Chapter 395: Return of the Legend

Chapter 395: Return of the Legend

The banner of the King of Rohan fluttered in the wind, with a white horse galloping across the green fields painted on it, but Théoden was faster than it, and he galloped, and no one could catch up with him. The marshals followed closely behind him, with the white tails on their helmets fluttering.

The army rushed away like a foaming wave rushing towards the dark coast.

Eventually, it collided with it.

The horses' hooves crushed the spears, and the Orcs met their own destruction in this mighty charge, without being able to offer the slightest resistance.

Like a red-hot knife cutting through butter, the Hussars' charge was unstoppable, cutting through the host of Mordor all the way to the city walls.

The king took the lead in killing the enemy, followed by the marshal and the guards. They were the first to break through the enemy's defense line and open up a path.

For a moment, Mordor's vanguard inevitably collapsed and became difficult to organize, and was almost unilaterally slaughtered by the cavalry.

Yes, the gates of Minas Tirith were broken, but it had a new stronghold formed by the horsemen of Rohan.

Every man showed great bravery, even the two horsemen, one large and one small, who seemed a little strange to be seen riding on the same horse, and who hacked and hacked away at the blows, and killed many an Orc as they went.

However, this quick glance made Theoden's heart skip a beat.

However, the situation is critical at the moment, so this matter must be put aside for now and the war takes priority.

"Protect the city!" he shouted and continued to charge forward.

Looking at the cavalrymen guarding the city walls, Denethor inside the city couldn't help but sigh:

"The people of Rohan have never lacked integrity."

But soon, the situation changed again.

Boom! The ground shook, and a huge figure that people did not know appeared at the back of the battlefield.

Harad's war mammoths.

This is a terrifying super-heavy unit unique to Harad, and it is also an old friend that Levi is very familiar with. Every time Levi fights them head-on and gets stepped on on the back, he will suffer a little damage.

Of course, if other people heard this, they would just feel horrified.

Head-on wrestling with a mammoth...? What a joke.

That's what the Riders of Rohan thought.

But they could not retreat, because behind them were the walls of Gondor and the breached gates. Once they flinched, facing the newly arrived reinforcements, Gondor would fall in an instant.

Knowing this, they gritted their teeth and charged at the enemy once again.

But they were the first to collapse.

That mammoth, and the tower it carried, was a natural nemesis for cavalry.

Wherever the mammoths passed, the horses would become terrified and out of control, unable to move forward.

Those mammoths have thick skin and flesh, and cannot be broken by ordinary weapons at all. They are invincible on the battlefield and remain motionless no matter how the enemy hacks at them.

Seeing the situation change, Denethor immediately summoned his lieutenants and Prince Dol Amroth and ordered, "Go support our friends!"

The men of Gondor fought bravely, trying to aid their allies.

But their plan failed.

The Witch-king's deputy immediately sent out another large army - composed of Near Haradrim in scarlet armor and a large number of Easterling warriors. They blocked the reinforcements and successfully cut off the soldiers of Rohan and Gondor, but it seemed a little difficult.

The Witch King's deputy was a little annoyed.

"What about the Khans? Why didn't they come?"

"Sooner or later they will have to pay the price for their disloyalty!"

…

"kill!!!"

On the other side, Théoden charged forward angrily. As Lord of Rohan and King of the Mark, he wanted to set an example for the soldiers behind him, so he showed no fear.

But his horse betrayed him and flinched first.

His mount, with its pure white hair, was not Shadowjet after all, and was not the king of horses. Its courage was not enough to allow it to face an enemy that was ten times larger than itself.

At this moment when the horses were showing fear and their movements were extremely restrained, another enemy arrived.

Witch King.

He came down on his horse, and knocked Theoden over with his horse.

“Hahahahahaha—”

The shrill laughter scared away the nearby cavalrymen who wanted to rush to the rescue, making them stiff and dare not move at all.

"No one can save you, King of Rohan, but a mere stableboy..."

The Witch King walked forward with a fierce smile and approached slowly. He enjoyed this moment - the glorious moment of killing the King of Rohan that was watched by everyone.

