The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Enough is enough, let those who are still alive escape in fear and report." Zelin shook the blade and shed the blood on it: "There is no need to kill everyone. Deserters dominated by fear will try to cover themselves. He’s incompetent and exaggerated the enemy’s power in the report. We have to make the Ruen commander suspect that there is an enemy in the forest behind him. That’s enough. We can’t leave the Black Man Temple for too long.”

As he said, he blew a whistle.

It didn't take long for the shadow of the griffin to fly over the tree canopy above.

On the hillside, he was instructing the soldiers to abandon the fourth section of the hillside. After retreating to the next defensive roadblock, Polomo suddenly noticed that the Luen people in the open space below no longer flocked towards the hillside, some of them turned their backs to the battlefield and ran. Array towards the edge of the forest.

Eowyn looked at the battlefield below solemnly. A few drops of sweat appeared on her forehead, and the fight had been going on for a long time. More than 80 Rohan fighters have lost their combat effectiveness, half of them are killed, and the remaining wounded do not know whether they will survive the battle.

The civilians holding the oil tank on the side trembled with their arms. They have been waiting here for a long time. Even in normal times, standing in one place for several hours is a very physically exhausting job.

Eowyn made a reassuring gesture to them.

"You can sit down and rest. It's not yet your turn to play."

"Madam!" One of the young people who looked only sixteen years old raised his hand and pointed to the distant sky: "The wizard is back!"

Eowyn turned her head and looked towards the sky.

Zelin rode a griffin and flew across the battlefield. Two guards were stopped when they were retreating and surrounded by Luen people. They could only lean against each other with their backs on the cliffs. They used shields to resist the enemy's attack. The helmet was stained with blood.

The crossbow arrows carrying bright gold electric lights flew towards the crowd, and the three Luen people were hit, screaming sharply in the electric lights. The Loen soldiers were taken aback by the sudden attack. A gap appeared in the wall besieging the two guards, and the robust Rohan soldiers immediately rushed toward the gap.

The Luen soldiers who attacked the roadblock were caught off guard by the accident behind them, while the archers already in position took the opportunity to shoot volleys. With the help of his hand, he withdrew to the back of the bunker.

"There are only three." Alta Reall aimed down and shot a few arrows. She may have shot the enemy, but there are too many crowds, and Zelin has no time to stay above, looking for the enemy who was hit: "It seems that you lost, but don’t worry, at least temporarily. You still have to win. Opportunity."

"It is never a person's job to kill the enemy." Zelin controlled the Griffin to land outside the Black Man Temple.

Eowyn greeted him.

"I saw the Luen people sending soldiers to the forest. Did you do it?"

"Yes, but they can only find the corpse and the air." Zelin took a deep breath and waved to the civilian holding the jar: "Come with me, over here!"

The three sections of mountain road below are already crowded with enemies. Zelin led the group of civilians to the mountain road above the defense line, looking at the crowded Luen people below.

"Aim at the direction of the first section of the hillside and throw the can directly out. Her Royal Highness said, you are all the best at throwing people? Throw the can out and put it in the middle of the first section of the hillside. Throw it down."

Without any hesitation, they immediately threw the jar out, and the jar smashed into the crowd. The oil filled with it immediately drenched the Luen people and soaked the ground.

Zelin raised the crossbow, aiming downward. The Luen people were still looking up in surprise, not understanding what happened.

Pulling the trigger, the arrow disappeared into the night with a sound of breaking through the air.

The next moment, the flames bursting out of the mountain road instantly illuminated the entire battlefield!

The flame burned along the oil flowing down the foot of the mountain, contaminating every soldier who was wet with grease. The soldiers who were ignited panicked. They wanted to extinguish the flames on their bodies in horror, but the only thing they could do was to ignite more things. Many soldiers crowded together, and the flames from the same clan soon burned on them. In the blink of an eye, the flame swallowed all the creatures near the burning point. Separate the Ruen people at the top of the hill from the large troops at the foot of the hill.

"Harda!"

Zelin looked at the elven general: "Cooperate with Boromo and destroy the divided enemy!"

The elf archer at the forefront immediately took out the long sword from his waist, put away the long bow, and raised the shield behind him. The Rohan people who had finished resting in the Black Man Temple also rushed out, along with the elven soldiers, under the leadership of Boromo and Harda, crossed the roadblock and rushed to the chaotic Ruen soldiers below.

The suddenly rushing enemy made the Ruen people think that the Rohan army hiding in the Black Man Temple decided to fight them to the death, and the flames burning in the rear destroyed their last bit of fighting spirit. Many ignited Luen people screamed and jumped off the cliff, smashing into the crowd below.

The Loen soldiers in the clearing at the foot of the mountain were surprised to see that the army of gold and dark green rushing out of the top of the mountain launched an attack against the black on the hillside. The black in front of them was like summer snow, killed soldiers. Falling from the cliff like rain. And the flames below burned more and more fiercely, completely blocking their way of reinforcements.

Chapter 2457 The Battle of Isinger

Under the same night sky, Isinger's door opened to both sides.

A phalanx of thousands of soldiers, like a pitch-black snake, traverses the valley plains between the White Mountains and Misty Mountains. Inside were half-orcs holding bows and arrows and short spears, strong orcs holding two-handed spears and covered in plate armor, and tall Dunlanders dressed in beast leather. Each phalanx consists of three hundred soldiers, and a total of twenty-five phalanxes. Among them, the half-orcs walk in the front and scout the road ahead for Saruman, while the strong orcs that Saruman trusts are in the middle, guarding A wizard in a white robe.

Saruman rides a gray horse and stands out among the strong orcs.

"Master, you have such a large army, Rohan people are not your opponent at all."

