Chapter 131 Dragon! Giant dragon!

Minas Tirith.

This majestic city is known as the greatest city in mankind. It was built in the Second Era. When viewed from a distance, it is covered with white buildings, so it is also called the White City.

The White City is a tiered city built on a mountain, backed by the White Mountains. In addition to the city walls on the ground, there are also layers of city walls and fortresses on the mountain, and the top is the royal palace of Gondor.
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What I have to say is that this is a majestic city that seems almost unbreakable.

But at this time, the atmosphere in the city was not so optimistic, and could even be considered extremely depressing. The soldiers standing on the city wall looked at the dust stirred up by footsteps in the distance, the dark army that could not be seen to the end, those pushing

The catapult troll, and the huge tower.

The drum beat was as heavy as their hearts, and the war that had been brewing for half a year finally came.

Burns is an ordinary Gondor soldier. In fact, half a year ago, he was a farmer. His parents, and even his ancestors, were all just farmers.

He once couldn't figure out what kind of war required someone like him to fight. His hand could hold a hoe, but he couldn't hold a long sword. In fact, he couldn't imagine how he could use this thing to kill.

He has had countless nightmares, dreaming of dying on the battlefield without any resistance.

"Stick to your post! Don't be afraid!"

There was a voice approaching from far away. It was the regent in his prime. Burns rarely got to see this important figure. The last time he met him was when he was just recruited into the army.

He watched the regent riding a horse on the city wall and giving orders loudly. He saw the strong man's face and the long sword in his hand pointing to the sky.

But Burns couldn't help but be afraid.

He has heard too many truths. For example, if he loses the war, his family will be slaughtered, his farmland will be trampled, his country will fall, and the whole world will fall into darkness. It is not that he cannot understand these.

But my body was shaking uncontrollably.

The Orc army was slowly advancing on the plain in front of the White City. There were so many that Burns had a hard time counting the number of Orcs. He felt that there must be no less than 50,000, and they were all wearing armor and fully armed.

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What's even more frightening is that there are terrifying ferocious beasts hovering in the sky. Their screams make Burns sweat all over his back, and he almost wants to cover his ears. And the figure sitting on top of the ferocious beast is

, Burns almost lost his grip on the sword after just one glance.

According to legend, they are Sauron's minions, a terrifying monster that can never be killed or defeated, the Nazgul.

Amidst the sound of drums and horns, Oak's army quickly advanced to the White City. Burns only felt a ringing in his ears, and then a rain of arrows shot out from behind and landed in the military formation under the city wall.<

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Many Oaks fell to the ground, but their footsteps did not stop at all, and even trampled the corpses of their kind into meat paste.

Burns shuddered.

"Aren't they afraid?"

He put himself in their shoes. If he were standing under the cover of those arrows, he would probably be so scared that he would squat on the ground.

But he soon realized this feeling. Oak's army assembled the trebuchet in an orderly manner. Amidst the crackling sound that was about to burst the eardrums, a huge stone was thrown towards the wall of White City.

There was a strong wind sound. Burns looked up and saw that the stone was almost as big as his own house, and it hit the city wall not far from him diagonally.

Then he saw many soldiers being crushed directly. The bricks of the city wall were scattered in all directions. There was a crisp sound from the helmet of a soldier standing next to him, and then his head tilted and fell to the ground.

The smell of blood poured into Burns's nostrils. He knew that the soldier was already dead. He was unlucky enough to be crushed to death by flying gravel. He didn't know whether the soldier was a farmer like himself or someone else.<

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He didn't know when he would die unexpectedly.

But there was no time to think about this. The shadows came over and the tall towers were pushed to the city wall. Burns could hear the cruel roars of the Orcs. The iron plate in front of the tower hit the city wall heavily, and a large number of

The Oaks roared and attacked along the iron plate towards the city wall.

"Enter the battle!"

Burns heard the roar of the soldiers next to him, and rushed towards the Oaks, trying hard to stop them, but his head was soon cut off, and more soldiers rushed up to form a human wall.

"Aren't they afraid of death?"

Burns was scared, but he knew he couldn't stand there any longer.

Maybe everyone will die and never have the chance to return to their hometown. There is not much difference between dying first and dying last.

So he roared, trying to cheer himself up, and then rushed towards the nearest Oak.

The Oak was dealing with another soldier's attack. Burns' sword penetrated the other soldier's back smoothly, and black blood spurted out. The smell made Burns want to vomit, but it also aroused him.

