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Princess Éowyn was actually quite guilty for secretly coming to the battlefield as a girl.

"Be careful yourself~" Mike said, indicating that he was not one to talk too much. Then, out of admiration for Princess Éowyn, he condensed a ball of [Guardian Power] and threw it at her.

It can at least protect the opponent from one fatal blow.

Then, to the girl's astonishment, Mike drew the Fiery Holy Sword from his body and leaped into the air.

As the Flame Holy Sword was activated, countless firefly-like clusters of flame spread across the entire battlefield.

Although the Rohan cavalry were powerful, they did not gain any advantage when they encountered the even stronger Orcs due to their numerical disadvantage.

At this point, although the battle was not one-sided, it had reached a stalemate.

If Mike hadn't arrived, even if Rohan had won, it would have been a Pyrrhic victory at best.

Of course, there are no "ifs".

The "fireflies" arrived just in time, mercilessly reaping the lives of the Orcs while also replenishing the strength of the Rohan warriors who were on the verge of exhaustion.

With a balance of tension and relaxation, the Rohan warriors, their fighting spirit soaring, began a powerful counterattack against the Orcs.

Before long, the situation on the battlefield became clear.

"What a magnificent hero!"

Princess Éowyn, who had been keeping a close eye on Mike's movements, looked up blankly as he flew to King Rohan's side.

She probably didn't even realize that her face was even rosier than before, and her eyes held a hint of infatuation in addition to admiration.

“Mr. Mike, thank you again for your help.” King Théoden of Rohan had naturally already noticed Mike’s arrival.

After all, the other party's amazing ability was too dazzling, making it hard not to notice.

"Mr. Mike~" At the same time, Prince Éomer, who had just finished the battle, also came to Mike's side to greet him.

"This war has taken a very strange turn. What are your plans afterward?" Mike nodded to Éomer and then turned his gaze to King Théoden.

“The dark forces have ambitious plans this time. So I have decided to lead a troop of elite cavalry to support Gondor…” With each other in danger, King Théoden naturally saw the huge column of smoke rising over Gondor.

As fellow human factions with an alliance treaty, Théoden would certainly not ignore the plea for help from its allies.

Meanwhile, Prince Éomer had already begun to reorganize his troops.

Just as Mike had feared, Éomer, terrified that the forces of darkness would strike again, left most of his warriors in Rohan after gathering his troops.

Only a hundred elite cavalrymen were selected as reinforcements to support Gondor.

Mike also noticed that Princess Éowyn, who had put on her visor again, had also blended into the hundred-man cavalry.

When Mike looked over, the girl secretly winked.

"I still have to go to the White Mountains. See you in Gondor after that!"

This time, Mike did not expose Princess Éowyn either. After bidding farewell to King Théoden, he went alone to the White Mountains outside the border of Rohan.

……

“It’s you again, human. If I remember correctly, we met sixty years ago…”

The white mountain valleys remain eerily quiet.

The ghost leader, wearing a crown and radiating a ghastly green light, revealed himself the moment Mike stepped into the canyon.

As if sensing something, it looked at Mike with anticipation in its eyes.

Mike didn't disappoint it, and without saying a word, he took out the sword of Isildur.

"That is... the Sword of Kings..."

"The thousand-year curse is finally about to end... We will be free..."

"..."

As Mike raised the Sword of Kings, the ghost army, sensing the presence of the King of Men, appeared one after another.

Before long, the pale green light filled the entire canyon.

The faces of the ghost army were filled with excitement, anticipation, and fervor.

This is understandable, of course; anyone confined in one place for thousands of years would go crazy and feel depressed.

Now that the hope of liberation is right in front of them, how can they not be excited?

"Quiet~"

The ghost leader called to his restless tribesmen, then looked solemnly at Mike and said, "Your Majesty, what are your instructions?"

It was clear that although the ghost leader was trying to suppress its emotions, its trembling body betrayed its inner turmoil.

