Chapter 396: Do not listen to what is indecent, do not look at what is indecent.
When a meteor-like figure surrounded by flames appeared in the air, it defeated the Ringwraiths that brought fear to the people one by one, and people seemed to see a dazzling sun.
The light he emitted made all the soldiers no longer fear Mordor, as if they had found an anchor in their hearts. Morale increased significantly and approached the maximum value.
——Because it is a legend unique to free people. He only appeared a hundred years ago, but his story has spread to any place people can reach. Even in the most remote villages, people tell his legend.
And now, this supreme leader of the North has personally gone to the battlefield and defeated the powerful Ringwraiths that people fear with great ease.
Naturally, such an action would not be ignored by Mordor and its allies.
"I remember the ancient rumors, the shadow of war..."
On this day, the dark humans enslaved by Mordor remembered the fears of decades ago. They hesitated, shrank back, and their momentum was greatly reduced.
Only some of the bravest and most tenacious Harad and Dongyi warriors gritted their teeth and stepped forward, vowing to fight to the death.
This is humankind. Whether on the side of freedom or on the side of darkness, there is no shortage of courageous people.
They also have their own beliefs and lives. Their biggest mistake was to ally with Sauron. They were bewitched by Sauron and dragged into darkness, and were on the opposite side of the interests of all the good people in Middle-earth.
The dazzling sun brings comfort to people's hearts and ignites hope.
The magnificent trumpet sound that followed excited the people, and their whole bodies were inspired by the belief in "home" that burst out from the bottom of their hearts.
The situation was completely reversed.
The fall of Mordor is inevitable.
But the battle that needs to be fought must still be fought.
Swoosh——
As Boromir blew his horn, Farodan unfurled his standard, announcing the return of the blood of Isildur.
At the same time, the Gray Elite Brigade also began to charge forward and join the battlefield.
“Come on!”
Gimli took up his axe and felled the Orcs one by one.
Legolas was not to be outdone. He ran and killed all the way, often performing a brilliant move by shooting an arrow through multiple enemies.
A dwarf and an elf started competing to kill the most enemies.
"Thirty-five, thirty-six..."
"Ha ha!"
Gimli counted and suddenly said to the side: "Well, I am ahead of you by a full ten!"
Legolas frowned, looked at Gimli, then looked at the mammoth in the distance, and immediately rushed over.
He made full use of his spirit's characteristics, using the folds of the mammoth to climb up, and then grabbed the rope hanging from the mammoth's body, and swung up.
Then the enemies in the tower above were in trouble. They had never expected that an enemy would be able to run up, and therefore they had never thought that someone could launch a sneak attack from behind.
Caught off guard, most of the people in the tower were killed, and the remaining two or three could not pose a threat to Legolas, and the team was quickly wiped out.
A moment later, when the arrow pierced through the weak spot on the mammoth's skull and the mammoth fell to the ground, Gimli, who had been watching Legolas the whole time, was stunned.
Is this even possible?!
"That, that can only count as one!"
"I still kill the most!"
Gimli was stubborn.
Legolas shook his head and said:
"That's not necessarily true."
He pointed in another direction of the battlefield.
Gimli looked over there and saw Levi enduring the trampling attack of the mammoth war elephant, directly overturning the elephant and the tower on it.
Unlike Legolas who had to use all his physical characteristics and abilities to defeat a war elephant, he would just go straight in and fight, killing whoever he caught.
Gulp.
Gimli swallowed his saliva as he watched Levi violently chop down another mammoth.
"He doesn't count. Don't compare yourself to him."
Boom! In the blink of an eye, after clearing all the high-threat large units, Levi jumped onto Grond, the siege weapon that Soran had painstakingly crafted, in three or two steps, and then raised his sword and swung it down, completely destroying it one by one.
The huge battering ram exploded and fragments fell to the ground.
This marked the complete defeat of Mordor.
The Orcs were the first to collapse. Without the pressure of the Ringwraiths, and with the arrival of Levi, Aragorn and others with reinforcements, they suddenly lost their fighting spirit and fled.
Next came the dark humans. Most of them did not choose to escape, but resisted to the end, but it was all in vain.
The battle ended soon. Some fled, some died. The outside of the city wall was in a mess, with smoke, dust and corpses all over the ground.
What is certain is that there are no enemies left standing.
"You have fulfilled your vows, rest in peace."
After the battle, Aragorn freed the souls of the dead as he had said, freeing them from thousands of years of pain and suffering.
"They are actually quite useful." Gimli said reluctantly.
Aragorn shook his head and said nothing.
As a king, you must have the most basic integrity.
"It's over, for now."
On the other side of the battlefield, Gandalf sighed as he looked at the mess on the ground.
“It’s not over yet.”
Beside him, Levi came over with Pippin.
“It’s just the beginning.”
He patted Gandalf on the shoulder.
Gandalf thought of something and said, "Then, as always, take me with you. As a white wizard, this is exactly what I should do."
"Then...see you at the Black Gate."
"See you at the Black Gate."
Just as Levi was about to turn around and leave, suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry came from a distance.
"No--!!"
Éomer knelt on the ground, held Éowyn, whose eyes were closed, and cried bitterly.
