Start with the Eye of Sauron

The earth trembled, and as the group of giant elephants advanced, the soldiers above the city wall all showed expressions of fear.

Wave after wave of arrows shot out, the barbarians above the giant elephants fell quickly, the orcs moved extremely fast, and the ogre pushed the wooden tower and came to the bottom of the city wall again.

"Undead in the deep valley, please fulfill your promise quickly."

Aragorn looked at the frightening battle below, and his heart began to become nervous. He knew that the army of the valley had agreed to fight, but until now, there was no movement at all.

"Try to delay the time and wait for the arrival of the army of undead."

Aragorn began to run down, wanting to go to the first city wall to coordinate defense.

"It seems that you really think of yourself as the king of a country, exile."

Someone slapped him hard on the shoulder, Aragorn frowned and turned around.

Denethor looked at Aragorn resentfully, his chest rising and falling.

"Regent, Gondor is in such a crisis right now, let's talk about this kind of thing later."

Aragorn frowned, and walked down the white stairs below without looking back.

"You despicable usurper, taking advantage of the crisis in Gondor, came to rob me of Gondor's right to rule!"

Denethor grabbed Aragorn's sleeve to prevent him from rushing down.

"Denetzer, be sober, I am your king, you are committing a crime of blasphemy!"

Denethor was so angry that he laughed. Before he could go crazy, Gandalf took up his staff and slammed Denethor on the back.

Like a machine that has been pulled out of its clockwork, Denethor lay motionless on the ground in an instant.

"The guy who doesn't succeed enough, but fails more than enough."

Gandalf snorted coldly and pushed Aragorn.

"Hurry up and see if your ace army has arrived. It's still late for such an important occasion!"

Aragorn froze for a moment, and quickly rushed down the stone steps. . .

Below the city wall, Azog looked at the giant elephants that had already reached the front of the city wall with satisfaction.

The wooden towers have been pushed to the front of the city wall one by one, the trolls behind were shot into hedgehogs and fell to the ground, the orcs jumped onto the city wall, and a new round of attack kicked off.

Just as the half-orcs in front began to attack aggressively, the half-orc phalanx that was marching in the rear bumped into a group of green ghosts.

The ghosts moved extremely fast, and after a while, they rushed into the half-orc army behind.

No one can stop those things, and the invisible bodies can be seen floating past, leaving behind countless corpses on the plain that the ghost army rushed through.

The ghosts swung their weapons, leaving deep wounds on the orcs.The voice of the half-orcs shouting in the rear caught Azog's attention.

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"What the hell is this!"

Azog almost spat out a mouthful of blood. After he was stunned for a while, he immediately took a group of wolf cavalry beside him and started to run away.

Those ghosts drowned half of the orcs in an instant, and Azog led a team of less than a hundred wolf cavalry, rushing towards the edge of the Paliano Plain.

The defenders above the city wall stared blankly at the chaotic scene below the city wall, and forgot to shoot the arrows in their hands.

"Run, the commander has slipped away!"

The half-orcs who were fighting heard the shouts from behind and turned their heads away.

Seeing the army of undead like a green ocean, many orcs were so frightened that they fell directly from the wooden tower.

Spreading their legs, the half-orcs started running desperately, and the army of undead came to the back of the giant elephant.

Jumping up, the undead had already arrived on top of the giant elephant, at a height of nearly ten meters, they were nothing to them.

The barbarians above could not escape the fate of being killed by the undead. They quickly fell from the giant elephant like dumplings.

"Your undead army is really awesome!"

Legolas stood beside Aragorn and patted his shoulder excitedly.

"If you can keep them, it's really an unrivaled army."

Aragorn smiled slightly. At this time, the undead had already arrived on the city wall.

"We have fulfilled our promise, you should set us free."

The undead with a broken hat came to Aragorn. More than [-]% of all the orcs in Mina Tirith have been killed, and the remaining ones are simply impossible.

Legolas looked at Aragorn. It was a pity that such an army should be let go so easily.

"In the name of the King of Gondor, I set you free."

Aragorn raised his long sword and shouted loudly, and the undead wearing a broken hat showed a relieved smile.The undead behind him began to dissipate one by one.

Gandalf looked at the returned King of Gondor and smiled with satisfaction.

Raising his staff high, Gandalf half knelt down facing Aragorn.

"Welcome to the return of the King of Gondor!"

All the soldiers, facing Aragorn, slowly knelt down.

"Long live the king!"

Elrond looked at the king admired by all, and showed a relieved smile, preventing the half-orcs from spreading to the middle-earth continent. Aragorn did it.

"Good boy, you have lived up to my expectations of you..."

Denethor stood in front of the palace disheartened, looking at Aragorn surrounded by thousands of people.

His time is over, the time of the young king's reign has come.

With a cold face, he slowly walked down the stone steps.

"Father, where are you going?"

Boromir came to Denethor and stopped him.

"In Gondor, there is no place for me anymore."

Denethor walked down without looking back. Boromir wanted to dissuade him, but he pushed him away.

"Father, you are still the prime minister of Gondor, stay here."

What Faramir said made Denethor's eyes turn red instantly.

"Fuck me!"

With all his strength, Denethor pushed the two sons away, pulled a horse under the stone steps, and left the city.

Looking at the stubborn Denethor, Boromir sighed and shook his head silently.

"Let father calm down for a while, he is very tired after so many years..."

Azog kept fleeing. The original leader of 20 half-orcs was now wandering around the border of the Misty Mountains like a lost dog.

With less than a hundred wolf cavalry behind him, Azog clenched his fists tightly and said nothing.

When encountering such a supernatural unit, he has nothing to do, nothing to do!
Sighing heavily, Azog took the remaining people and walked towards Modo.

Perhaps, Saruman can help him make a comeback.

Covering his head, Azog seemed to see a man standing quietly on a horse at the bottom of the mountain range in front of him.

Dazed for a moment, Azog picked up the mace, and his face turned cold instantly. . .