Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth.

Chapter 388 Are you seasick?

It is still unknown whether this trip can return safely.

From Levi, Theoden learned the composition of the enemy.

Nearly 20,000 Haradrim and their mammoth war elephants, more than 10,000 Easterlings, more than 7,000 Far Harad soldiers, and tens of thousands of Orcs and Uruks, all together, there might be 100,000.

And there are many Ringwraiths leading them.

And that's not even all, in the distance there is a massive dark pirate fleet heading for the battlefield.

How many do you have on your side?
Rohan hastily gathered 10,000 cavalrymen, together with the garrison of Minas Tirith and reinforcements from various territories of Gondor rushed to the White City.

Can the total amount be thirty thousand?

No one knows.

The only thing we can do now is to gather as many soldiers as possible.

"Twelve thousand."

Théoden stood on a high ground, counting the soldiers.

After several days of preparation, twelve thousand cavalrymen gathered from all directions in Edoras, the capital of Rohan.

Some of them were mature and experienced elites, some were adult men who were called upon to fight, and some were young men who were still a little immature. Not all of them wore sophisticated armor, and some were only lightly equipped.

Only horses were provided to everyone.

Currently, these soldiers are mainly mobilized from the western part of Rohan and the garrisons near the capital.

"We can get more. We can mobilize some more from East Mark and the Northern Plateau..."

"But I'm afraid there isn't that much time."

Beside him, Aragorn shook his head.

"By the time more soldiers gather, I'm afraid Minas Tirith will already be in the midst of war, and by then it will be too late."

"Besides, East Mark also needs defense."

"Then let's go."

"Let's leave today."

Théoden gave the order.

"Gondor will not be alone."

Yes, it won’t.

After Rohan, Gondor's messenger continued to travel quickly westward, his destination being the Water City further away.

However, before he arrived at the Water City, he met the Water City fleet sailing towards the seaport at the riverside.

"What do you want, friend of Gondor?"

A soldier asked him.

So it wasn't long before Levi got what the messenger brought - a letter from Denethor asking for help.

"Don't worry. I will go to Gondor."

On the boat, Levi answered in the affirmative.

“It’s just going to be a little more roundabout.”

The ships sailed along the river to the sea one by one. At the temporary garrison port built in the Ened region, Levi transferred to the practice-class flagship and brought Pippin with him.

And there was an item he brought back to Roadside Castle through the Hell Passage in the Water City.

Orthanc Crystal.

Inside the flagship, in a large and bright room, Levi and Pippin stood side by side, looking at the crystal covered with a black cloth on the table.

"Are you ready? You can regret it now. No one will blame you because you have already demonstrated your courage by standing here. There are few people in the entire Middle-earth who can withstand what you are going to do next."

"I am ready. For Frodo, for my friends, for the Shire and the Free Cities, I will not back down."

Pippin swore again.

"very good."

Levi nodded and warned again: "Remember what I said, don't answer his questions, and don't reveal any information about Frodo and Sam. You only need to prove that you are the Hobbit captured by the army commanded by the Ringwraith of Isengard. You don't need to say anything else."

"I remember."

"Very good, then, let's get started."

Levi lifted the black cloth covering the crystal, placed his hand on it, and lightly touched the crystal.

The next moment, his will was attracted and connected with the crystal.

Levi joined in, and the evil flames in the crystal were extinguished, and even slightly suppressed. Boom!
On top of the tower of Barad-dur, the demon eye surrounded by flames immediately turned its gaze here and confronted Levi.

He saw Levi, and beside him, Pippin.

Feeling this mentally and physically burning gaze, Pippin couldn't help holding his breath, and a few drops of sweat flowed down his forehead.

"Long time no see, loser. Are you still using your tricks to create false illusions for others?"

Levi did not forget that for decades, every time Denethor used the crystal, Sauron would try to interfere from the other side. He could not conquer Denethor's iron will, so he frequently created illusions for him of Gondor's imminent destruction, trying to disrupt his mentality.

I have to say, what he did did have some effect.

But it only has some effect.

Because corresponding to the illusion of destruction is a reliable ally on the other side.

Over the years, Denethor may have been anxious, may have been under great pressure, but he had never been in despair.

“Hahahahaha…that’s not an illusion…”

A cruel and evil laugh came from the crystal stone, and Pippin covered his heart, feeling as if he had been stabbed by a knife.

"Wait, a hobbit?"

Soran's will passed over Levi and fell on Pippin.

"Tell me, do you have that exquisite thing?"

Pippin's eyes widened, cold sweat broke out, his mouth opened, he had an urge to say everything in his heart.

pat.

A hand patted his shoulder, and the warmth made him feel at ease.

"you guess?"

Levi's will squeezed in, taking most of the pressure for Pippin.

He raised his eyebrows at the magic eye in the crystal, revealed a mysterious smile, and then cut off the connection with the crystal.

From this moment on, Sauron never had a moment of peace in his heart. He turned his gaze to the north and even began to lose interest in Gondor.

indistinct--

Inside the room, Pippin stumbled back and nearly fell to the ground.

Levi supported him from behind and said, "We have achieved our goal. Well done, Pippin."

"Is this okay?"

Pippin held his chest and breathed heavily, and he still hadn't recovered.

A shadow fell over his heart, and even his vision became dim, as if countless pairs of eyes surrounded by flames were looking at him every moment, making him feel uneasy.

Even though the evil eye is no longer paying attention to this place.

Just as Pippin inevitably falls into fear, a bottle of milk is pressed against his face.

"Drink this and go get some rest. We'll be leaving soon."

hum-

As Levi spoke, a loud and energetic horn sounded.

Pippin shook himself and felt as if the ground were moving.

No, it's not the ground that's moving.

The boat under your feet started moving.

He looked up at Levi and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Pelargir, a battlefield filled with vicious enemies."

"What, are you scared?"

Pippin swallowed, tightened his grip on the dagger, and said firmly, "No."