Start with the Eye of Sauron

From dawn to noon, the coalition forces broke through the city gate again and poured into the back of the city wall.

The trolls kept blocking the way of the coalition forces, and Soros rode a horse and joined the battle.

Soros's current combat power has fallen back to when he was at full strength, and the injuries on his body are far from healed, and he has no way to use his real strength.

Fireballs from time to time hit the surrounding coalition forces entering the city, and Soros, accompanied by the defenders beside him, rushed into the enemy formation.

"The dwarves in the mountains will never forget your kindness. We will do our best in this battle."

Riding the short-legged argali, Soros killed the coalition forces surrounding Soros. Soros split an elf with a two-handed sword, and smiled at Soros.

"Dwarves, let's charge out and give these bastards some color!"

Sorin shouted loudly. When he rushed into the coalition formation, the dwarves had already lost [-]%. With the spirit of trying to wipe out all the people in his hands, Sorin let all the dwarves join the battle circle without hesitation.

Battles are still going on above the city wall. Legolas has already boarded the city and is constantly cleaning up the orcs and orcs.

Saruman gave him a cold look, and when he saw Legolas rushing back and forth on the city wall, Saruman walked over and shot him down under the city wall with magic.

Legolas on the city wall fell straight down, and the weightlessness made him reach out and grab.

The imaginary heavy landing did not appear, and a ranger on a horse directly caught him.

When catching Legolas, Aragorn's horse bent its legs so hard that it almost broke its leg bones.

"Be careful, prince of the elves."

Legolas was thrown casually by Aragorn, and landed lightly on the ground. After giving Aragorn a thumbs up, Legolas dodged a few arrows and drew his longbow to fight back.

The continuous crossbows on the city wall were robbed from time to time, and the coalition forces were already engaged in the battle of climbing the wall.Hundreds of ladders were full of people, and above the city wall, the allied forces and defenders drew their swords and slashed at each other.

Soros came outside the city wall and threw a few spells at the ladders. He covered his numb chest with one hand, and continuously released spells with the other hand to provide more support for his own people.

On the battlefield, Thranduil saw Soros charging in front of him, his eyes were red, and he drew his long sword.

The handsome white horse carried his master on its back, and rushed towards the horse as black as fine carbon. While charging, Thranduil roared, and the elf sword in his hand reflected the light , like a light stick.

"Despicable thief, die!"

Soros seldom raised his right hand. Thranduil would never let go of this opportunity to slay the enemy with his own hands. He raised his long sword high and slashed at Soros who came before him.

"You want to kill me that much?"

Soros raised his right hand, and slashed the alloy two-handed sword obliquely, almost cutting the horse's long neck, and colliding with Thranduil's long sword above.

A huge force was transmitted from Thranduil's arm, his mouth burst open, and blood continued to overflow from his hand.

Looking at Soros in shock, Thranduil felt a pang of regret.

A tiger has lost its claws, but it is still a tiger, which cannot be compared with his mortals.

Being targeted by Thranduil again and again, Soros was furious. He knew that Thranduil contributed a lot to this huge struggle. Countless creatures died because of his decision. .

"Don't run away, leave your life to me!"

With an air cannon, the three elves surrounding him were instantly knocked into the air. Soros rode a horse and chased after Thranduil.

Thranduil did not try to be brave, he urged the horse under his crotch, and quickly moved away from Soros.

Although the horse is a BMW, it is not as good as the elf king's mount, and the distance between Soros and Thranduil is gradually widening.

Soros raised his right hand, and a small fireball shot from his hand, hitting Thranduil's mount right under the feet.

The steed neighed quickly, and fell to the snow. Thranduil above was directly thrown down. Soros, who was not far away, had already arrived at Thranduil's side in an instant.

"Don't hurt my father!"

Legolas held the longbow tightly in his hand, and shouted loudly, Soros turned around, and Legolas was holding the longbow, facing him firmly.

Throwing a Frostbolt in the opposite direction, Soros turned to Thranduil again, raised the two-handed sword in his hand, and slashed towards him.

Legolas was stabbed by the sudden ice arrow and fell on the snow. His limbs felt numb, and he struggled for a long time before raising his head.

Just in time, I saw the scene where the two-handed sword in Soros' hands fell.

A sense of despair rose in his heart, however, this sword did not directly kill Thranduil, a long sword firmly caught the two-handed sword that Soros dropped.

"Aragorn?"

Looking at Aragorn in front of him, for some reason, Soros felt a strong sense of fear in his heart, shaking uncontrollably all over his body.

It's not that he's scared, it's that something in him is scared.

Sauron was deeply afraid of Aragorn in front of him.

He has the ability to kill himself!

"King Soros, you can't kill him."

Aragorn said with a blank face, and with a flick of the long sword in his hand, Soros's two-handed sword was deflected in one direction, and the two sides were directly separated by a distance of four or five meters.

Thranduil scrambled and ran to the side of his mount, kicked on the stirrups, and rubbed a few times before getting on the horse.

In the winter, he was already covered in cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water. If it wasn't for Aragorn's sword just now, he would have gone directly to see God now.

"Why is this smell so familiar?"

The two-handed sword in Soros' hands was already slippery from the sweat in his hands. He stared closely at Aragorn in front of him. The wound on his body, the pain broke out again, and he had to let himself back slowly.

"You didn't completely kill the Holy Spirit, he has already attached to me."

In Aragorn's eyes, a gleam of light gushed out, and Soros' heartbeat slowed down by half a beat. The horse under him was so powerful that he stepped back several steps in a row.

"Kill the Holy Spirit, and I will reward you with the last thing, that thing, that can truly remove all obstacles."

Recalling the system's prompt, Soros's scalp felt numb. He thought he had killed the Holy Spirit, but he ignored it. He didn't receive the system's prompt.

Aragorn in front of him is probably the saddest level in Middle-earth. . .