Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth.

Chapter 392: Home Behind
The harbor is filled with shipwrecks so large that you can almost walk on them.

The fleet from the Water City destroyed the overwhelming number of pirates and their proud black ships in an extremely outrageous and violent way.

Not a single one is left.

The dark clouds dispersed, the fire and thick smoke gradually died down, and the sun shone on the land again.

The huge practice-class flagship knocked away the wreckage floating on the river and slowly approached the shore. Following closely behind was a black ship, which was an enemy ship captured by Aragorn and his men and the Gray Brigade's wanderers. It was also the only pirate ship that was not destroyed.

A group of people got off the boat one after another and went onto the ground.

Some of the Pelargir defenders looked at the port and murmured:

"Black armor, a great sword on his shoulder. I've heard that he is the Lord of the North, a true living legend, Levi, who has left legends all over the world."

"What's next to him, a kid?" someone nearby asked.

"No, they are halflings, and their homeland is very far from Gondor."

"Oh, now I remember. Halflings are a race that generally doesn't grow tall. I was lucky enough to taste some of the Shire's specialties. They were really unforgettable."

The defenders talked among themselves, feeling relieved.

Pelargir held, and the reinforcements came from the reassuring legend of long ago and - of late prophecy - the man of Isildur, Aragorn son of Arathorn.

Without reinforcements, Pelargir alone, even with the soldiers of the surrounding fiefdoms included, would probably not be able to hold the city. The pirates were coming with great force and it was obvious that they had been preparing for some time.

"It seems that the undead are no longer needed here."

Gimli muttered.

The King of the Mountain emerged from the world of the dead with a barely perceptible silhouette, looking somewhat depressed.

bake--

A pure heat that was unbearable for the dead souls approached, startling him and he looked over immediately.

I saw the legend that people had been talking about but had never heard of coming over. He seemed to be able to see souls from another world.

At the same time, for some unknown reason, the undead were very afraid of him and did not dare to approach him.

I don’t dare to be depressed now, just stay here nicely.

"Pippin?"

When the Gray Brigade successfully reunited with Levi, Aragorn looked a little surprised.

At this moment, Pippin was wearing the Water City standard sailor armor which was several sizes smaller than others. He was holding a sharp sword, his face and hair were a little messy, and there were some wounds on his body. It was obvious that he had contributed a lot in the previous battle.

Gimli smiled and said, "I see that the little hobbit is braver than anyone expected."

"Do not underestimate him, Aragorn."

"I didn't mean to do that, it's just a little unexpected."

He said, "You and Merry didn't act together."

"Merry has his own decisions, too."

Pippin replied in a serious tone.

Aragorn and the others smiled knowingly.

Just then, a horn sounded.

Aragorn turned his head and looked in the direction from which his group had come.

The reinforcements summoned from various fiefdoms of Gondor arrived along the way.

Levi gestured, "The Water City fleet can still carry thousands of people. We can move forward together."

Aragorn nodded.

"it is good!"

Without saying anything more, he immediately turned around to gather the garrison of Pelargir and the soldiers who would arrive later.

Then, board the ship with them.

...

East City of Osgiliath.

"Hold on, hold your ground!!"

Faramir, who had hurried back from the north of Ithilien, commanded the garrison and confronted the huge army under the high wall.

A few days ago, Osgiliath sent for help, saying that tens of thousands of troops were heading this way, but when Faramir arrived with the reinforcements, he found that there were more than tens of thousands of Orcs attacking.

"Too much."

There were so many of them, so densely packed that there was no end as far as the eye could see. Among them were a large number of Olog monsters that were stronger than ogres and were not afraid of the sun. Their steel armor was difficult to penetrate.

Even if they bypass the steel armor, their skin is as hard as stone. It will shake your hands when you chop it, and the sword may even break if it is not good enough.

"They're installing trebuchets," the deputy warned. "Trebuches are useless against this wall."

Faramir said, "It is said that there were no high walls here before, only some fragile waste stones. The wall under our feet now was built by Levi himself. It is extremely strong and will not collapse. It is almost comparable to the solid wall of the White City that is protected by magic."

Boom!

Even as he was speaking, a huge stone came crashing down and hit the city wall hard, but not even a layer of skin was lost, only a slight crack appeared on the blocks used to build the wall.

"See, that's it."

"If the number of defenders was not too small last time, and there were more than five Ringwraiths leading them, we would not have to retreat."

"We have enough people this time, so we can handle it even if the Ringwraiths come."

"Remember the trick: when facing the Ringwraiths, don't be afraid, don't show fear. As long as you can show courage, the Ringwraiths will only be a stronger enemy."

"My father... the ruling prime minister once told me this when I was a child."

As he spoke, Faramir's eyes darkened.

At that time, my father had not become as paranoid as he is now, and he had no prejudice against my two brothers.

What changed him?

"Captain, look!"

At this time, the commando's deputy suddenly shouted in a hurried tone.

Faramir looked up immediately and saw a Ringwraith flying in the air, and with him came reinforcements from the Orcs.

A group of Uruks.

They transported a dark, unidentified object and placed it on the catapult.

Then, he threw it towards the city wall again.

"What is this?"

Faramir had a bad feeling.

As the pitch-black shell was being thrown towards him slowly, Faramir suddenly shouted, "Get down! Find cover!!"

Boom!

The loud noise drowned out his instructions. The pitch-black shell exploded instantly after it fell, directly blowing open several layers of the wall. At the same time, a raging fire spread from it and climbed upwards.

Faramir covered his ears and stood up, his face full of disbelief.

"I recognize that evil power. It comes from the same source as the Ringwraiths, but it is more profound. It is Sauron. That is Sauron's power."

That thing that explodes is probably some new weapon developed by Soran. And it seems that it is not just a weapon. He also cast magic on it, making the shells more powerful and always explode at the right time.

When the two are combined, even such a solid wall will inevitably suffer damage.

Rumble…

Shells were constantly fired from far away, destroying the city walls.

However, what surprised Faramir, the Ringwraiths, and even the Orcs was that the city wall had been severely damaged but it just wouldn't collapse.

It simply goes against common sense.

hum-

A horn sounded, and another large army arrived.

Still the enemy.

Faramir foresaw that things were not going well.

The enemy's number is more than five times ours, and there are also Ringwraiths and such powerful weapons...

Boom!

There was another explosion above the city wall, leaving a hollow gap.

The Ringwraiths laughed and ordered the Orcs to continue their attack and focus their attack on one place.

"Captain, there are too many enemies. I'm afraid we will have trouble holding on."

At this time, the deputy also came over to give suggestions.

"No, no, behind us is Minas Tirith, our homeland and our people. We cannot retreat."

"Although the wall is somewhat damaged, it is still functional."

"Hold your ground."

This time, Faramir chose to resist stubbornly.

He must not retreat.

(End of this chapter)