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"Everything will pass, and the orcs will never capture us. The glory of the Denether family will be protected by ourselves..." After completing the preparations for self-immolation, Denether took out a tinderbox, lit it, and shouted loudly, "Ancestors bless us!! Long live the Denether family!!!..."

"You're insane, you're insane..." Watching the flames slowly approach, Boromir had never felt his father so distant. Struggling and pleading, he cried, "I don't want to die! We still have hope!! Someone help me!!!"

But how could he possibly break free when he was bound hand and foot?

They could only watch helplessly as their father first lit the firewood covered in kerosene, and then set fire to the clothes on both of them.

The commotion inside the main hall was so loud that it naturally reached the ears of the guards outside. A quick-thinking individual then reported the situation to the city gate.

On the city wall, the captain of the guard, upon learning that Gondor was about to lose its leader, disregarded everything else and hurriedly opened the city gate, shouting to Faramir, "The Regent is going to burn himself and the eldest prince alive! Go and save them!!!"

Faramiel, who thought his father had finally taken pity on him and allowed him into the city, changed his expression drastically upon hearing the guard captain's report, and then ran frantically toward the main hall.

"Let's go, let's go take a look too!"

Gandalf glanced at the orc army that was almost fully assembled outside the city, and then led his men to follow in Faramir's footsteps.

Before plundering external threats, we must first secure our internal stability!

Clearly, the problems originated within Gondor itself.

"Big brother, father!! What happened?? Are you alright???"

Faramiel rushed to the front of the kingdom's main hall and heard heart-wrenching screams coming from inside, but the doors were locked from the inside, preventing him from entering.

"Get out of the way~"

Just as Faramir was getting anxious, Gandalf's loud shout came from behind.

Then, with a burst of magic, the wizard used his wand to blast the door open in an instant.

"Quickly, save them!"

Upon seeing the scene before him, Gandalf's face turned extremely grim.

Self-immolation is torture for anyone. Even though the regent had long been prepared to die, he still had the instinct to survive after being burned by the flames and struggled to put out the fire on his body.

Meanwhile, Boromir, whose ropes had also been burned off, was writhing in agony throughout the hall.

The strong smell of kerosene mingled with the aroma of meat, along with piercing screams...

The scene before them was like hell for everyone.

However, saving lives was the priority, and Aragorn and the others had no time to sigh. They quickly tackled Boromir, who was already engulfed in flames, and then used their clothes and cloaks to extinguish the oil fires on his body.

"Save...save...father..."

Poromir, who was severely burned, fainted before he could finish speaking after being rescued.

Looking at Deneiser's side, the already elderly man had collapsed to the ground and was gradually losing his breath.

Faramiel was still trying his best to put out the fire on the side.

Let him rest in peace.

Gandalf, unable to bear it any longer, stepped forward and pulled the regent's second son away.

It must be said that the kerosene that Dineser found was of really good quality; in just a short while, it had burned him into a skeleton.

The eldest brother was seriously injured and fell into a coma, while the father was burned to death.

The tragedy happened so suddenly that Faramir felt like he was in a nightmare.

Completely lost and bewildered, he knew he was incapable of leading Gondor against the Mordor army in his current state. He looked at Aragorn and entrusted him with the task: "My elder brother told me that you have Gondor royal blood flowing through your veins. It's a bit unfair to say this, but only you can lead Gondor out of this predicament..."

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Chapter 648 Supporting Gondor (Continued)

"I……"

Aragorn's life goal was to return to Gondor and restore his ancestors' glory, but he never expected that this opportunity would come so suddenly.

Just as he was about to decline as was his habit, the horns of the orc army's attack suddenly sounded in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, countless boulders fell from the sky, causing large areas of houses in the main city of Minas Tirith to collapse.

The sound of the boulder shaking and the screams of the people mingled together.

Even inside the kingdom's main hall, the commotion could be clearly heard.

"Catapults! The orcs have begun their siege!"

Gandalf went outside the Great Hall, used his magic to shatter several boulders that were flying toward the hall, and then looked at Aragorn, who was also coming out from behind, and said, "Don't hesitate any longer, Gondor needs you now."

The orcs' sudden attack not only threw the civilians into chaos, but even the kingdom's soldiers, after learning of the Regent's family's tragedy, were now running around the city like headless flies.

Clearly, the people, having lost their leader, desperately need another "hero" to appear and turn the tide to save the kingdom of Gondor.

"Please save Gondor!"

Faramiel, who came out next, knew that he was incapable of handling the terrible situation, neither in terms of ability nor in terms of courage.

So he knelt before Aragorn and offered the "loyalty" gift.

This signifies that the Regent's family has formally submitted to the House of Gondor, and at the same time, formally returned the reins of power to Aragorn.

Nearby, the Fellowship of the Ring, seeing the devastation in Gondor, also turned their attention to Aragorn.

Waiting for the other party to make a decision.

"Whoo~"

Aragorn, the person directly involved, took a heavy breath, drew his sword with a look of sorrow, and said in a deep voice, "In the name of the descendants of Isildur, I order the entire army to prepare and hold the orcs at the city gates!"

"In the name of my ancestors, I stand with all the people and soldiers of Gondor..."

As the descendants of Isildur raised their blades, the Gondorian soldiers seemed to have regained their morale.

Then, with the cooperation of Faramir and others, an army of tens of thousands was quickly assembled.

“Soldiers of Gondor, my name is Aragorn. My ancestor Isildur defeated the Dark Lord Sauron and protected the peace of Gondor…”

"Now the forces of darkness have returned once more. For the glory of Gondor, for the sake of all its people, let us follow the example of our forefathers and fight for peace..."