"The forces of darkness have once again swept across Middle-earth. The time has come for you to fulfill your promises." Mike smiled and asked, "Do you still have the courage to face the Dark Lord?"

Since these ghosts hadn't done anything wrong, Mike decided to give them a chance to escape.

"We will fight for you at your command!"

The ghost leader bowed his head and knelt on the ground.

Then, the entire ghost army knelt down, their faces filled with fanaticism.

Having already died once, they are now fearless in their pursuit of freedom.

……

"Faramir, stop making pointless sacrifices. Retreating to White City might offer a glimmer of hope..."

Outside the fortress of Minas Tirith, Aragorn, watching the ever-growing army of orcs before him, began to persuade Faramir.

“White City has already sent out a request for help. If we just hold on a little longer, reinforcements will arrive soon…” Faramiel said unwillingly.

"That is, if we can wait until then... Look at your companions around you, they have already reached their limit. If this continues, they may all be wiped out in the next second," Aragorn said again, trying to persuade them.

It seems that the Regent really wants his second son dead this time. Since driving Faramir out of the city, he hasn't sent a single soldier.

Of the thousands of private soldiers Faramir brought with him, only a few hundred are still alive.

Although they occupied the narrow fortress to resist the powerful orc army, the fall of the fortress was only a matter of time given the absolute disparity in strength.

“Aragorn is right. There’s no point in staying here any longer. Retreating to White City to regroup is the wisest choice.” After wielding his greatsword and repelling another wave of orcs attacking the fortress, Gandalf couldn’t help but offer Faramir’s advice.

To reiterate, in the wizard's view, defending the city was the wise decision in the face of a powerful attack from the forces of darkness.

Watching the Rohan warriors around him die one by one, Faramir was also heartbroken. After hesitating for a moment, he finally gave the order: "Contract the defenses and retreat back to White City. We'll fight the orcs there!!!"

The formation then changed, with Faramir and Aragorn covering the rear, and the private army, now only a little over a hundred men, withdrew from the fortress defenses.

"Damn it! Damn it!!!"

At the same time, inside the Great Hall of Minas Tirith, Regent Denethor, who had not expected the dark forces to arrive so fiercely, had long lost his previous composure.

Anxious and worried, he looked at his eldest son and asked, "Has the reinforcement arrived yet?"

Yes, when the Orcs attacked the fortress outside the city, this cowardly regent had already ordered his eldest son to light the beacon fires.

However, Rohan, the closest ally of Gondor, is at least a day's journey away.

Deneiser was clearly terrified and failed to consider that reinforcements would need time to travel.

“It will take a while for the Rohan reinforcements to arrive…” Boromir explained softly, looking at his father’s red eyes, then carefully asked, “The city is already surrounded by the orc army. Should we call Faramir back?”

It's clear to anyone with eyes to see the current situation that the orc army's arrival is hostile.

With that kind of offensive, it was only a matter of time before the area outside the city fell.

Even a single misstep could lead to the fall of Baicheng.

Therefore, the wizard's judgment was correct; concentrating forces to defend White City was the wisest choice to wait for a turning point.

“Useless…useless…all of them are useless…” But Regent Denethor was clearly already in a rage and wasn’t listening to what his eldest son was saying at all. He angrily cursed, “If that useless Faramir can’t stop the orc army, then let him and his wizard friends all die outside the city!”

……

Chapter 647 Civil strife

"Hey, open the door!!! This is Faramir next to me, the regent's second son. Don't you recognize him??..."

"The orc army is almost here, let us in quickly..."

"..."

Pippin and Merry, who had arrived at the gates of Minas Tirith, shouted loudly to the soldiers on the city walls.

The team, which originally had more than a hundred members, was reduced to only thirty-odd when they reached the city gate due to the relentless pursuit of the orcs.

This also includes several members of the escort team.

Such a great loss left Faramir, who had fled back to the city gate, with a bitter expression on his face.

