The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Blood debts and blood!"

The Dunlanders immediately swarmed towards Isengard's gate.

Saruman stood there, turning his head to look at the dam where the flame still remained. The waterwheel and shattered scaffolding burned, and the dam made of white rocks was smoked black.

A taller orc walked up to Saruman, his face was covered with the mark of white hands, he was fully armed, and his body was strong and straight. He looked at Saruman with only firmness and inquiries waiting for orders.

"Go." The white-robed wizard's voice was indifferent and unforgiving. "Xiude must be killed, Xiyude must be killed, and the stumbling block that has taken Rohan away for me!"

There was a low growl in the orc's throat, and he turned and walked towards the door. A group of strong orcs, whose entire body was covered in pitch-black iron armor, stood up straight in the open space behind the gate, holding a spear over two meters in front of them with both hands, waiting for the commander's order.

"Kill!"

The orc leader raised the machete in his hand.

"Kill!"

The strong orcs raised their weapons at the same time, their spears pointed like forests.

The leader of the orcs took strides and waited until the savages of Dunland rushed past them and rushed to the plain outside Isengard before they took a neat step and marched silently to the battlefield.

"Saruman is walking towards the dam." Altarel let go of her fingers, but in the end she didn't put the arrow on the bowstring: "What's next?"

"Next, let us give him a bigger surprise."

Zelin didn't have enough time to destroy the dam, he didn't carry so many bombs, and he didn't have enough time for him to deploy more explosives. But compared with dams fixed by metal brackets, Isinger has more weaknesses.

"He has been cutting down trees and making fires to forge iron. Let's go and give him a fire."

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ps: Sorry for the instability of the recent update. As an apologize, I decided to update three days before May 1st.

Chapter 2411: White Lies

"His Royal Highness, it's from Dunland!"

A Rohan knight raised his arm and pointed to the distance. The large black images burst into the Rohan like a river. The Dunlanders have no formation, just brandishing their weapons and yelling to charge. They were not afraid of the camp full of torches in the distance, nor did they hesitate. Soon, the Dunlanders passed the orcs in the forefront and rushed straight to the Rohan camp.

"Blow the horn!"

Siyoud raised his lance: "The people of Aior, gather to me!"

Rohan knights lined up in a row, and there was a space between them, and there were two other rows of cavalry behind them, they were arranged in a tight formation. The archer of the last company stepped forward, passed the cavalry, and lay the bow and arrow on the string. The figures of Dunland were getting closer, and the Rohan knights in the front row could almost see the hatred expressions on their faces wrapped in messy hair.

"Let the arrow!"

The archer released the bowstring at the same time, and the arrow disappeared into the dark night sky accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air. After a few seconds, the Dunlande in front of him fell down and his body was full of arrows. The iron arrow easily tore open the leather and cotton coat of the savage, and plunged deeply into the body. Only a few savages had shields made of wooden boards in their hands, but the small shields could not block all the arrows and were shot. Arms and calves.

The remaining savages did not feel fear. They passed the corpse that was shot by the arrow and fell to the ground and the comrades who were still alive, wailing and screaming in pain, and continued to charge the Rohan.

"Offensive!"

Siyoud kicked the mount hard in the ribs, and rushed towards the enemy first. The remaining cavalry followed closely behind.

The cavalry at the forefront rushed towards the Dunlanders like a ballista, and when they collided with the savages, they slammed into the array of the Dunlanders. The Dunlanders team was like a mud wall. In front of this unstoppable force, he was smashed. Many savages were knocked into flight, and some people were knocked down. Before they could react, they were stepped on by more horses hoofs, and the blood flowed all over their faces.

After the first row of cavalry hit the enemy, the second row of cavalry followed. Before the enemy could react, they used spears and sabers to harvest the enemy's life. Siud threw away the broken lance and drew his sword. A Dunlander tried to grab his leg and drag him off his horse. But then painfully retracted his severed arms. Xiyoude swung his sword again, blood spurted from the throat of the Dunlander, and fell to his knees weakly, falling into the dust raised by the horses.

"For Rohan!"

The cavalry crashed into the forces of Dunlanders and Orcs. In front of Isengard's gate, the strong orc leader who had just walked out of the gate raised his arm, and the phalanx behind him suddenly stopped.

"It's time." The orc's language was like some kind of hoarse growl: "Prepare them a grave!"