Before setting off, Aragorn, riding a tall horse, gave a pre-battle pep talk, then once again raised his blade and shouted, "Long live Gondor!"

"Long live Gondor!!" xN

"Fight for peace!!!"

"..."

With a tremendous roar, Aragorn pointed his sword forward: "Let's go!"

With the understanding that they would perish without fighting, the Gondorian soldiers, under Aragorn's leadership, slowly began to muster their fighting spirit.

The saying "an army driven by desperation is bound to win" is no more than this.

Just as the Gondorian army was about to reach the city gate, they suddenly encountered the fleeing city guards, followed by a team of mutated trolls and mammoths that looked like giant beasts.

Clearly, the city gates have been breached by the orc army, and the Gondor soldiers now have no city left to defend.

"Oops……"

Gandalf looked at the ferocious trolls and mammoth army, and his eyes began to worry. Without a main city to defend, could Gondor hold out until reinforcements arrived?

Aragorn, who was walking at the front, also felt that time was of the essence.

However, with Isildur blood flowing through his veins, he quickly regained his composure. After a brief analysis of the situation, he commanded, "Faramir, I order you to lead half the soldiers to help the ordinary people in the city and gather them at the kingdom palace..."

"As for me, I will lead the other half of the soldiers to rebuild the defenses there. I just hope it's not too late."

The fall of a city means loss of life, and shrinking the defenses again to protect the people is indeed the best way to minimize losses.

Whether Gondor can survive this ordeal depends on whether reinforcements arrive to disrupt the orc army's offensive from the rear.

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"Those catapults are very powerful. Should we destroy them?"

In a crater not far from the gates of Minas Tirith, Éomer asked King Théoden in a low voice.

Because of their small numbers and the fact that they were all riding fine warhorses, Théoden's Rohan reinforcements arrived faster than expected.

In just one night, they traveled from the Rohan border to the capital of Gondor.

However, this hundred-strong reinforcement force was like a drop in the ocean compared to the tens of thousands of orcs in the army.

If it's not done well, it not only won't provide any support, but it might also get you caught up in it yourself.

"Wait a little longer, now is not the time."

An elder in the family is a treasure; although King Théoden is old, he has accumulated a wealth of combat experience.

By this time, White City had already fallen, and a large number of orcs were advancing into the city.

This is a bad thing, but it's also an opportunity.

When the number of orcs outside the city has decreased to a certain level, that will be the time for the Rohan cavalry to launch an attack and destroy the catapults.

"Hold on! We have unarmed compatriots behind us, and we have nowhere to retreat!"

On the Gondorian palace side, Aragorn climbed onto the makeshift protective wall and loudly encouraged the soldiers.

Fortunately, he made a decisive decision beforehand, and before the orc army could invade, he had Faramir gather most of the people in White City to the palace.

This action undoubtedly reduced many casualties.

However, the situation remains dire. Many of the modified ogres that previously breached the White City gates have had their heads fitted with battering rams, and their arms replaced with giant iron hammers.

In addition, there was the massive mammoth army, whose entire bodies were covered in thick armor.

The temporary protective wall in front of Gondor Palace could not hold them off for long.

"Legolas, do you have any way to deal with those big guys in the sky?"

After encouraging the soldiers on the protective wall, Aragorn turned his attention to the Elf Prince.

Compared to the threats posed by the modified trolls and mammoth squads, the nine corrosive dragons hovering above the palace posed a far greater danger to the ordinary civilians and soldiers hiding there.

Those corrosive dragons, which are tens of meters long, can take away dozens of lives with each dive.

It also caused greater panic among ordinary people.

I'll give it a try.

As a corrupted dragon swooped down again, Legolas drew his Kel'Thuzad bow to its full extent, and the arrow shot out like a meteor.

Just as the arrow was about to pierce the Corrupted Dragon's head, the Ringwraith riding on its back swung his cursed sword and instantly deflected the Elven Prince's attack.

Missing his first shot, the Elf Prince fired several more arrows in succession.

However, those arrows were either blocked by the Ringwraiths or only managed to hit the corrupting dragon's body.

Unfortunately, the Corruption Dragons are enormous, and arrows of normal length are like toothpicks to them, posing no fatal threat whatsoever.

"Unless I can defeat the Ringwraiths first, I'm completely helpless against those Corruption Dragons." After trying several attacks, Legolas shook his head helplessly.

At this moment, the temporary protective wall also began to crack under the impact of the modified ogres and the mammoth team.

This instantly brought the situation in Gondor to an extremely bad point.

"Here it comes~"

When even Aragorn felt a pang of despair, Gandalf, gazing at the distant sky, suddenly smiled.

"唳~"

Accompanied by birdsong and howling, dozens of giant eagles descended from the sky, some rushing towards the modified ogres and mammoth teams outside the protective wall.

The other part was entangled in a battle with the corrosive dragon in the air.

Amidst the screech, a large amount of filthy blood splattered down...

After several of the giant eagles fell, the flock finally managed to bring down all nine corrosive dragons in the air.

On the other side, the swooping giant eagles temporarily repelled the modified trolls and mammoth squads.

Soon, however, an orc unit emerged from the orc army, armed with powerful crossbows.

The modified and strengthened crossbows instantly inflicted heavy losses on the giant eagle formation.

Seeing that things were not going well, the giant eagle leader, Zorondo, immediately summoned his companions to fly into the sky.

The whole process was quick in and quick out.