The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 261 The Last War in Middle-earth

Minas Tirith.

After throwing his sword, Gandalf stopped paying attention to the battle in the sky.

The two-meter-long staff was wielded with great skill, and the superb martial arts still forced the orcs into a retreat.

In mid-air, after unleashing two more divine strikes in quick succession, Ino simultaneously activated his flying broom to move backward.

Because out of the corner of his eye, he had already seen something flying towards them.

Even with the Ironclad Curse, there's no need to risk your life if you can easily dodge it.

However, the flying object seemed to have a positioning system installed, and it immediately changed direction.

……

A long sword floating next to the broom.

The entire sword is over a meter long, magnificent and elegant. Intricate runes are carved on the blade, as if they have gathered the essence of millions of stars.

Glandring (the sword of slaying enemies), forged by the High Elves in the Second Age.

Time seemed to have turned back a hundred years to the early morning in the courtyard of Bion, the skin-changing man.

But at this moment, the sword returned to him in another way.

Unlike her previous refusal, this time Ino naturally grasped the sword hilt.

With a wand in his left hand and a sword in his right, he charged toward the Witch-King of Angmar without the slightest delay, despite the Iron Armor Curse.

In the sky, the Witch-King of Angmar seemed to relax after seeing his opponent abandon magic, and the Mogul Blade in his hand burst into evil flames.

"You overestimate yourself! No one can kill me!"

The most powerful leader of the nine Ringwraiths, the Witch-king of Angmar, finally spoke.

Ino did not respond to such clumsy rhetoric.

The opponent's purpose in provoking him was simply to make him abandon magic and fight with a longsword, which was exactly what he wanted.

Perhaps under the influence of the Ring of Power, the Witch-King of Angmar is immune to damage from all weapons, but he forgets that some weapons are naturally effective against dark creatures.

Just like in the original story, the hobbit Merry used a dagger forged with Western craftsmanship to deliver the fatal blow.

As Ino gripped his longsword, the battle in the sky shifted from ranged combat to melee.

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At the same time.

The battlefield on the ground also presented a one-sided situation.

Under the Rohan cavalry's cutting and slashing, the remaining orcs were like lambs to the slaughter, inherently weak and powerless to resist.

Despite being outnumbered in all aspects, the humans in Minas Tirith were still systematically eliminating the orcs in the siege.

Just as everyone was anticipating victory, a bugle call sounded from the southwest.

Unlike the heroic sound of the Rohan charge horn, the sound that rang out at this moment had a somewhat eerie quality.

The earth trembled slightly.

On the battlefield, all the Rohan cavalrymen witnessed a breathtaking scene.

A colossal figure hundreds of meters tall, with six thick tusks bound with sharp blades—the Harland people's mammoth war elephants have entered the battle.

More than twenty war elephants lined up in a row, resembling a moving mountain range. This scene, which looked like a natural disaster, left everyone feeling lingering fear.

It's not just the oppressive feeling from the massive creatures, but more importantly, their indiscriminate bloodshed and brutality.

The enormous mammoth didn't care about any allies. Wherever it went, whether it was orcs or ogres, they were all trampled into mincemeat, and some were even pierced by the sharp blades on its six tusks.

But even in the face of such an irresistible force, Theodore still sounded the call to assemble.

The Rohan cavalry, scattered across the battlefield, regrouped on the Pelennor Plain.

Of the original five thousand Rohan cavalry, only a little over three thousand remained, and that was despite their excellent chainmail protection.

Although the results were good, Théoden knew very well that if even a small fraction of his three thousand men survived, given the massive size of the mammoths. A charge was inevitable; the Rohan people's inherent bravery made them daring to charge at any enemy.

"Theodon! Lead the cavalry to retreat; I'll handle these giant elephants."

A tremendous sound reverberated throughout the battlefield. Ino lowered the wand that had been pressed against his throat and charged at the Witch-King of Angmar once more.

"Rohan, flank and retreat!" Theoton decisively issued the order to move.

At the same time, Fied appeared on the battlefield carrying a vintage briefcase.

The latches opened the moment the box hit the ground.

One, two, three... hundreds and thousands of eight-eyed giant spiders returned to the Central Plains.

A figure over four meters tall carrying a spear might be intimidating to humans, but compared to a mammoth that is hundreds of meters tall, it really seems rather insignificant.

But these giant spiders seemed fearless, nimbly charging towards the mammoth.

In the sky, Fed looked at the spears and glanced at them with disdain. The familiar scent made it understand why it had been forced to cry so often recently.

Similarly, after seeing the eight-eyed giant spider appear, Ino stopped paying attention to the ground battlefield.

When he was modifying these giant spiders, he was wary of mammoths, and at the same time, he was also wary of himself getting entangled and unable to break free.

Orcs were not the real threat; it was the Harlanders and their war elephants that inflicted casualties on the Rohan cavalry.

The arrows fired from above, the six fangs bound with sharp blades, and the way each movement trampled the muscular limbs of several cavalrymen.

Faced with such an advanced concept, the only solution is to use equally advanced methods.

The eight-eyed giant spider plus Fide's tears.

Born from despair, Fide's tears are the most deadly poison; even diluted, they are enough to bring down these giants.

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Pelennor Plain.

The eight-eyed giant spider began to nimbly charge towards the mammoth war elephant.

The 5x magical creatures' defenses allowed them to ignore the arrows fired from Harland's bows.

Although a small number of the eight-eyed giant spiders were trampled and pierced by the sharp blades of the war elephant's six huge tusks, many more giant spiders had already rushed to the bottom of the war elephant.

The sharp, poisoned spears easily pierced the mammoth's skin.

"Boom!"

The colossal object, hundreds of meters tall, crashed down, shaking the earth and sending dust flying everywhere.

As the first mammoth fell, the rest fell one after another, like dominoes.

The giant elephant legion, which only trampled many orcs to death during its short appearance, fell on the Pelennor Plains.

At the same time, the pirate ship that drifted downstream on the Anduin River also brought an end to the ground battle.

The Aragorn trio, leading thirty elite grey-clad warriors of the Dúnedan tribe and a thousand elite soldiers gathered from Gondor's southern fiefdoms, appeared.

Similarly, behind these people are the spirits of the mountain people from the Atmosphere Group.

The emerald green undead surged into the battlefield like a tide.

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In the sky.

Fide suddenly appeared beside the Witch-King of Angmar.

With its body less than two feet long, it flapped its wings and pecked wildly at its opponent, seemingly trying to use its small size to create favorable conditions.

Although the Witch-King of Angmar was unaffected, the corrupted beast beneath him, the Nazghur bird, seemed to have encountered its natural enemy and began to sway uncontrollably.

Having lost the agile Angmar Witch-King, his fate was sealed.

The weapon of the high elves from the previous era successfully pierced the immortal body.

The sword that struck the enemy not only shattered the evil will of the Angmar Witch King, but also severed the unseen tendons that bound the spell together.

(End of this chapter)