Chapter 237

Port perakir.

Upstream of the great Anduin River Estuary, Gondor is one of the most important and oldest ports.

At this time, it is on the largest and most conspicuous huge wharf of the port.

Members of the Morgan Aragon Legolas expedition, as well as dozens of dunedan Rangers, are standing on the wharf, fully armed, waiting quietly.

"We've been waiting for a long time. When on earth will the pirates come?"

The dwarf Jinli scratched his chin's thick beard and said with some impatience.

In the past two days, he felt that some ticks had penetrated into his beard and gave birth to lice, which was becoming more and more itchy.

But there was no condition to clean up at this time, so I had to endure the itching.

"Why, there are lice?"

Aware of the abnormality of Jinli beside him, Morgan squinted at the dwarf who scratched his chin and thick beard from time to time.

"Lice... What lice..."

"How possible!"

"How could I grow that thing."

Asked by Morgan coldly, Jinli jumped immediately and denied again and again.

It is said that dwarfs always regard their beard as beauty and are regarded as a symbol of men's charm. It will definitely become a joke if they hear that lice grow in their beard.

Looking at Jinli's excited reaction, Morgan was not surprised and didn't reveal it. He just smiled and stopped talking.

On the other side, Aragon said, "it should be coming soon. If they want to enter Gondor, they must pass through this port."

"Is it possible that they have passed?"

Legolas looked at the empty River in the distance and said something.

"It shouldn't be possible..."

Morgan then said, "I've asked the residents of the nearby port before. They haven't seen a large fleet on the water these days."

"Eh, when did you ask? We've been together. Why don't I know."

Jinli looked at Morgan in surprise and asked.

"Because you were scratching your beard..."

Morgan smiled from the corner of his mouth.

"Uh..."

As soon as Morgan talked about this, Jinli couldn't speak.

"Coming..."

At this time, the voice of "halbalad", the leader of the Ranger group, came from one side.

They immediately raised their heads and saw a huge mast ship at the end of the wide and breathless river ahead.

Then the second, the third, the fourth

Seven or eight masted ships of different sizes and styles appeared on the river ahead.

A black flag with a picture of terror hung on the big sail above the bow of each big ship.

This is not a serious caravan at all.

And apparently a pirate fleet from the south.

"That's them..."

Aragorn looked at the coming fleet and spoke in a deep voice.

Behind the wharf, a group of dunedan rangers who are good at shooting have taken out their long bows and put on their arrows.

Time passed slowly.

The huge pirate fleet is also approaching in the direction of everyone.

Finally, when the pirate fleet sailed into the wide river in front of the wharf, and the noise of many pirates on the pirate ship spread to the shore of the wharf.

Aragorn didn't talk nonsense. With a wave of his hand, dozens of dunedan Rangers immediately shot out their arrows.

"Whoosh..."

On the pirate ship nearest to the dock, several pirates fell to the ground with arrows, dead and injured.

The pirates have long noticed this small team on the dock.

But they had an urgent time to go to the capital of Gondor, and they didn't pay attention to the small team on the shore at all.

It was suddenly attacked and immediately bombed by the pirates.

"We didn't plan to deal with you. You dare to take the lead in provocation!"

"That's enough!"

"Kill them, kill them all!"

The furious roar command immediately came from the pirate's bow collar at the stern, and the pirate ship hit by the arrow immediately turned its bow and headed for the wharf.

"Waiting for you..."

Looking at the incoming pirates, Aragon whispered, raised his hand, pulled out the sword of elandir at his waist, held it high and pointed to the pirate fleet on the river ahead, and shouted in a deep voice: "kill them all!"

The voice fell.

Headed by the crown wearing skeleton leader, the skeleton shadow with pale green horror light rushed out of the rear wharf immediately.

Dense, endless

Just seeing these terrible undead, the pirates who were scared and yelled with soft legs were drowned by the army of undead.

First, second, third

......

Rohan.

The golden light hung high.

The warm wind blew the earth.

King Edoras.

It's busy at this time.

I just returned to Edoras from helm deep valley yesterday.

This morning I saw the smoke of the beacon tower at the top of the towering white mountains.

This is a call for help from Gondor.

King Theoden will also follow the ancient covenant with Gondor and rush to help Gondor again.

Fortunately, not long after the end of the defense war of the horn fort, Rohan had made previous commitments and preparations for Gandalf.