A group of orc slaves holding shovels immediately trot over from the back of the team and began to dig on the flat ground.

Under the smoke-shrouded night sky, the shouts of killing echoed like thunder in Isinger's square.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!"

A foreman waved his arms and urged the slaves who carried the baskets, which were filled with iron ore that had just been dug out from the ground.

"Go fast, don't stop, fast!" The foreman slammed a slave on the back with a whip, and the hit slave staggered, quickly speeding up his pace: "No one is allowed to stop!"

Suddenly, the oncoming slaves carrying armor suddenly stopped. They raised their heads and opened their eyes to look upward, their bodies subconsciously retreating because of fear.

The foreman turned around, trying to see clearly what was above. But before he had time to do this, the demon hunter who jumped down knocked him to the ground, and the Hidden Blade that popped out pierced the orc's neck.

There is a watchtower on the edge of the deep pit forge. An orc screamed and fell from the top of the tower. He slammed into a pile of wooden barrels. The barrels were smashed to pieces. The orc crushed the pieces of wood with an arrow. Inserted in the chest. Immediately afterwards, another orc appeared at the edge of the watchtower, and it vainly raised the machete in its hand to resist. The elf ranger's two knives were as fast as phantoms, and the blades did not collide, and the orc's throat spurted a blood arrow. The ranger raised his leg and kicked the enemy's chest.

The orc fell down, his stiff body turned a half circle in mid-air, and plunged into the cooling water tank. The water tank shattered, and water mixed with blood flowed all over the ground.

"Zelin!"

Altariel shouted to the Demon Hunter: "You must hurry!"

She was standing on the watchtower. The wooden ladder beside the watchtower was the only entrance to the underground forge below. More than twenty half-orcs held their weapons and charged from all directions. The elf ranger pulled the bowstring to his ear, and in the blink of an eye he shot four arrows, and the four orcs fell to the ground. She drew three arrows again and put them on the bowstrings, letting go, and three more orcs fell to the ground and were shot in the chest.

Standing in front of the dam, Saruman looked at the wreckage of the waterwheel with some flames remaining. The metal pillars supporting the dam had traces of flames. Obviously, someone had tried to attack these pillars and wanted to destroy the dam, but it eventually failed. It only burned the scaffolding and the slaves could not continue to reinforce the dam. But this is tricky enough. For a temporary dam, it cannot continue to pile up stones and fix the structure, and the dam will not last long.

The river has been trying to break away from the rocks.

Suddenly, Saruman noticed the traces of soot, which was radioactive on the huge metal support, and exploded several rocks. This kind of flame is very familiar to him. In fact, he knows that this kind of explosive flame can play a decisive role in the next battlefield. In the face of this flame, the strong fortresses and fortresses that mankind is proud of are just a joke.

More than fifty years ago, he knew that there was a man who used that kind of flame against Azog's orc army on the battlefield of Gushan.

He hasn't appeared in the West for more than 30 years. This kind of flame is unique to Isengard, and this is also the power that will be used to ensure that the Supreme Lord of the Rings is in his hands.

But the traces left by this kind of flames were really familiar to him.

After lowering his head in thought for a few seconds, Saruman suddenly raised his head.

Before Gandalf came to visit Isengard, he asked the gray-robed wizard, who claimed that the man still did not appear. A month ago, Guanhe, the leader of the giant eagle, rescued Gandalf from the wind, but now, when Siyod assembled his army to fight Isinger, there was such a riot in Isinger.

Saruman quickly linked these things together.

Gandalf is lying!

Chapter 2412 The Fire of Isinger

The Dunland savages were quickly defeated by the Rohan cavalry. They only slightly blocked the advance of the cavalry, and the Rohan people passed them and crashed into the orcs in the back row. The orcs had no resistance in front of the cavalry, and the hussar did not even stop, sweeping through the orcs' phalanx like a flood, unstoppable.

"Chasing and killing the enemy!"

Xiyoud raised the blood-stained sword: "Don't let any enemy escape back to Isengard!"

The hussar pursued it hard under the prince's order. The knights slashed sideways with sabers and axes, and swept past the moment the horse passed the enemy. Some orcs tried to resist with weapons, but the impact of the horses running caused the knight's weapons to cut them off with simple spears. The cavalry swept on the battlefield. The half-orcs were chased by the cavalry behind like a headless fly. This was fortunate. The rest of them thought they had escaped, and rushed towards a group of cavalry. Flee in the other direction.