After he shouted like this, the surrounding Rohan marshals and soldiers also turned their eyes over. When they saw their own princess appear on the battlefield, they were shocked beyond words. Many of them also fell into sadness and couldn't stop crying.
"Only those who have experienced the baptism of the battlefield without fear are true warriors."
Théodred, who followed Éomer closely, repeated what he had said to Éowyn and was in a trance.
"You are a true warrior, as brave as any man on the battlefield, Eowyn."
He knelt on the ground, looking at the motionless Eowyn in front of him, and he could no longer hold back his tears.
"Well--"
A groan came from the side.
"Is there anyone who cares about me?"
Theoden struggled to push away the horse that was pressing on him, looked up at the sky and gasped.
"Father!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Theodred was the first to run over and help Theoden up.
The old king was supported by Théodred and limped to the suffering Éomer and said, "Didn't you notice that your sister is still breathing?"
These words struck Éomer's heart like lightning. He immediately checked Éowyn's condition and found that she was indeed still alive.
But his condition was extremely bad, as if he had been poisoned by something. His face was black, his blood vessels were stretched and his color darkened. It was obvious that there was something bad in him.
"Dark Shadow Disease, an incurable poison caused by the Ringwraiths."
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"It is said that people with this symptom will fall into a deep sleep forever until their souls also fall into darkness."
Théoden muttered, and then he said, "When I was a boy, two rangers of the Wayhold who passed through Rohan told me stories of this disease."
"There are two remedies for this disease. One is the milk of the Free Cities, and the other is a secret recipe known to the Dunedain."
"And now..."
Théoden was not worried at all.
Because now he has Levi on his left and Aragorn on his right.
They were both attracted by the loud wailing voice of Éomer.
Of these two, one needs no further explanation, and the other is the prophesied king and also a legendary medical genius. If this one cannot be saved, he will go with Eowyn.
"Leave it to me."
Aragorn took the initiative to take on this responsibility before Levi came over.
Just when Levi thought he was going to take out the Aseras grass to display the ability of the "medical master" as the king in the prophecy, he unexpectedly took out his own milk supply received from the roadside fort.
"no…"
Levi was speechless for a while.
It was a waste of time.
Aragorn smiled and said, "After all, this thing takes effect faster."
He could indeed use Athelas to cure the Dark Shadow, but why not use it when there is a more effective method? Eowyn is not the only one who suffers from the Dark Shadow.
When Pippin came over, he found Merry's cloak on the ground, and he couldn't laugh anymore.
The Witch-King, or any of the Ringwraiths, are not someone that mortals can touch.
They just stood there and did nothing, but the black aura they emitted would make people around them sick.
Eowyn and Merry fought the Witch-king for a long time. After all, they were only mortals, so it was surprising that nothing happened.
After searching for a long time, Pippin found the unconscious Merry, and he was also infected.
This time it was Levi's turn to take action. He fed Merry a bottle of milk, which cleared the black aura that was lingering on his body.
However, the two men were obviously exhausted, and even after recovering from their illness, they still fell into a coma.
They were sent to Minas Tirith to recuperate.
This is not the end yet.
After a moment, Denethor also came to him and made a request.
Faramir had the same symptoms, and not only that, he was also injured by the Blade of Morgul and has been unconscious ever since, with fragments of the Blade slowly moving towards his heart.
With Denethor came Boromir.
Denethor patted Boromir on the shoulder with satisfaction and began his taunting again:
"Faramir is not as good as his brother. Look, our hero, Boromir, has returned with reinforcements, giving everyone hope."
"Unlike the frail patient still lying in bed, who can't even defend a city and needs people to save him."
Boromir was immediately displeased and retorted:
"Father, I learned about the war from the soldiers. Faramir cannot be blamed. He has always been sent to the most dangerous places and performed the most difficult tasks, but you have no sympathy for him and even often scold him without considering the facts."
"Shut up, Boromir, and do not defend that useless fellow. If he were not so weak, how could he..."
Denethor was still producing output, and he began to have another attack.
Behind him, Gandalf gave Levi a look.
Levi immediately understood the meaning.
So he took out a mithril dagger, stood quietly behind Denethor, and patted Denethor on the shoulder under Boromir's puzzled gaze.
Denethor turned around, also confused.
When he saw what Levi was holding in his hand, his expression suddenly became serious.
Because the dagger in Levi's hand at this moment is not an ordinary weapon.
It was the magnificent ceremonial dagger laced with mithril that Denethor's grandfather Turgon had given to Levi on behalf of Gondor many years before.
There is also a blank coat of arms of the House of Hurin.
Whoever holds this sword will receive full support from the Hulin family.
Denethor had his own pride, and would not break this oath.
So he waited, waiting for Levi to speak.
He will fulfill his family's sacred promise today.
And so, under the gaze of Denethor, Levi slowly approached.
But what he said next was somewhat beyond Denethor's expectations.
"I don't really want to get involved in your family affairs, but as a father, you are indeed somewhat unqualified."
"Today I will educate you on behalf of your grandfather - so that you will know how to treat your family..."
"Wait!" Denethor shouted, finally realizing that something was wrong.
But it was too late.
For the first time in a long time, he felt the authority from his elders.
Boromir on the side looked a little surprised.
After a moment, he wisely closed his eyes and covered his ears.
Don't listen, don't watch.
(End of this chapter)
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