King Theoden is rectifying his army very quickly this time.

In front of the Golden Palace Square in medusald, a new white horse galloping flag was ringing in the wind.

Under the king's flag flying in the wind.

The two short hobbits were holding a dagger and kneeling half on one knee in front of the armored kingdom of Theoden.

"We are at your service, your Majesty King Theoden."

"I accept your loyalty."

"From now on, appoint two Rohan attendants, meriadok brandy deer and Perry green tuk..."

"Take your orders..."

King Theoden stretched out his hand and lifted them up for the hobbits, smiled and said.

"Yes, your majesty!"

Merry and Pippin were excited and accepted.

When the sky light climbs overhead, it is empty.

The Hussars of Edoras have been reorganized.

King Theoden rode in front of him in all his military clothes. He looked at the Hussars below and shouted, "warriors!"

"The flames of Gondor are burning, and the old covenant is still..."

"For Rohan!"

"Let's go!"

The king's voice fell.

All the soldiers cheered in unison.

Then.

The white horse king flag fluttered on a black background.

Led by King Theoden, Rohan's Hussars marched out of Edoras and sped towards the capital of Gondor.

......

The old capital of Gondor.

Oskilias.

Heavy clouds hung over the sky.

The dense fog on both sides of the Andu river is rising.

In the white fog, low roars, wails, growls, screams, mixed sword impacts, and strange sounds continue to ring out all over this huge ruins city.

As Gondor's first and last defense against Mordor orcs.

Faramir's Garrison Army has fought too many times with the orc troops in Minas demon cave.

But no one can be as difficult as this time.

The battle lasted nearly two days.

Especially with the doomsday mountain fire that erupted from Mount Doomsday in the direction of modo last night, enough to dye the clouds in the sky red.

And then a blue light column burst out from the Minas grottoes.

Since then, it seems that the half beast people across the Anduin river did not continue to work with the Gondor army on the other side of the river, but became more and more dedicated and crazy.

Just like now, the orcs don't care about the loss at all. Wave after wave of ORC soldiers keep coming from the other side.

The battle is getting fiercer and fiercer.

The Gondor soldiers led by faramir were defeated by beating.

Although we can barely hold here for the time being, hold osgillias.

But without the support of King Minas tiris in the rear.

It's only a matter of time before we lose here.

"Bang..."

Raised his hand to block a Orc who rushed out of the corner in front. Faramir turned around and cut off each other's ugly head, and then ran quickly to the moving and static place.

"Launch!"

"Whoosh..."

In the small ruins, several soldiers shot with bows and arrows. Suddenly, four or five orcs rushed to the opposite in the fog were immediately shot to the ground.

At this time, faramir's figure appeared around.

"Faramir..."

When the middle-aged soldier leader saw you, faramir immediately came forward and said, "the soldiers are very dead and injured. We can't support it any more."

Faramir is preparing to speak.

Just then.

"Ah..."

A shrill and harsh sound, like the sound of sharp nails scraping on the blackboard, was magnified countless times, and a disgusting sound suddenly sounded over osjilias.

At this moment, all the Gondor soldiers in the ruins couldn't help looking painful and reaching out to cover their ears.

Then.

In the sight of the living Gondor soldiers, a huge and ferocious beast is flying over the ruins of osjilias. On the back of the ferocious beast is sitting an evil figure nazgul (ring spirit) shrouded in black robes.

"No, here comes nzgul..."

"Retreat, tell all the soldiers to retreat!"

"We're going to retreat to Minas tiris."

"Go and inform all the soldiers!"

"Come on, come on!"

Faramir looked at the nightmarish figure in the air and immediately shouted at the middle-aged leader in front of him and the soldiers around him.

Not long.

A large group of Gondor soldiers rushed out of the ruins of the old capital of osjilias.

Some rode horses, some couldn't find horses and ran wildly on foot.

All the Gondor soldiers were running and retreating to Minas tiris, the huge and great "white city" far behind.

"Here comes nazgul!"

"Run!"

"Come on..."

The gundor soldiers led by faramir were determined to withdraw.

The orcs were busy occupying osgillias and couldn't catch up with the retreating soldiers.

But riding on the flying evil monsters, the ring spirits did not intend to let these human soldiers go.

See the human soldiers retreat.

