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Chapter 237 The final battle!
Port of Peraquil.

One of the most important and oldest ports of Gondor, on the upper reaches of the mouth of the Anduin.

At this time, it was on the largest and most conspicuous huge pier in the port.

Members of Morgan, Aragon, Legolas and his expedition team, as well as dozens of Dúnedain rangers, were standing on the pier in full armor, waiting quietly.

"We have been waiting for a long time, when will the pirates come?"

The dwarf Jinli scratched the extremely thick beard on his chin, and said a little annoyed.

For the past two days, he felt as if some kind of tick had gotten into his beard, and it was getting more and more itchy as if a lice had been born.

But at this time, there is no condition to clean up, so I have to resist the itching.

"Why, do you have lice?"

Sensing the strangeness of Jin Li beside him, Morgan squinted at the dwarf with a thick beard scratching his chin from time to time and asked a question.

"Lice. What lice."

"how is this possible!"

"How could I grow that thing."

Asked by Morgan abruptly, Jin Li immediately jumped up and denied repeatedly.

Speaking of which, dwarves have always regarded beards as beautiful, and they are regarded as a symbol of a man's charm. If someone hears that someone has lice in his beard, it will definitely become a joke.

Seeing Jin Li's excited reaction, Morgan didn't find it strange, and didn't expose it. He just smiled and stopped talking.

Aragorn on the other side said at this time: "It should be here soon. If they want to enter Gondor, they must pass through this port."

"Is it possible that they have passed?"

Looking at the empty river in the distance, Legolas couldn't help saying something.

"Shouldn't be possible"

Morgan answered: "I have asked the residents of the nearby port before, and they have not seen a large fleet of ships appearing on the water in the past few days."

"Hey, when did you ask, we've been together, why didn't I know."

Gimli looked at Morgan in surprise and asked.

"Because you were scratching your beard then."

Morgan smiled.

"Uh"

When Morgan mentioned this, Gimli was speechless.

"coming."

At this time, the voice of the leader of the ranger group "Hal Barad" came from the side.

Everyone raised their heads immediately, and saw a huge mast ship at the end of the wide and rushing river in front of them.

Then the second, the third, the fourth
Seven or eight large mast ships of different sizes and styles appeared on the big river ahead.

On the great sails above the bows of every great ship was a black banner with a picture of horror painted on it.

This is not a serious caravan at all.

And apparently a pirate fleet from the south.

"It's them"

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

Behind them, the rangers of Dunedan who are good at archery at the pier have already taken out their longbows and set up their arrows.

Time passed slowly.

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

Finally, when the pirate fleet sailed into the wide river in front of the pier, the noise of many pirates on the pirate ship reached the shore of the pier.

Aragorn didn't talk nonsense, and with a wave of his hand, the arrows in the hands of dozens of Dúnedain rangers behind him immediately shot out one after another.

"whoosh whoosh"

Immediately, several pirates on the pirate ship closest to the pier fell to the ground, dead or wounded.

The pirates had long noticed this small team on the pier.

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.

This time it was attacked suddenly, and the pirates were immediately blown up.

"We didn't intend to deal with you, but you dare to provoke first!"

"It's worth it!"

"Kill them, kill them all!"

An angry roaring order came from the mouth of the pirate leader at the stern immediately, and the pirate ship hit by the arrow immediately turned its bow and headed towards the pier.

"It's you who are waiting."

Looking at the incoming pirates, Aragorn murmured, raised his hand and pulled out the sword of Elendil at his waist, pointed it at the pirate fleet on the river ahead, and shouted loudly: "Kill them all!"

The voice fell.

Headed by the skeleton leader wearing a crown, the phantom skeletons exuding a light green terrifying light rushed out from the rear pier immediately.

Densely dense, endless.
It's just that the pirates, who were so frightened and screamed at the sight of these terrifying undead, were overwhelmed by the army of undead in a blink of an eye.

First ship, second ship, third ship.
Rohan.

The golden light group hangs high.

Warm wind blows the earth.

The capital of Edoras.

It's a busy time.

Just returned to Edoras from Helm's Deep yesterday.

This morning, I saw the soaring smoke from the beacon tower at the top of the towering white mountain range.

This is a plea for help from Gondor.

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

Fortunately, Rohan was not long before the end of the defense of the Horn Fort, and he had the previous promise and preparation to Gandalf.

King Theoden rectified the army very quickly this time.