Grima graciously smiled, and followed Saruman step by step: "When the people in Idoras heard that the Luen were about to arrive, they were so frightened that they wanted to escape. The number of people left is very small, hopefully. Uton must have summoned all the riders here."

"The Luen people are not the opponents of Hidden." Saruman sat on horseback and said slowly: "They are few in number, but it is undoubtedly best to use Hidden's power to weaken the Luen people. Wait until you get it. In Lower Rohan, I need someone to rule this land for me, gather fighters, and prepare to march on Gondor. The lifestyle of Rohan people must be changed. There are many iron mines at the foot of the Misty Mountains. I want to build more forging factories. All People must go to the forge to refine iron ore and make armor. All the tribes must gather and build houses with stones."

"Of course, Master, of course you can bring real civilization and richness to this barren land." Grima said, he didn't know if he believed it or not. But he didn't care, he only heard the words of Saruman that someone needs to rule Rohan.

"When attacking Gondor, pay attention to the northern forest. The Elf Queen holds another force in the forest. When Rohan joins my camp, she will definitely send soldiers to attack the northern border of Rohan."

"Golden Forest?"

"Roslorien is the golden forest among the Rohan population." Saruman snorted coldly. "The ignorant and savage Rohan people don't even know what's on their borders. They just stay with the livestock all their lives. Together, live ignorantly, and finally die ignorantly. Order the half-orcs in front to slow down, don't push Hiurdon's troops too tightly, they have to deal with the Luen first."

"But, but Master. What if Hidden sees a bad situation and escapes into the Valley of the Helm?" Grima swallowed, his voice eager, and he became a little stuttered: "I, I am Said that the master can definitely defeat him, but what if he is allowed to run away? Escape, or hide in the Valley of the Helm. Before Helm, the Helm Hammer was hidden in the Valley of the Helm, and in the end there were no Denglanders. Give the Holy Helm Valley and beat it down. The result was a sneak attack. That's it. There are so many stupid guys in Rohan who are still following Hiurdon, and they will gather together and continue to rush to die. He must be killed. Udon, kill all his children and relatives again, otherwise the Rohan people will always find a new fool and promote him to king."

"The walls of Saint Helm Valley can't protect him." Saruman Yoyo said: "I will destroy the walls with flames. The walls they rely on are just a piece of loose sand in front of me. After the victory, I will make this land stronger than the Gang. Duo is still prosperous and richer than Gushan."

"It's impossible, Master." Grima looked confused: "How can the flame burn the stone."

"You don't know anything." Saruman's voice was arrogant: "You still have a long way to go before you leave the identity of the savage Rohan."

"Of course, Master, of course." Grima bent over, holding his hands in front of him, and ran at a small pace following the white robe wizard's mount: "But if you want me to say, you better have to kill Theurdon, he absolutely He won't surrender, maybe he might not attack the Luen at all, but flee with his own troops and flee to other places, for example...flee to Gondor."

"I will defeat King Xiurton, I don't need your reminder." Saruman said coldly.

Suddenly, a half-orc ran over in a panic.

"Master!" The half-orc is wearing hard leather armor, with beast teeth and ribs hung on the leather armor as decoration: "Master, a group of humans have appeared in front of them, there are humans!"

"Humans?" Saruman frowned. "They are holding spears and wearing iron armor?"

"No, Master, they are riding horses, holding shields and axes." The orcs scratched their heads. "They are right in front, facing us."

Surrounded by the strong orcs, Saruman rode to the forefront of the team. Forty strong orcs soldiers held spears and guarded by his side. Grima followed Saruman and walked forward. More than half of the orcs are standing with their heads up. But after noticing the figure in front of the Rohan on the opposite side, he immediately bent down and hid behind Saruman's horse, as if he was about to retract his body into the small crowd of half animals.

After leaving Isengard, this unit has been chasing the leaving Hussars quickly. The speed of the cavalry is much faster than that of the infantry, and even the half-orcs in the front had never thought that they might chase the Rohan on the way. Many half-orcs held the short spears in their hands and looked at the enemy on the opposite side suspiciously.

The Rohan stood on a low hill, only fifty meters away from the half-orc in the front.

"You used to be the most trusted sage, Saruman!" King Hidden shouted loudly: "You were respected by mankind, white robe wizard, but you are drifting away on the wrong path! You! There is one last chance to surrender. Before your half-orcs can make more killings, and before you commit more crimes with magically twisted monsters, surrender, Saruman! Otherwise, I will completely wipe out your army. Shatter your ambitions!"

"Your bluff can't scare anyone, Hidden." Saruman's voice was clear to everyone's ears: "Look at the Khanate of Rohan under your rule. Poverty, decline, people hide. Shaking in the thatched hut, you are ashamed of your ancestors. Only when this country is handed over to me can it be reborn under my leadership and become one of the greatest kingdoms in the world, not a group on horseback. The so-called country made up of barbarians living in China. The Luen people are ravaging your cities and villages, and you cannot save them."

"Your ambition is blinded, Saruman."

At this time, Saruman noticed another figure appearing next to Hidden. Gandalf dressed in a gray robe and rode a white horse: "You are in the same foul play with the enemy and abandoned your duties. You only have ambition."

"Ah, Gandalf the Grey, what do you want?" Saruman replied sarcastically, "Let me guess. The key of Oxan ear? The key of the evil black tower? Plus the crown of seven kings, five Witch scepter?"

"Your betrayal puts Middle-Earth in danger, Saruman. Thousands of lives are in danger." Gandalf's white beard swayed in the cold wind and rolled over his shoulders: "But you can save them. You commit more serious crimes. Before the mistake, tell us Sauron’s plan and disband your army. You will be treated fairly."