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Chapter 131 Dragon!Dragon!

Minas Tirith.

This majestic city is known as the greatest city of mankind. It was built in the second era. When viewed from a distance, its entire body is covered with white buildings, so it is also called the White City.

White City is a cascade city built on the mountain, backed by the white mountain range. In addition to the city wall on the ground, there are layers of city walls and fortresses on the mountain, and the top is the royal palace of Gondor.

It has to be said that this is a mighty city that seems to be almost impenetrable.

But at this time, the atmosphere in the city was not so optimistic, it could even be regarded as extremely depressing. The soldiers standing on the city wall looked at the dust stirred up by footsteps in the distance, those dark troops who could not see the end at a glance, those pushing The trolls of the catapult, and the massive tower.

The drums sounded as heavy as their hearts, and the war that had been brewing for half a year finally came.

Burns was an ordinary soldier of Gondor. In fact, half a year ago, he was a farmer. His parents and even his grandparents were only farmers.

He once didn't understand what kind of war needed someone like himself to participate in the battle. He could hold a hoe in his hand, but he couldn't get used to holding a long sword. In fact, he couldn't imagine how he could use this thing to kill. He has had countless nightmares, dreaming that he died on the battlefield without any resistance.

"Stick to your post! Don't be afraid!"

There was a voice approaching from far away. It was the Prince Regent who was in his prime. Burns rarely saw this great man. The last time he saw him was when he was just drafted into the army.

He watched the regent riding a horse galloping above the city wall, giving orders loudly, and he saw the resolute face of this great man, with the long sword pointing to the sky in his hand.

But Burns couldn't help being terrified.

He has heard too many truths. For example, if he loses the war, his family will be slaughtered, his farmland will be trampled, his country will fall, and the whole world will be plunged into darkness. It is not impossible for him to understand these things. But the body trembled uncontrollably.

Those Orc armies were slowly advancing on the plain in front of the White City. There were so many of them. It was difficult for Burns to count the number of Orcs. He felt that there must be no less than [-] Orcs, and they were all in armor and fully armed. .

What is even more frightening is that there are terrifying beasts hovering in the sky. Their cries made Burns sweat all over his back, and he almost wanted to cover his ears. The figure riding on the beast , Burns almost lost his grip on the sword just by glancing at it.

Legend has it that it was Sauron's minion, a terrible monster that could never be killed, never defeated, the Ringwraith.

Amidst the sound of drums and horns, the Orc army quickly advanced before the White City. Burns only felt a ringing in his ears, and then a rain of arrows shot out from behind and landed on the army formation under the city wall.

Quite a few orcs fell to the ground, but their footsteps did not stop at all, and even trampled the corpses of the same kind into meat paste.

Burns shuddered.

"Aren't they afraid?"

He put himself in the position, if he stood under the cover of those arrows, he would probably crouch on the ground in fright.

But he quickly realized this feeling. The Orc army assembled the trebuchet in an orderly manner, and amidst the crackling sound that was about to explode the eardrums, a huge stone was thrown towards the city wall of the White City.

The sound of the wind, the sharp sound of the wind, Burns looked up, and the stone was almost the size of his own house, and it slanted and smashed against the city wall not far from him.

Then he saw a lot of soldiers being crushed directly, the bricks of the city wall were scattered and splashed, and there was a crisp sound from the helmet of a soldier standing next to him, and then he tilted his head and fell softly to the ground.

The smell of blood poured into Burns' nostrils. He knew that the soldier was dead. He was unlucky enough to be crushed to death by flying gravel. He didn't know if the soldier was a farmer like himself before, or someone else.

He didn't know when he would die unexpectedly.

But there was no time to think about this, the shadows came over, those tall towers were pushed to the edge of the city wall, Burns could hear the cruel roar of the Orcs, the iron plates in front of the towers smashed heavily on the city wall, a large number The orcs roared and attacked along the iron plate towards the city wall.

"Fight!"

Hearing the roar of the soldiers next to him, Burns rushed towards the Orcs, trying to stop them, but soon his head was severed, and more soldiers rushed up to form a human wall.

"Aren't they afraid of death?"

Burns was terrified, but he knew he couldn't stand still any longer.

Maybe everyone will die, and there will be no chance to return to their hometown. There is not much difference between dying first and dying later.

So he roared, trying to cheer himself up, and rushed towards the nearest Orc.

The orc was dealing with another soldier's attack, and Burns' sword was smoothly inserted into the opponent's back, black blood spurted out, and the stench made Burns want to vomit, but at the same time it aroused him All of a sudden, he felt that his hands didn't shake anymore, and all the messy thoughts in his mind were swept away.