But his plan failed.

A Rohan soldier with a hoarse voice picked up his shield, roared and rushed over, catching the Witch King off guard. With the sword in his hand, he cut off the softest part of the ferocious beast's neck in just two or three strokes, causing the Witch King to lose his mount.

The furious Witch King picked up the chain hammer in his hand and smashed the round shield that the soldier had just picked up with two clangs, breaking her left arm and making her unable to resist.

"No…"

Théoden raised his head with difficulty. He finally found that figure. She was clearly his niece, the apple of Rohan's eye, the golden-haired princess...

"die!"

Just as the Witch King was about to carry out the final execution, suddenly, a short, barefoot soldier mustered up the courage to rush forward and stabbed the dagger in his hand into the gap in the Witch King's armor.

"ah--!!!"

A scream erupted from the Witch King's throat, and he looked ferociously at the dagger that stabbed him, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Ordinary swords could not hurt him, or even touch him, but this sword was different. Judging from its style, it was made by the Dúnedain long ago. The weapons they made were blessed and could hurt a Ringwraith or a wight.

Moreover... this weapon, the light on it, is definitely related to that person!

“Get lost!”

Merry was suddenly knocked back and flew a long distance. Even the part of the dagger that was inserted into the Witch King's body was shattered, becoming a broken blade.

However, this also caused the Witch King to suffer heavy damage.

The Rohan soldier who had just fought him stood up and wanted to execute him.

But the Witch King was not afraid. He thought of Glorfindel's prophecy and laughed, saying, "No man can kill me."

Hearing this, Éowyn also laughed.

She threw off her helmet, revealing her golden hair that shone with dazzling luster, and said, "But I am not a man."

"What?!"

"die!"

Éowyn struck with all her might, and pierced the Witch-king with her sword.

The Witch King met his destined death.

This time, he couldn't be resurrected.

From then on, there were only eight Ringwraiths left.

"Merry!"

Eowyn quickly found Merry who was blown away. Merry struggled to get up and said, "I'm fine. Save the king first!"

At this moment, Theoden was badly injured, had lost his strength, and was being pressed down by his own mount, and was about to suffocate.

Merry took out the golden apple he had kept and said, "Give it to him, quick!"

…

The Witch King is gone, but the defenders are still at a disadvantage.

"Not at all."

A black ship came up the river, and the Orcs were overjoyed and rushed to greet it.

They shouted to the ship, "You're late, you stinking pirates!"

"pirate?"

Aragorn smiled.

He jumped off the boat with Boromir and his men, as well as the rangers of the Grey Band.

The Orcs also realized that these dozens of people did not seem to be friendly forces, but enemies.

"Pfft, are there only so many of you?" The orcs laughed.

"Yeah?"

The group was not afraid at all.

The black ship behind him sailed away.

A great shadow fell across the riverbank, hiding the smiles of the Orcs.

They looked up and saw a huge ship with a beam of light in the center slowly approaching and docking at the shore.

Levi walked off the boat, dragging the Dragon Flame Steel sword and rubbing it on the ground.

But to the Orcs that sound was as from Hell—a Hell more terrible than Utumno.

“Ah—Ah!!!”

They screamed and retreated, their hearts filled with fear.

Following Levi, reinforcements from the Water City and various fiefdoms of Gondor landed one after another. At a rough glance, the number was at least tens of thousands.

This was a powerful reinforcement force, most of them wearing the standard armor of the Water City, and a few wearing the Gondor style.

“It’s time.”

Aragorn raised his sword and was about to summon the army of undead, but was stopped by Levi.

"etc."

Levi blocked the undead army that was ready to attack, so they immediately stopped moving.

Indeed, strictly speaking, they must obey Aragorn, the descendant of Isildur.

Although they did not have to obey the orders of the man next to him, that man had the power to destroy them.

He said stop, and if the Isildur bloodline in front of him did not object, then he had to give this face.

Not only them, but even the large group of orcs in front of them did not move and did not dare to interrupt their conversation.

