Start with the Eye of Sauron

The short-legged argali carried a group of dwarves and jumped and ran towards the Poros River at an extremely fast speed. With the billowing smoke and dust, the coalition forces at the bottom of the city wall quickly saw the figures of the dwarves clearly.

The corners of Soros' mouth curled up slightly. He didn't ask Thorne to send troops to help. The dwarves came to support them because they found out the news by themselves.

"Speed ​​up the speed of the attack and kill the reinforcements that entered the city."

Soros immediately issued an order, and the defenders on the city wall moved quickly, and the coalition forces below began to be slowly repelled.

Caught on both sides, the coalition forces had to allocate part of their forces to stop the group of dwarves who were advancing, and most of the coalition forces continued to attack the city.

The battle situation gradually stabilized, and the two sides were at a stalemate again. Soros endured the pain in his body and stood quietly on the city wall, observing the battle situation.

The crossbow bolts of the elves could pierce the giant wolf, but they couldn't pierce Smaug's tough dragon scales. After the dark creatures attacked again, the number of dead dark creatures also slowly increased.

Facing the difficult enemies in front of him, Mu De was constantly adjusting the direction of the werewolf's charge. This time, the werewolf was really in a dangerous situation. For the first time, the enemy had a weapon that could directly kill him.

Under the leadership of the three major families of vampires, all the vampires are fighting hard. Above the sky, dark clouds still cover the entire blue sky, and heavy snow falls.

The dwarves quickly joined the battle, and the scene became completely chaotic.

Soros held an ordinary iron spear in his hand. This thing was made of alloy. After he had no weapon, he used it very casually.

Supported by an iron spear, Soros slowly walked down the city wall. He wanted to find a place to take a good rest.

The leadership of the dark creatures was handed over to Mude, and the leadership of the other defenders was handed over to Saruman.

As for Smaug and Balrog, play freely. . .

This battle lasted until dusk.

The respective losses of both sides reached a very huge number. At this time, most of the soldiers were exhausted.

The physique of the elves is very comparable to that of humans, but this kind of battle that puts all their attention on the battlefield, when Ming Jin retreats, they can all feel a deep sense of fatigue.

At the city gate that was breached, the coalition forces around Aragorn continued to decrease. Seeing that no reinforcements could enter through the city gate, Aragorn led the remaining soldiers and rushed out from the city gate again panting.

When rushing out of the city gate, he was hit by an arrow in his arm, and he twisted off the arrow and pulled it out. Aragorn endured the severe pain and ran towards the coalition army.

More than half of the dozen or so wooden bridges had been destroyed. After finally boarding the bridge, Aragorn withdrew back.

In the body, a strange energy quickly repaired the arrow wound. After less than an hour, the wound on Aragorn's arm had healed.

Shaking his injured arm slightly, Aragorn sighed and entered the camp that had just been built.

Beside the bonfire, a large number of coalition troops were lying here and there. After fighting for a whole day, when they relaxed, almost all of them collapsed and fell to the ground.

"The dwarves have lost a lot. They have entered the city and fought with those half-orcs."

"If this continues, will we have a chance of winning? We can't break down the city wall above the wasteland, so how can we break into Modo?"

Listening to the tired murmurs of the soldiers, Aragorn felt very uncomfortable. He took the freshly cooked broth and ate something simply.

"Now, the hope of possibly breaking into Modo is in my own hands."

Holding the long sword and gently pulling it out, Aragorn carefully looked at the long sword in his hand.

This long sword once cut off Sauron's right hand, prevented the attack of the demon king, and turned the whole Middle-earth into safety. Unfortunately, his ancestors could not resist the temptation of the Lord of the Rings and fell to death.

Perhaps, now, I am the only one who has the ability to kill that King Angor, Soros.

"Is this war really necessary?"

Aragorn sat quietly in front of the campfire, and the burning campfire in front of him gradually became blurred. . .

"Your Majesty, are you feeling better?"

Sensing that the energy of the Holy Spirit still remained in Soros' body, Saruman tried all his methods, but failed to eliminate this energy.

Looking at Soros's still calm face, Saruman took a few steps back and bowed deeply to Soros.

"My current body can no longer affect the situation of the battle. Sauron's energy has been exhausted, and he can't recover his body in a short time."

"The next big battle will depend on the hard power of both sides. Our Kingdom of Angor must go all out."

Soros gently massaged his temples. Right now, the elves and the human race are emptying out their homes, intending to eradicate the half-orcs in Modo, throwing himself and the magic ring on his body into the black volcano.

"The background of the elves is really terrifying. When everything is taken out, they can continue to level the battle."

Soros must admit that he underestimated the background of the elves and humans. Back then, the elves led an army to support Mina Tiris, but did not use the items in the family. Unexpectedly, what Azog did not encounter , I can bear it all.

The weapons forged by the elves were fully armed, even if an industrial revolution was launched in the Angor Kingdom of Soros, it was a tie and did not surpass them.

The weapons of the elves are indeed unusual.

"The losses on both sides were huge. We lost at least [-] orcs on the city wall, and [-]% of the werewolves and vampires. The coalition forces knocked out a large part of them, and we didn't count the exact number."

"They must not be feeling well, so they should worry about the next battle. If it drags on, it will be beneficial to Modo."

"Yes."

After reporting the basic battle situation to Soros, Saruman withdrew from the hall. He still had a lot of things to do. . .

Standing on the city wall, Gandalf looked at the camp of the coalition army in the distance, and a line of muddy old tears hung on his face.

"My old friend, what's the matter?"

Saruman smiled and walked to Gandalf's side, looking at the old friend who was crying silently, he handed over a handkerchief.

Gandalf took a deep breath and sighed.

"Some things can really be avoided..."