Start with the Eye of Sauron

Leaving the wasteland and crossing the Poros River, Thranduil rushed to the city of Mina Tirith without stopping.

With the remaining more than 7000 elves, everyone walked slowly. After stepping through the wasteland, the scene in front of them changed again.

On the overlapping mountains on the right, you can see the pure white snow above the mountains.

After crossing the wasteland, the snow under his body has melted a lot, and the sparse weeds on the ground are mixed with the newly cultivated snow, one foot deep and the other shallow.

Soros held the reins and patted the horse Niubi under his crotch. Marching in this environment, the horse Niubi also showed no energy.

Sensing the gloomy atmosphere, Thranduil had no intention of invigorating the atmosphere, the soft snowflakes offset the sound of footsteps, and everyone walked forward without saying a word.

Gandalf quietly followed Soros. For some reason, he had a feeling that the orc catastrophe this time would not bring too much harm to the Zhongtu Continent. The real danger was the person beside him. bit.

Looking at the harmless Soros, Gandalf felt a palpitation for no reason.

The person in front of him has already agreed, and immediately followed him to Modo to destroy the Lord of the Rings after eliminating the orcs. Why is he still so worried.

Walking slowly along the edge of the mountain, after a while, they saw dense march marks on the ground.

"Orc footprints."

"Traces of a wolf charge."

Everyone took up their weapons silently, the team slowed down again, and walked forward vigilantly.

"What's that in front?"

Several elves who were exploring the way ahead rushed back quickly. They came to Thranduil's side and said something.

Thranduil's face changed slightly, and he urged everyone to leave quickly.

There were black cone-shaped things one after another in front of him. Soros patted his horse and accelerated forward.

Those black cones were piles and piles of corpses, completely charred.

The densely packed ones in front are all these things.

"I don't know if the river crossing in the north has been guarded."

Looking at the piles of corpses in front of them, everyone felt a little heavy.

"Mina Tirith should not be so easy to fall. As long as the orcs are kept out of the city, Gondor will still be strong."

Patting Aragorn's shoulder, Legolas comforted him. Aragorn seemed a little anxious. During the slow march, he suppressed his emotions and did not urge Thranduil to move forward quickly.

The huge pile of corpses in front made Aragorn unable to calm down and slowly follow the march. He quickly reined in the reins, and the horse under his seat carried him forward quickly.

Looking at the anxious Aragorn, Legolas yelled, and raised the rein to follow. Behind them, Gandalf raised his staff, and quickly went to Aragorn.

Soros watched the three of them leave, and had no intention of going after them. He followed Thranduil, thinking about something quietly.

After solving the half-orcs, he will definitely follow Gandalf and others to Modo. At that time, these people may have to stay in Modo for some time.

In order to save Gondor, I don't know if Aragorn will pull out those dead evil spirits to fight with the half-orcs. If something happens to Mina Tirith, those who can stop the hundred thousand half-orcs will also be able to stop them. Only the army of undead.

Slowly walking across the plain full of corpses in front of him, Soros raised his head and looked at the sky above the Misty Mountains.

The sky behind the Misty Mountains was covered with dark clouds, and the sky was as black as ink. There was a large orange light in the middle, and orange thunders were constantly falling down.

"After following the three of them to Modo, I will immediately let you appear on the tower and look down on all living beings."

There was a murmur of Modo language echoing in my mind, and my clarity returned after a while.

"King Soros, are you thinking about your mission?"

Seeing that Soros' eyes had been fixed on Modo's direction, Thranduil came closer and asked with a smile.

Soros looked at him, and suddenly showed a smile. Immediately afterwards, he withdrew his gaze, sat on the horseback, and returned to his harmless appearance.

"That look."

Thranduil silently took out the kettle and took a sip of water. For some reason, he felt his throat was a bit dry.

The moment Soros looked at him just now, he felt that he was not facing Soros, but the dark energy on the Supreme Ring.

"Will this king really be controlled by the Lord of the Rings..."

"There is a ferry in front of us, let's speed up!"

Looking at the scattered weapons beside the ferry, Aragorn broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't see a person or a half-orc, only the weapons scattered all over the place.

"It looks like the battle at the ferry is over."

Gandalf looked at the boats parked beside the ferry, and the three rode quickly to the side of the ferry.

"There's blood everywhere, we're late, the fighting here is over."

The ground was in chaos, with mutilated weapons and blood stains everywhere. The three of them quickly looked around and all jumped off their horses.

Aragorn kept leaning over to observe the ground, picking up a pinch of soil from time to time, and after observing for a while, he gently tapped it on the tip of his tongue.

"Blood of Orcs."

Going forward, Aragorn has come to the edge of the ferry, and the chaotic marks are gradually becoming smoother.

Suddenly, he ran back quickly, got on his horse, and waved to Gandalf and Leaf.

The two also got on their horses tacitly, and Aragorn immediately galloped in the direction of Mina Tiris.

"The half-orcs have won the battle for the ferry, and Mina Tiris has been besieged."

Both Gandalf and Legolas speeded up to keep up with Aragorn, and the three of them ran towards Mina Tiris together. . .

Outside the city of Mina Tiris, Azog commanded the army, looking at the huge white city, his half-orcs were already approaching the gate.

A large group of half-orcs kept hitting the city gate. Under the cover of a large number of arrows on the city, the half-orcs who rushed into the city gate changed batch after batch.

"Commander, that city gate cannot be knocked open!"

A half-orc came to Azog's side. They had shot many soldiers in the city to death, but they spent a lot of time on the city gate.

"The city gates guarded by magic are of course not so easy to break through."

Azog glared at the solid city wall, and gave an order loudly.

"Lift Gelong up and smash that city gate into pieces!"