In front of the Meduselde Golden Palace Square, the brand-new flag of galloping white horses swayed in the wind.

Below the royal flag fluttering in the wind.

At this time, two short hobbits were holding a dagger each, half kneeling on one knee in front of Theoden, the kingdom in full armor.

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

"I accept your allegiance."

"From now on, appoint Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took as squires of Rohan"

"Take command"

King Theoden stretched out his hands to help the two hobbits, and said with a smile.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Merry and Pippin hurriedly shouted excitedly and accepted it happily.

That day, the sky light group climbed up to the sky above the head.

The hussar army of Edoras has been rectified.

King Theoden in full military uniform rode in front of the horse, watching the crowd of hussars yelling: "Warriors!"

"The flames of Gondor have been ignited, but the old covenant remains."

"For Rohan!"

"set off!"

The king's voice fell.

All the soldiers cheered in unison.

Followed by.

The White Horse King flag flutters on a black background.

Under the leadership of King Theoden, Rohan's hussars army left Edoras and galloped towards the capital of Gondor.

The old capital of Gondor.

Osgilias.

Thick, overcast clouds hung over the sky.

Thick mist rose from the banks of the Anduin.

In the white mist, low growls, howls, roars, screams, mixed sword clashes, and strange screams continued to resound throughout this huge ruined city.

As Gondor's first and last line of defense against Mordo half-orcs.

Faramir's garrison had fought too many times with the orc troops of Minas Morgul.

But never has it been as difficult as this one.

The battle actually lasted for nearly two days.

Especially with the eruption of the Doomsday Volcano in the direction of Modo last night, enough to dye the sky and clouds bloody.

And immediately after that, a cyan beam of light that shot straight into the sky erupted from Minas Morgul.

Since then, the half-orcs on the other side of the Anduin River seem to have no intention of continuing to work with the Gondor army on the other side of the river, but have become more and more dedicated and crazy.

Just like now, the half-orcs didn't care about the loss at all, and wave after wave of half-orc warriors kept coming from the other side.

The battle is getting fiercer.

The Gondor warriors led by Faramir were beaten and retreated steadily.

Although it can barely hold here for the time being, hold on to Osgiliath.

But if there is no support from the capital of Minas Tirith in the rear.

It's only a matter of time before this falls.

"boom"

Raising his hand to block a half-orc rushing out of the corner, Faramir turned around and chopped off the opponent's ugly head, then quickly ran to the moving place ahead.

"emission!"

"whoosh whoosh"

In the small ruins fortifications, several soldiers held bows and arrows and fired a volley, and four or five half-orcs who rushed in the mist were immediately knocked down by the shots.

At this time, Faramir's figure appeared around him.

"Faramir."

Seeing you, Faramir, the middle-aged leader of the warriors stepped forward and said, "The warriors have suffered a lot of casualties, and we can hardly keep going."

Faramir was about to speak.

at this time.

"what"

A shrill and harsh sound, like the sound of sharp nails scraping on the blackboard, was amplified countless times, and the disgusting sound suddenly rang out over Osgiliath.

At this moment, all the Gondor warriors in the ruins couldn't help but stretch out their hands to cover their ears in pain.

Followed by.

In the eyes of the Gondor warriors who are still alive, a huge and vicious behemoth is flying over the ruins of Osgiliath, and on the back of the vicious behemoth sits an evil figure covered in black robes. Zgul (Nazgul).

"No, Nazgul is here"

"Retreat, tell all soldiers to retreat!"

"We will withdraw to Minas Tirith."

"Quickly, go and notify all the soldiers!"

"Hurry up!!"

Faramir looked at the nightmarish figure in midair, and immediately shouted at the middle-aged leader in front of him and the surrounding soldiers.

It didn't take long.

A large group of Gondor warriors rushed out of the ruins of the old capital of Osgiliath.

Some rode horses, and some ran wildly on foot without finding a horse.

All the Gondor warriors were rushing to retreat, retreating to the huge and great "White City" Minas Tirith far behind.

"The Nazgul is here!"

"Run!"

"Quickly."

The Gondor warriors led by Faramir resolutely evacuated.

The orcs were too busy occupying Osgiliath to catch up with the retreating warriors.

But the ring spirits riding on the flying evil and ferocious behemoth monsters did not intend to let these human warriors go.

See human warriors retreat.

The ring spirits immediately chased after them riding huge and extremely fast flying ferocious behemoths.