The ring spirits immediately chased up on huge and fast flying monsters.

"Ah..."

The extremely harsh scream continued.

The soldiers who tried to escape could only cover their ears, looked nervous and frightened, and fled to the front in great embarrassment.

But how fast the ferocious beast is.

Quickly flew over the fleeing human soldiers, just a dive.

Next second.

Immediately, several human soldiers, including men and horses, were overturned and torn to pieces by ferocious beasts.

"Ah ah..."

"Run..."

"Help me... Help me..."

Nazgul kept diving.

Below, people screamed and screamed.

Several ring spirits rode on the ferocious beast and wantonly hunted and killed the Gondor soldiers below.

The retreating soldiers had little power to fight back.

Just then.

The side door of Minas tiris, the king capital in the distance ahead.

A white horse with white clothes, white beard and white hair rushed out of the king's capital and rushed to the extremely dangerous fugitive troops in the distance ahead.

A traitor in such a dangerous situation.

Immediately attracted the attention of many soldiers and peace people who were worried about the fleeing soldiers on the vast plain ahead on the high wall of Minas tiris.

"Look, it's the White Knight..."

"The white knight is helping the soldiers..."

"That's great..."

In the cheers of the people on the wall of Baicheng.

Gandalf, the white knight, held up the dazzling light of the staff and rushed retrogradely to the roaring monsters and evil ring spirits.

For a while.

casts a thousand beams.

......

In an hour.

Minas tiris is the highest level in the palace hall.

The current ruling prime minister, Denethor, sat on the bench under the dusty King's throne and looked at his son faramir, who was wounded, tired and embarrassed.

"I'll give you osgillias, and you'll abandon it?" asked Denethor impolitely.

"There are so many orcs that even nazgul has appeared..."

"I really can't keep it..."

"This is my honest choice based on my judgment at that time."

Faramir said so.

Select as it is

"Hum..."

"Then you let the ring of strength be sent to modo!"

"Let a weak and ignorant halfling take them on the journey of death, and don't bring the ring back to me. Is this your choice after judgment?"

"Tell me!"

Denethor looked angrily at the little son who had been disobedient since childhood and liked to sing against himself. His face was full of anger and asked again.

"Yes, it was my choice after judgment..."

Faramir said truthfully again.

"Oh..."

"You can never compare with your brother..."

"Bolomir will remember his father's needs..."

"I know you always wanted me to be in bed now, not my brother..."

"You're right..."

In the face of his youngest son's sad words, Denethor whispered and looked very cold: "I really think so."

The voice fell.

For a while.

The whole hall became extremely silent and depressed.

before long.

The hall door was knocked again.

Soon, the attendants with Gandalf in a white robe and several warrior leaders entered the hall.

Sitting on the bench, Denethor looked at his little son and said again, "oskilias is an important defense outside us, and it is also the place where your brother has been stationed for many years..."

"What do you want me to do?"

Faramir asked simply.

"We must not retreat and let the Anduin and pelano plains out."

"So..."

Denethor looked at his little son with a gloomy face and said again, "osgillias must be taken back!"

Faramir said without hesitation, "it's hard to get osjilias back!"

"Then find a way..."

Denethor just glanced at his son in front of him, looked at the approaching people and continued to think to himself, "war is always dangerous."

"You guys, who has the courage to recapture osgillias for me?"

Said Denethor, looking at the leaders ahead.

But let these people sit on pins and needles immediately.

Gandalf listened to the words of Denethor, and finally understood that the rumor that the ruling prime minister did not like his youngest son was true.

The hall was silent.

After a while, faramir whispered again, "I'll go."

"If I could come back..."

"Father, please change your view of me..."

Faramir whispered, turned and walked out of the hall step by step.

afternoon.

Dark clouds from moldo cover the sky.

In front of the gate of Minas tiris.

Armed and tired, faramir led a group of Gondor soldiers to stand in front of the gate again.

Finally, the gate was slowly opened.

Faramir took the lead, took the soldiers behind him, and rushed closer and closer to the distance. The endless Orc army rushed forward.

In half an hour.

Except for a horse dragging a bloody body back to the gate of white city, all the other Gondor soldiers who attacked were destroyed.

In an hour.

On the vast plains of pelano.

Countless, dense and countless orcs have steadily stood in front of the white city of Minas tiris.

War is imminent.