Start with the Eye of Sauron

Half a month has passed since the day Soros received the gauntlet.

"Morgan, are you really planning to gamble all your forces and fight Modo to the death?"

Sitting at the top, Aragorn looked at Archbishop Morgan, who was wearing a white robe, with a stern expression.

"Your Majesty, don't be fooled by the thieves who have already taken refuge in Modo. Modo has just been severely injured. What kind of combat power can you have in a year? How many troops can be brought out on the wasteland now? "

Morgan, who was kind on the surface, was full of disdain for Aragorn in his heart. The emperor was too hypocritical, and what was left by his ancestors could not be changed so easily.

Every nobleman has a prominent family background and has been passed down for a long time. Even if Gondor is destroyed, they still live a very prosperous life.

The emperor was determined to fight against the nobles, so naturally everything couldn't go his way.

Without Morgan reminding himself, Aragorn knew that what Gandalf said was exaggerated. It was true that Thoros had a large number of dark creatures, but the elves had a way to restrain those dark creatures.

"The current situation in Gondor can no longer withstand too many setbacks. Rohan has been severely injured in that catastrophe. This time, they will not participate in the battle between us and Modo."

"That's because they don't know the times."

Morgan replied nonchalantly, he himself is a mage with four crystal wires, and he usually uses it to pretend to be gods and ghosts, and to fool the people. This kind of trick is very useful.

"Your Majesty, the army of the elves will soon arrive in Gondor. This battle will definitely wipe out all the evil forces in Modo, and the lying demon king will also be crucified on the pillar of shame. You will He is the most accomplished generation of monarchs in the history books of Gondor."

Aragorn looked at the swearing Morgan below, and silently waved his hand. Morgan understood and led a group of officials out of the palace.

At noon, the trumpets sounded, and a large number of elves had arrived in Mina Tiris. Aragorn stood outside the city gate, looking at this large group of elf soldiers with a well-groomed appearance.

The elf soldiers wore long cloaks and held longbows as tall as a man, and they marched neatly towards Mina Tiris Fort. Aragorn looked at the three elf kings in front of him and quickly greeted them.

"Is Gondor ready?"

Thranduil stood at the forefront of the elf army, beside him, Haldir and Elrond followed closely.

"Gondor has assembled all its troops and is ready to go into battle at any time."

After hearing this sentence, Thranduil nodded silently, his cold expression softened a little.

Looking at Thranduil in front of him, Aragorn pinched his fingers with an unnatural expression.

Thranduil's whole body was as cold as ice, and in those eyes, he could see the deep hatred.

"In Modo, what happened on the black volcano made this elf king shake his original pure heart."

Two people who were counted by Soros, Thranduil regarded Mordo as his mortal enemy, and Gandalf, after being imprisoned for a long time, became a member of Mordo.

"Whether we were wrong, or Gandalf was wrong..."

Behind Aragorn, Morgan happily greeted him. His face was full of respect, without any indifference. Together with Aragorn, the elf army was welcomed into Fort Mina Tiris.

"Take a day off today. Starting tomorrow, we will meet Modo in battle."

After settling down the elves' soldiers, Elrond went to see Arwen, who was now pregnant with Aragorn's child, and her belly was slightly raised.

"Father, must we fight this battle?"

"On Middle-earth, the relationship between the major races and the half-orcs has always been irreconcilable. In order to prevent Middle-earth from being invaded by the ambitious Soros, this battle must be fought."

Elrond looked at his daughter with some pity, and suddenly spoke.

"Some of the elves have already traveled to the west. You can take your children and catch up with the team that goes to the west. Now, there is still time."

"Father, I have already given up eternal life. Don't persuade me to return because of all this. I have a good life with Aragorn. I will guard him until death."

Looking at the pregnant daughter, Elrond sighed, his daughter's fate was already doomed, and he shouldn't try to stop her.

At night, in the quiet chamber, Elrond came to Aragorn.

"This battle has a lot to do with it. I don't know exactly what Soros is like. You spent some time with him. Is he really as despicable as Elrond said?"

"I never thought he could do that kind of thing. One thing I can be sure of is that he was the person I recognized the most in the wasteland back then, and he was also the person who was most suitable to be a king."

"The word he mentioned the most was the common people. He really cared about the common people. He could tell from the fact that he must hold on to the city on the border of the wasteland and prevent the half-orcs from approaching the rear. He's not a duplicity guy."

"Gandalf went to us. He had a fierce argument with Thranduil. We couldn't reach an agreement on anything. We just quarreled."

Elrond looked at Aragorn with a worried face. He did bring all the elves under his command, but he was really uneasy about this battle.

"I always feel that Thranduil is a little bit cornered."

Aragorn's sudden words made Elrond look up and look at him seriously.

"Half-orcs and other races have always been sworn enemies. Only by doing our best to wipe them out of Middle-earth, can all creatures on Middle-earth live in peace and joy!"

Aragorn nodded with a wry smile, Elrond looked at him silently, he didn't know what he just said.

"Since it has been confirmed, we don't need to regret it. This battle is about the life and death of the human race and the elf race. We can no longer hesitate."

Aragorn patted his old father-in-law's shoulder, and his expression gradually became resolute. . .

In the early morning of the next day, the sound of the great trumpet resounded throughout Mina Tiris.

Rows of troops began to march towards the city gate, and Aragorn rode a tall horse and appeared in front of a group of Gondor soldiers.

The battle with Modo is about to begin. From now on, they will go directly to the wasteland and capture the Angor Kingdom directly. . .