Only slashing, stabbing, and sweeping are left.

The simplest military swordsmanship that I have learned in the past six months.

Burns couldn't notice the boulders and arrows flying overhead, and he didn't even bother to count how many enemies were around him. He even forgot to defend and avoid. In fact, everyone present didn't have the consciousness of avoiding. Fighting with the most primitive blood.

Fortunately, until the tower was finally knocked down, he was still standing, and there were far fewer soldiers around. Burns looked around and saw that the front wall of the White City was engulfed in flames.

But there was a heavy impact sound from below, and Burns looked up, and the Orcs were surrounded by a huge battering ram with a strange shape, hitting the gate of the White City one after another.

"Hold the city gate!" Someone was shouting with all their strength: "Hold it! You can't retreat!"

There was no way to retreat, the gates of the upper city had already been closed tightly, and the soldiers guarding the city walls at each level must not leave their posts unless they died in battle.

At this time, Burns heard the sound of the horn from a distance, it was the horn of Rohan, and the overwhelming cavalry swept from one side of the White City, and the charge of thousands of troops made people excited.

This long-awaited ambush appeared when the Orc army could no longer retreat and deploy defenses. The superiority of the cavalry over the infantry was fully reflected in Rohan, and they dispersed the Orcs without much hindrance. Their army formation was charging and killing wantonly in it.

"It seems that there is hope of victory!" Burns couldn't help thinking of this idea, and then he became uncontrollably excited. He saw that the Orcs on the city wall were quickly strangled, and those siege towers were either burned or destroyed. Knocked down by a boulder from a trebuchet.

The combination of the strong city of Gondor and the cavalry of Rohan has achieved remarkable results. Even though there are many Orcs, they seem to have slipped to a disadvantage.

It's a pity that things are not so simple. The human camp is prepared, and Mordor's choice of sending troops is not random. Seeing that the situation on the battlefield is about to change, suddenly heavy footsteps are heard from behind the battlefield.

Those sounds almost made the walls of Baicheng thousands of meters away start to vibrate.

Burns looked away, then stood there dumbfounded.

That's dozens of giant elephants.

With Burns' poor imagination, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that there would be such a huge creature in the world. Their height may be close to 20 meters, enough to look at the walls of Baicheng.

The four elephant legs are like towering ancient trees, and the two thick tusks, as well as the iron chains deliberately connected between the two tusks, are enough to plow all obstacles in front of them.

Rohan's cavalry suffered a devastating blow in front of the giant elephant.

What is desperate is that behind the giant elephant, there are tens of thousands of Harad's troops. They cut off the cavalry's retreat, and together with the Orcs who surrounded the White City, they completely cut off the hope of the battlefield.

The ear-piercing screams rang out above his head, dissipating Burns' original courage. He looked up and saw those ferocious beasts carrying terrifying Ring Spirits wreaking havoc on the city wall.

He fell to the ground reflexively, dodging the sharp claws of a ferocious beast. From the corner of his vision, he saw the soldier next to him being caught, carried high into the air, and then fell heavily with screams. fall.

"What should I do?" As soon as this idea came out, Burns realized that he had nothing to do. The swordsmanship he had learned and the sword in his hand did not pose any threat to those ferocious beasts. It will not be the target of fierce beasts.

Alas, his luck has apparently run out.

A ferocious beast stared at the poor farmer, stretched its neck to reveal those staggered and sharp fangs, and bit him directly.

Burns tried his best to stretch out the long sword, but it was obviously meaningless, not even enough to stop the beast from moving.

He could already smell the stench from the beast's mouth, and he knew he was going to die.

At this moment, a majestic and terrifying roar that he had never heard before came from the top.

Then, he saw the most incredible scene he had ever seen in his life.

A giant claw, covered with black scales, exudes an aura that makes people kneel down on the ground. The giant claw is like holding a chicken, and it is terrible enough to swallow itself. Beast, together with the fabled Nazgul sitting on top of the beast.

Then, the giant claws closed, and the stinky blood sprinkled Burns' whole body like rain.

But he tried his best to widen his eyes, looking at the shadow covering the entire city wall above, the dense and neat scales, the chest and abdomen shining with silvery white light, and the wings that could not see the edge.

"Vulnerable!"

He heard a voice like thunder from the mouth of the stalwart creature.

"I will burn everything in front of me!"

In a trance, he also heard another subtle voice: "Speak less, do more!"

The shadow finally passed over Burns' head, and he stood up staggeringly, his eyes following the figure in the myth, and he couldn't leave it at all.

At the same time, he heard countless people shouting, roaring, and crying.

"Dragon! Dragon!"

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