If they talk longer, they can live longer.

It would be best if you could keep talking until the next day.

"What's wrong?" Aragorn asked confused.

Now is a good time to attack. If the Undead Army and the reinforcements on the ship charge together to support the armies of Gondor and Rohan, even if the enemy numbers hundreds of thousands, they will be defeated immediately.

"Not yet."

Levi looked up at the sky, then looked across the long distance at Rohan's army and said:

"Don't mess with the dead in front of the Witch King and the Ringwraiths, and don't try to compete with Sauron for the control of the dead."

"Don't forget, they are all experts in manipulating the undead. Think about how the corpse demons came about."

"Give me a moment."

After saying this, Levi instantly put on the Tengyan breastplate, and with the sound of fireworks, he took off from the ground and headed straight for the Ringwraiths flying in the air.

Then people saw a meteor-like orange-red flame gliding in the sky, rumbling across the sky at an extremely fast speed, breaking through the dark clouds above, and heading straight for the fleeing Ringwraiths.

The meteors hit the ferocious beasts ridden by the Ringwraiths one after another, severely defeating them, dragging them to the ground, and creating deep pits.

The remaining Ringwraiths raised their bodies in fear, flew higher into the sky, and fled in all directions.

However, the figure behind them seemed to be demanding their lives, chasing them relentlessly and flying faster than them.

"When did the Ringwraiths feel fear?"

Denethor looked up and was amazed.

"That depends on who it is. Don't you recognize him?"

"who?"

Denethor had some guesses in his mind, but he was still not sure.

Gandalf looked at him and blinked twice.

"I won't tell you."

…

Boom! The last Ringwraith flying in the air fell to the ground and hit the open space made by the Orcs.

But it seems there is one left.

"ah--!!!"

A sharp scream was heard, and Levi turned his head and looked in the direction of the Rohan army. There, the space was distorted and something completely disappeared.

Okay, now it’s gone.

Ignoring the frightened orcs around him, Levi dragged the charred corpse of the ferocious beast out of the deep pit he had just created, stood on it, raised his sword and shouted: "Attack!!!"

Whoosh——

As he shouted, he took out his crossbow and shot a ray of instructional fireworks into the sky.

"Aragorn!" shouted Legolas, who had the best eyesight.

"good!"

Aragorn raised his sword high, and this time there was no one on the battlefield who could restrain the undead.

Then the Undead army rushed out and instantly overwhelmed the frozen Orcs in front of them, then rushed straight to the center of the battlefield and began to participate in the encirclement and suppression.

"For the free cities, for all free people, charge!!"

The reinforcements from the Water City also disembarked and joined the battlefield. Their momentum was overwhelming. Under the reflection of the beacon, they seemed to be shrouded in a layer of sacred light, forming a sharp contrast with the army of undead.

The undead were already frightening enough, and now with the arrival of such an extraordinary army, both the Haradrim and the Easterlings were a little undecided.

The Orcs were somewhat fearful. Unlike the Easterlings or Haradrim who were unaware of the situation, they had been confronting the Free Cities for many years and were most familiar with these armies. They knew their outrageous fighting capabilities and who their leaders were.

"For Gondor!!"

After the reinforcements from the Water City, Gondor came next.

This army was led by Boromir, who picked up the horn at his waist that had been broken by the enemy in the previous fierce battle, but had been repaired by a soldier who was a part-time craftsman in the Water City.

No - that's not right, it should be said that he is a skilled craftsman who works part-time as a soldier.

Putting aside these unnecessary and complicated thoughts, Boromir took a deep breath and blew the horn sharply.

The voice was loud and shocking, and its momentum was majestic, grand and vast. It instantly covered the entire battlefield from the river bank, all the way into the city of Gondor, shocking everyone's heart.

"Boromir, it is the horn of Boromir, the defender of Gondor has returned!!"

All men in Gondor knew the sound of that horn, for Boromir blew it whenever he went out to battle to raise morale.

And this time, he blew the horn because of his return.

(End of this chapter)

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