"what"

The extremely ear-piercing screeching sound continued.

The soldiers who were struggling to escape could only cover their ears, their faces were tense and frightened, and they fled forward in an extremely embarrassing figure.

But how fast the ferocious behemoth is.

Flying quickly over the fleeing human warriors was just a dive.

next second.

Immediately, several human warriors were overturned and torn to pieces by the ferocious giant beast.

"Ahhh"

"Run."

"Save me. Save me"

The Nazgul swooped in and out.

Below, human screams and exclamations can be heard endlessly.

Several ring spirits rode on the ferocious behemoths and hunted down the Gondor warriors below.

The soldiers in the retreat were almost powerless to fight back.

at this time.

In the distance ahead is the side entrance of the capital Minas Tirith.

A white horse, white clothes, white beard, white hair, and an all-white figure rushed out of the capital and rushed towards the extremely dangerous fleeing troops in the distance ahead.

A retrograde in such a dangerous situation.

It immediately attracted the attention of many soldiers and civilians who were watching on the tall city wall of Minas Tirith, worried about the fleeing fighters on the vast plain ahead.

"Look, it's the White Knight"

"The White Knight Helps the Warriors"

"It's really good."

Amidst the cheers of the crowd on the walls of Baicheng.

The white knight Gandalf raised the dazzling light of his staff, and rushed retrogradely towards the vicious beasts and evil ring spirits roaring all over the sky.

a time.

Brilliant.

after an hour.

The highest floor of Minas Tirith, inside the palace hall.

The current ruling prime minister, Denethor, was sitting on a bench representing the dusty king's throne, looking at his son Faramir, who was covered in wounds and exhausted, with an extremely gloomy expression.

"I gave Osgilias to you, and you just throw it away?" Denethor asked unceremoniously.

"There are too many half-orcs, and even the Nazgul has appeared."

"It's really impossible to keep going"

"This is an honest choice I made based on my judgment at the time."

Faramir said so.

"Choose truthfully"

"Hum."

"Then, you allow the Ring of Power to be sent to Modo!"

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

"tell me!"

Denethor looked angrily at the young son who had been disobedient since he was a child and liked to sing against him, his face was full of anger and asked again.

"Yes, it is my choice after judgment"

Faramir spoke truthfully again.

"Ah"

"You will never be better than your brother"

"Boromir will remember his father's needs."

"I know you've been wishing it was me in bed and not my brother"

"you're right."

Facing the sad words of his youngest son, Denethor spoke softly with an extremely cold expression: "I really think so."

The voice fell.

a time.

The entire hall instantly became extremely silent and oppressive.

Soon.

The door of the main hall was knocked again.

Soon, the attendants brought Gandalf in a white robe, and several warrior leaders into the hall.

Denethor, who was sitting on the bench, looked at his youngest son and said again: "Osgiliath is an important defense on our periphery, 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 just back down and give up Anduin and the Pelennor Plains."

"so."

Denethor looked at his youngest son with a gloomy expression and said again: "Osgilias must be taken back!"

Faramir said without hesitation: "Osgiliath is already hard to get back!"

"Then find a way"

Denethor just cast a glance at his son in front of him, looked at the few people who were walking and continued to think to himself: "There is always danger in war."

"You guys, who has the courage to take back Osgiliath for me?"

Denethor said, looked at the leaders of the people ahead and asked.

But these people immediately felt like they were sitting on pins and needles.

Gandalf listened to Denethor's words, and finally understood that the rumors that the ruling prime minister didn't like his youngest son were true.

The hall was silent.

After a while, Faramir said softly again: "I'll go."

"If only I could come back"

"Father, please change your mind about me."

After Faramir finished speaking softly, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall step by step.

in the afternoon.

Overcast clouds from Modo blotted out the sun and shrouded the sky.

In front of the gates of Minas Tirith.

Fully armed, Faramir with a tired face once again led a group of Gondor warriors to stand in front of the gate.

Finally, the city gate was slowly opened.

Faramir took the lead, leading the soldiers behind him, getting closer and closer to the distance, and the dense and endless army of orcs rushed forward without hesitation.

After half an hour.

Except for a horse dragging a bloody corpse back to the gate of the White City, the other Gondor warriors who attacked were wiped out.

after an hour.

On the vast and boundless plains of Pelennor.

The innumerable, dense, and innumerable half-orc army has already stood steadily in front of the White City of Minas Tirith.

War is imminent.

(End of this chapter)