Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth.

Chapter 397 Lord of Middle-earth?

To be fair, as a ruler, Denethor did a pretty good job. All the affairs of Gondor were managed in an orderly manner without any mistakes. Moreover, his attitude - except towards his two sons - was actually quite fair, and he enjoyed a good reputation in Gondor.

In terms of willpower, he was also quite tenacious, like steel, so much so that he was even able to resist the temptation of Sauron.

This is quite rare.

But people are made of flesh and blood after all, not real steel. Over time, some problems are bound to arise.

This is when correction is needed.

In a bedroom somewhere in Minas Tirith, Denethor, with an unhappy face, stood in front of Faramir's bed holding a bottle of milk.

This is what Levi asked him to do - to wake up his little son with his own hands.

Sighing, Denethor obediently fed the milk to Faramir.

After a moment, Faramir opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was the displeased old face of Denethor.

"Father...did you wake me up?"

"It's not my business."

Denethor hid the empty bottle in his hand and said, "If you want to thank someone, then thank the good teacher you have always admired, Levi, whom you have only met a few times, instead of thanking whoever you see when you open your eyes, just like some stupid animals like to regard the first thing they see when they are born as their mother."

Faramir listened in silence, and for a moment he said nothing.

He suddenly smiled.

Denethor felt ill at ease.

"Get up as soon as you wake up. Your brother cares about you very much. Go and let him see that you are healthy."

"Yes, father."

"Thank you."

Denethor was silent.

He slowly lowered his head, stood at the door for a while, and then left.

He said nothing and didn't look back.

After a while, outside the bedroom.

After a long time, Boromir met Faramir again.

After more than a year, the two brothers finally met again in Minas Tirith. They hugged each other and smiled.

There is no need to say much about the deep love between their brothers.

They talked for a while, and then Boromir said:

"I plan to participate in the next Black Gate operation. What do you say?"

Faramir, who had just awakened, did not know this, and he had even just learned about Gondor's victory, so he asked in detail.

It was then learned that Levi had returned to the north and was about to attack Mordor.

Yes, Gondor did win the Battle of the Pelennor Fields this time, but that does not mean that Gondor was in an advantageous position.

Mordor could always raise another army like this one and attack them, so they might not be so lucky the second time.

"We must get to the root of the problem, Faramir. You have seen them, haven't you, the two hobbits."

Boromir said: "I will follow the prophesied king, Aragorn, to the Black Gate to help Levi."

"We can't give Mordor time to react. We can't fight another battle like this."

"This was a decision made by Gandalf, Aragorn and my father together."

"Let me go too." Faramir suddenly became serious.

"Then put on your armor, brother, and let us fight together."

...

"Roar--"

Outside the valley.

The orange-red flames burned through the clouds, and a large number of enemies fled, losing the courage to fight. On the city wall, several dwarves who were obviously old could not help but sigh:
"Hundreds of years ago, the dragon Smaug occupied our homeland, but now, another dragon is guarding the city for us."

"This is how the world is. Things that were considered impossible in the past, many miracles, can all happen today."

"What do you say, Thorin?"

"I?"

Thorin, who was called, stared at the battlefield, showing no emotion.

At this moment, his hair and beard were completely white, and his body no longer seemed as strong as before.

However, many days ago, when he heard that the enemy was approaching, he still put on his armor, held his sword, and rushed out panting.

This is the stubbornness of the dwarves, and also their oath.

From the day when his journey to Lonely Mountain ended, the returning King under the Mountain swore that he would never hide behind his people and relatives again.

“I don’t see it any differently.”

Seeing the enemy army retreating under the threat of dragon breath, Thorin breathed a sigh of relief.

If Xiaofen hadn't come, this battle would probably have taken some time before it had any outcome.

As for Xiaofen, after supporting this side, he immediately flew to Rovanian, as if someone was calling him.

What Thorin didn't know was that while he was lamenting the recent frequent wars, a quarrel had already begun in front of the Black Gate.

crunch--

The huge, pitch-black metal door that stretched to the horizon slowly opened a crack.

A tall human riding a ferocious black horse slowly walked out and said:

"My Lord, Emperor Sauron, welcomes you all."

As he spoke, the envoy looked at the army in front of him and seemed a little weak.

Opposite him at this moment was an army of 50,000 troops assembled by the Free Cities, plus an additional 20,000 reinforcements from Gondor and Rohan, all of whom were skilled warriors.

A total of 70,000 people gathered in front of the Black Gate and lined up for a long distance.

If it weren't for the need to leave someone behind to guard the house, we could actually get more.

As for their leadership lineup, it is even more luxurious.

Their leader, who was also the one standing at the front of the army, was none other than Levi, the Lord of the North, a legendary figure who was the most powerful in Middle-earth in the past hundred years and had so many titles that it would be suffocating to say them all.

At his side were the prophesied king Aragorn, the white wizard Gandalf, Saruman who had come to join in the fun, the hobbits Pippin and Merry, Gondor's ruling prime minister Denethor, Gondor's commanders Boromir and Faramir, Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth, many Dúnedain of the Grey Fellowship including Farodin, the woodland elf prince Legolas, the dwarf Gimli of Durin, King Théoden of Rohan and his only son Théodred, and many marshals of Rohan...

The leaders alone are too numerous to read at a glance.

Gandalf recognized the lone figure standing in front of the Black Gate among the host. He said:

"That is the Mouth of Sauron, the agent of Sauron's will. Perhaps we can listen to what he has to say."

Looking at the army in front of him at this moment, even though he had Sauron's back, Sauron still felt unsure.

The scale reminded him of the Last Alliance War at the end of the last era, but the number of the human and elf coalition forces at that time was much larger than the ones gathered in front of him.

Likewise, Mordor had many more troops then than it does now.

But it’s all in the past tense.

There is no way to compare the present with the past.

Soran took a deep breath, glanced at Aragorn and the other leaders, and said to Levi at the front of the army: "Respected Legend, it is an honor to meet you again."

Yes, he was also the envoy who went to Nanhetao to build a city many years ago and tried to make peace with Li Wei.

Levi responded indifferently: "If you have something to say, say it quickly, or let your hiding master come out and speak for himself. If there is nothing else, let him wait for death in that tower."

Sauron did not have any special reaction to these words. He just said in a lower tone:

"My dear sir, I don't think we need to confront each other so harshly. I came here because my Lord asked me to bring a message--"

"Mordor and many eastern and southern powers are willing to honor you as the Lord of Middle-earth and serve you. What do you think?"

The world is at your fingertips.

(End of this chapter)