss--

At the same time, as the catapults were activated, the Ringwraiths also joined the battlefield. The roars of the ferocious beasts echoed over the city. Facing this final decisive battle, the nine Ringwraiths attacked together without reservation.

Together they exuded a terrifying aura, occasionally descending to attack the defenders, especially targeting the catapults on the city walls.

The defenders could only fight back with sporadic arrows, which were basically unable to penetrate the defenses of the ferocious beast.

Without strong anti-air units, the flying Ringwraiths are basically invincible.

"Stand firm and fight!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Denethor immediately led his men to try to fight back. He subconsciously wanted to draw his sword and have a real man duel with the Ringwraiths, but after running a few steps, he clearly realized his aging.

He is indeed old and not as strong as he used to be.

But there were people who were stronger than he was—even if they looked much older.

“Get lost!”

Gandalf raised his staff high, emitting a burst of white light that drove back the approaching Ringwraiths.

But the effect was minimal. There were nine Ringwraiths, but he was only one, and he couldn't fly. He could only defend a certain place on the city wall, which was very passive.

The defenders' losses continued to mount.

At this time the Orcs brought up their battering rams and struck down upon the strong gates of Minas Tirith.

But it was no use. The gate of this white city was as strong as its walls. The battering ram struck it many times without causing any damage, not even a piece of debris was lost.

Instead, a large number of Oaks gathered in front of the door were shot to death.

This behavior is just like Oak hitting Levi with his bare hands - not even as good as tickling.

You have to rebound yourself to death.

The army's attack continued until midnight.

They were never able to break through the strong defenses of Minas Tirith, and even the Ringwraiths began to look a little weak - exhausted by Gandalf the White.

He alone held back nine Ringwraiths.

"We can't take that gate. It's too strong."

At midnight, under the city wall, the leader of the Orc vanguard came back to report.

"Bring Gronde over here!"

As the leader gave the order, horns sounded from behind the Orcs.

The Orcs made way for a broad path.

Four giant beasts with thick skin and flesh tied with iron chains, together with dozens of ogres, slowly came over with great effort to pull a terrifying siege facility so large that it was even flush with the city wall.

"Grond! Grond! Grond!"

The Orcs on both sides roared in unison, and for a moment the morale of the Mordor army was greatly boosted.

The defenders on the city wall were horrified to find that the weapon called "Grond" was definitely taller than the city gate when erected.

So much so that even to pull it to hit the city gate, seven extremely powerful beasts were needed.

Faced with this giant siege machine, everyone was a little scared. They kept attacking the behemoth and the siege machine operators, but to no avail.

“Hahahahahaha—”

A shrill laugh sounded in the air, and the power of the Witch King covered Grond, casting a powerful spell on it.

Three times.

With the help of the evil spell, the sturdy gate of the White City, which was said to be impregnable, was knocked open in just three hits.

The Witch King personally led the charge into the city. All of a sudden, the defenders who were guarding the city gates stopped in their tracks and no one dared to step forward.

This is no ordinary Ringwraith, he is the leader of the Ringwraiths and the most powerful one among them.

Everyone knows about his embarrassing story. Yes, he did not dare to face the challenge of the legend in the north many years ago and was severely humiliated by that legend, but this does not mean that anyone can step on his head.

Only after facing it personally did people once again realize the horror of the Witch King and marvel at the power of that legend.

But apart from him, is there anyone in Gondor who dares to face the Witch-King?

"Even your master doesn't make me feel the slightest bit afraid, how dare you, a servant, show off your power here?"

Then Denethor rode up and faced him with sword in hand.

His voice gave the defenders hope.

Gandalf followed closely behind, and together with Denethor, they faced the Witch-king.

"Get back into the shadows!"

The two sides began to compete in strength.

In the past, Gandalf the Grey might have been slightly at a disadvantage in such a competition.

But now everything is different.

He is Gandalf the White.

"Oh!!"

Gandalf suddenly burst out with a holy power, and the Witch King was immediately hit hard and retreated repeatedly. This blow also caused a large number of Orcs who were gathered at the city gate and trying to squeeze in to launch an attack to fly away and hurled them far away.

Even the three Ologs wearing full steel armor standing behind the Witch King fell to the ground and were unable to get up for a while.

"You can't change everything on your own, wizard."

"And you, you will eventually face your own destruction, give up struggling, hahahaha..."

The Witch King said a few harsh words to Gandalf and Denethor, but he retreated behind Olog with a clear mind and let these large vanguard units take the lead and rush in first.

Although they were unhappy, Denethor and Gandalf were not the kind of people who were blindly arrogant. They knew that what the Witch-king said was true.

"No matter what, stop those bastard Orcs. Don't let them enter the inner city!"

Denethor himself went forth into the field, and felled several of the Orcs with his sword.

Beside him, Gandalf held a staff in one hand and a sword in the other, wielding them with great vigor, and even killed an Olog.

Denethor sweated a few times and glanced at Gandalf briefly during the fight.

It must be said that this wizard did play a big role in helping White City hold out for so long.

Some of his inner thoughts began to change.

"careful!"

Suddenly, Gandalf threw Glamdring and accurately killed an Orc that was trying to attack Denethor, which made him react immediately and followed up with another blow.

Seeing a bunch of Ologs rushing in from outside the door, Denethor gritted his teeth.

"No, the city gate can't be defended, we have to..."

Buzz——

Just as Denethor was about to return to the inner city, a loud horn sounded on the high slope in the distance.

"It's Rohan... Rohan's reinforcements!"

After many days of galloping, Rohan's cavalry finally arrived at the battlefield.

However, on the high slope in the north of Minas Tirith, looking at the dense and dark army below the city, even though he had tens of thousands of cavalry behind him, Theoden actually felt a little scalp tingling.

The enemy is more than 50,000 or 60,000, far more than...

But he did not back down, but quickly made a decision to act.

The gates of Minas Tirith have been breached, and now the enemy must be cut off to save the city.

Twelve thousand cavalrymen against more than fifty thousand orcs and ogres.

Can it be broken open? Yes, it can.

Hope ignited in Theoden's heart, and he was not afraid in the face of the surging enemies.

Not to mention that he had a full 12,000 cavalrymen behind him, even if there were only half of the current number, he would dare to lead the charge against the enemy.

"This is the end of Gondor, and it is also our end..."

The dark clouds covering the sky made people feel frightened.

In the front row, two soldiers, one tall and one short, who were riding on the same horse, were trembling a little. The tall one kept muttering:

"Have courage, Merry. For our friends, have courage."

The short one just gritted his teeth and stared at the army.

The chieftain of the Oaks saw the large number of cavalrymen on the hillside and shouted, "Line up! Line up! Spearmen, advance, archers, stand back!"

On the other side, Theoden also began to issue orders, arranging three Marshals Mark to lead the cavalry to attack on the left, right and center lines respectively, while he himself led a soldier holding the royal flag, standing in front of everyone, taking the lead.

"Arise! Riders of Théoden!"

"Spears should be shaken! Round shields should be broken!"

"It's time to draw the sword! It's time to stain the blood!"

"Until the sun rises again!"

"Towards destruction! Towards the end of the world!"

After this war, my tomb may be covered with Eternal Wisdom flowers.

But even if I die, I will not have lived in vain.

For humanity, for hope, this trip is well deserved.

Thinking about his possible fate, Theoden stood at the front, with Rohan's banner-bearer behind him. He took a deep breath and shouted in Rohan:

"Eorl clan, charge!!"

"rush!!"

In this way, they took the initiative to charge towards doomsday and destruction.

(End of this chapter)

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