“Without the Regent’s order, none of us dare open the door. Please hold on a little longer, and I will send someone to inquire…”

The captain of the guards on the city wall, due to the terrain, had already seen the densely packed orc army gathering on the wasteland outside the city.

Even though the captain of the guard recognized Faramir and the others, as a low-ranking soldier, he still dared not bear the consequences of opening the city gate without authorization.

……

"Father, Faramir and the others are surrounded by the orc army at the city gate, and their lives are in imminent danger..." Having learned of the situation outside the city gate from the messenger, Boromir rushed to the royal palace and asked the Regent, "Please order the city gates opened and let them in."

"Useless! The enemy has reached the city gates so quickly. Faramir is indeed unreliable..." Upon hearing the devastating news, Denethor rose from his regent's throne in a panic. After berating his second son, he said gravely, "Let's go to the city gates. I don't believe the orc army can breach the gates of Minas Tirith."

The capital of Gondor, Minas Tirith, is built on a hillside, with natural barriers at the back and sides, so as long as the gates are guarded, the main city is in a safe position.

But when Denethor arrived at the city wall with the help of his eldest son, he saw a densely packed army of tens of thousands of orcs.

Moreover, in front of these enemy formations, there were hundreds of modified troll warriors and mammoth squads.

Their massive size was incredibly imposing, making even the towering walls of Minas Tirith appear exceptionally small in comparison.

Looking up, nine Dark Ringwraiths riding corrupted dragons were also eyeing White City covetously.

This terrifying scene nearly made the arriving regent faint.

"It's over!! Everything is over!!! Gondor is over, and the Denethor family is over too..."

Denethor muttered to himself, then his face suddenly turned sinister as he said, "Rather than let the city be destroyed and people die at the hands of those filthy orcs, let us preserve the last glory of the Denethor family ourselves."

In the Regent's view, suicide was the last means to protect the family's glory.

"Guards, tie up Boromir and take him back to the main hall!!!"

Deneser decided to share this honor with his beloved eldest son.

"Father, what are you doing? Open the city gates and let Faramir and the others in!"

Boromir, equally stunned by the scene before him, was concerned about his younger brother outside the city when he was suddenly tied up by the guards.

Then they were dragged all the way to the main hall.

"Gondor is finished..."

Standing beneath the city walls, watching the ever-growing orc army, Faramiel shared the same thought as his father.

Fortunately, the orc army was still regrouping, seemingly aiming to take White City in one fell swoop, thus giving Faramir and his men some breathing room.

"Don't give up, Faramir. As long as we have hope, things will always turn around..." Gandalf's expression was equally solemn, but he had not yet given up hope, and he also encouraged the dejected Faramir.

As for where the wizard's confidence came from, it was because he had sent a distress signal to his own aerial combat unit, the Giant Eagle Flock, in advance.

Moreover, Gandalf sensed that the Lord of Lonely Mountain must have received news of such a large commotion in Gondor.

Having witnessed Mike's terrifying fighting prowess, he firmly believed that as long as the enemy arrived at the Gondorian battlefield, there would be a turning point.

"What's the point of saying all that? What we should be concerned about now is when the city gates behind us will open..."

"Speaking of which, have we already been abandoned by that damn regent...?"

"..."

Compared to Faramir and Gandalf's patriotism and sense of the bigger picture, Pippin and Merry, who were trembling with fear, only wanted to save their lives as quickly as possible.

Looking at the city gates behind them, which remained silent for a long time, the two hobbit children couldn't help but complain.

Meanwhile, Dineser, who had already escorted his eldest son back to the kingdom's main hall, had his soldiers bring him enough firewood and oil before driving everyone else out.

"Father, what are you doing? Faramir and the others are still waiting for us at the city gate..."

Seeing his father frantically pouring kerosene on himself, Boromir sensed something was wrong, and a look of horror appeared on his face.