Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth.

Chapter 393 The Battle Begins
Boom!
Feeling a tremor beneath his feet, Faramir quickly looked towards the city gate, only to see a group of giant beasts slowly approaching with a huge battering ram on their shoulders. At the front of the battering ram was a wolf's head with flames burning in its eyes.

As soon as it appeared, it rushed straight into the city gate and bent it with almost no effort.

Not to mention the gate, looking at the situation, I'm afraid even the city wall would have a gap if it was hit hard.

Faramir was a little confused now.

"Go to the city gate and prepare to counterattack!"

He immediately led a team of his bravest warriors to the city gate, trying to knock down the beasts and relieve the pressure.

But behemoths like these are extremely dangerous and difficult to deal with even if there is only one of them, let alone there are a bunch of them in front of you.

Moreover, the assault team's operations did not go smoothly.

The Ringwraiths in the sky noticed their movements, and while Faramir was not paying attention, they pounced down with a grim smile, jumped off the ferocious beast, and drew out the Blade of Morgul to stab it.

Phew.

Even if Faramir sensed the approach of danger, he would only quickly avoid it.

The sword still pierced his shoulder.

"Uhh—!!"

Faramir roared, stepped forward with sword in hand, and fought fearlessly with the Ringwraiths despite the wound caused by Morgul's blade and the severe pain in his heart.

This sudden burst of courage stung the Ringwraith's senses and actually forced him back for a moment.

The soldiers noticed that Faramir was attacked, and they reacted quickly, turning their fear into anger, and they also charged at the Ringwraiths. For a moment, the Ringwraiths were unable to cope.

He had to ride on the ferocious beast and fly away.

The Ringwraiths were beaten back.

However, the defender's disadvantage has already been achieved.

Lightning flashed over Barad-dur, and a green pillar of light shot up into the sky from Minas Morgul. The Witch-king responded to Sauron's command, and his army came out in full force, rushing towards Osgiliath.

"Retreat, retreat!"

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable and the enemy had more reinforcements, and even the Witch King went out in person, the deputy captain supported Faramir, who was eroded by the curse attached to the Blade of Morgul and was in a state of confusion, and led the defenders to evacuate.

Osgiliath finally failed to hold on.

When retreating to the West City, on the other side of the bridge, the deputy captain looked back at the high wall built by Levi himself, feeling dazed.

The wall was similar to the White Walls of Minas Tirith, and was enchanted and said to be indestructible.

But the world has changed.

Everything that had proven indestructible in the past now collapses easily.

There was indeed magic on the wall, and ordinary stones could not damage it at all, but now the enemy's attacks were also attached with terrible black magic.

Everything becomes full of uncertainty.

...

The top floor of Minas Tirith, inside the palace.

Denethor looked at Faramir, who was unconscious, black-faced, and in pain, in silence.

The clouds of Mordor covered Osgiliath.

Even when sitting in the prime minister's seat in the palace, he only needed to raise his head slightly to see the dark clouds outside the door and the lightning rolling in the clouds.

This is how the scene in Gondor has always been.

Standing on the top floor and looking east, you can see directly into the dark clouds of Mordor.

Denethor's wife died of worry due to seeing this scene for many years, and left him early, which was a great blow to Denethor.

It also made him hate Mordor even more.

But now, dark clouds are gathering.

But no one can guard the front line.

Looking at Faramir, who had his eyes tightly closed and seemed to be struggling in a nightmare, Denethor closed his eyes and his mentality changed slightly.

The deputy who had brought Faramir back came forward and reported:

"My lord, the captain fought bravely and led us to repel the Ringwraiths, but there were too many enemies, at least five times our number, and they had newly developed weapons that we could hardly resist..."

"Don't make excuses for your failure." Denethor said sternly, and the deputy was speechless and could only stand there in a daze.

"Go find Mithrandir. Isn't Faramir his loyal student? Then let him think of a way to save his good student."

"Yes."

The deputy took the order and left with Faramir on his back.

Denethor sat in his cold seat, staring at Faramir as he left, in a daze.

He slowly lowered his head and scratched his face with both hands, looking extremely painful.

"Boromir, my son, where are you?"

"Gondor needs you, and your brother needs you too..."

Boom!
The sound of war drums sounded in the distance, and Denethor was startled. He quickly stood up and walked to the square outside the palace.

Boom!
Dark clouds are approaching.

The host of Mordor has arrived.

After taking Osgiliath they marched straight towards Minas Tirith without stopping for a moment.

Looking at the enemy below, Denethor seemed a little confused.

"Five times?"

"No, it's more than five times."

Perhaps, this time Faramir really can't be blamed...

hiss--

The ferocious beast was flying and roaring above the city, and together with the large army and dark clouds outside, it immediately caused panic among the people in the city.

Denethor took a deep breath, threw off his robe, revealing the armor underneath, and drew the standard long sword from his waist, the same as that of many Gondor soldiers. He took a deep breath and shouted:

"Prepare for battle and defend the city walls!"

"Don't be afraid, hold your ground!"

After shouting, he said viciously:
"Let these filthy beasts come, the Hurin family is not extinct yet..."

The two armies faced each other on the city walls.

Denethor rode his warhorse and marched through the city, shouting and giving orders and inspiring the army.

A moment later, Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth, who had arrived at the White City with a team of elite knights a few days ago, also joined in and defended with Denethor.

“You are as visionary as ever.”

Looking at the army outside the city, the prince had to admire Denethor's vision.

He had anticipated this scene a long time ago, so he sent people to Dol Amroth for help many days in advance.

As the two were discussing on the city wall, a voice joined in.

"That crystal allows you to see far and wide, but it also makes you weak."

"Mithrandir."

Denethor turned around and saw Gandalf riding up and joining in the defense.

Yes, as long as it is not expressly prohibited by the supreme ruler, Gandalf has the right to command by default.

On the one hand, it was because he was a wizard and naturally had this status. On the other hand, it was also because he had a high reputation in Gondor. When Denethor's father was in power, the people of Gondor lined the streets to welcome Gandalf when they saw him coming.

Denethor looked around and asked:
"Where's Faramir? Why isn't he here?"

Gandalf sighed and said, "You don't have to express your concern in such harsh words, Prime Minister. Your son is still in a very bad condition. Even I can only alleviate the erosion of Morgul's Blade and temporarily stop its spread. If you want to completely eradicate it..."

"Someone will have a better solution than me."

"So where is the person you mentioned now?"

"I do not know."

Gandalf shook his head.

"Perhaps he is with Boromir, the man you are thinking about."

(End of this chapter)