His hands suddenly stopped shaking, and all the messy thoughts in his mind were gone.

All that's left is chopping, stabbing, and sweeping.

The simplest military swordsmanship I have learned in these six months.

Burns couldn't notice the boulders and arrows flying overhead. He didn't even bother to count how many enemies were around him. He even forgot about defense and avoidance. In fact, no one present had the consciousness to evade. They just relied on

Fighting with the most primitive blood.

With good luck, he was still standing until the tower was finally knocked down. There were far fewer soldiers around him. Burns looked around and saw that the front wall of White City was in flames of war.

There was a heavy crashing sound below, and Burns looked over. Oaks were surrounding a huge, weird-shaped battering ram, hitting the gate of White City one after another.

"Hold the city gate!" Someone shouted with all his strength: "Hold it! You can't retreat!"

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There is no way to retreat. The upper city gates have long been closed tightly. The soldiers guarding the walls at each level must not leave their posts unless they die in battle.

At this time, Burns heard the sound of horns coming from the distance, which was the horn of Rohan. The overwhelming cavalry swept in from the side of White City. The charge of thousands of troops made people couldn't help but get excited.

This long-awaited ambush appeared when the Orc army could no longer retreat and deploy defenses. The advantage of cavalry over infantry was fully reflected in Rohan. They dispersed the Orc army with little hindrance.

Their military formations were charging and killing wantonly.

"There seems to be hope of victory!" Burns couldn't help but have this thought in his mind, and then he became uncontrollably excited. He saw that the Orcs on the city wall were quickly killed, and the siege towers were either burned or destroyed.

Knocked down by a boulder from a trebuchet.

The combination of Gondor's strong city and Rohan's cavalry has achieved remarkable results. Even though the number of Orcs is large, it seems to have slipped to a disadvantage.

Unfortunately, things are not that simple. The human camp is prepared, and Mordor's choice of time to send troops is not random. Seeing that the situation on the battlefield is about to change, suddenly there are heavy footsteps from the rear of the battlefield.

Those sounds made the walls of Baicheng, thousands of meters away, begin to shake.

Burns looked away, then stood there blankly.

Those are dozens of giant elephants.

With Burns's poor imagination, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that there were such huge creatures in the world. They were probably close to 20 meters tall, enough to look at the walls of White City.

The four elephant legs are like towering ancient trees, and the two thick tusks and the iron chains deliberately connected between the two tusks are enough to plow down all obstacles in front.

Rohan's cavalry suffered a devastating blow in front of the giant elephant.

What is desperate is that behind the giant elephant, there are tens of thousands of Haradh troops. They cut off the cavalry's retreat, and together with the Oaks surrounding the White City, completely cut off the hope of the battlefield.
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The ear-piercing screams sounded above his head, causing all the courage Burns had mustered to dissipate. He looked up and saw those ferocious beasts carrying the terrifying Ringwraiths wreaking havoc on the city walls.

He threw himself to the ground reflexively, avoiding the sharp claws of a ferocious beast. From the corner of his vision, he saw the soldier next to him being picked up, carried high into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground with a scream.

Fall.

"What should I do?" As soon as this thought came out, Burns realized that he had no choice. The swordsmanship he had learned and the sword in his hand had no threat to those ferocious beasts. He could only hope that he

You will not be targeted by ferocious beasts.

Unfortunately, his luck has apparently run out.

A ferocious beast stared at the poor farmer, stretched its neck to reveal its staggered and sharp fangs, and bit him directly.

Burns stretched out his sword with all his strength, but it obviously had no meaning, and was not even enough to stop the beast from moving.

He could already smell the stench from the beast's mouth, and he knew he was dead.

At this moment, a majestic and terrifying roar that he had never heard before came from the top.

Then, he saw the most incredible scene he had ever seen in his life.

A giant claw, covered with black scales, exuding an aura that makes people kneel to the ground, is like holding a chicken, holding the terrifying one that is enough to swallow oneself.

The beast is held together with the legendary Ringwraith sitting on top of the beast.

Then, the giant claws closed, and the smelly blood covered Burns' body like rain.

But he tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, looking at the shadow covering the entire city wall above, the dense and neat scales, the chest and abdomen shining with silvery white light, and the invisible wings.

"Vulnerable!"

He heard a thunderous sound coming from the mouth of the majestic creature.

"I will burn everything in front of me!"

In a daze, he also heard another subtle voice mixed in: "Talk less, do more!"

The shadow finally passed over Burns' head. He stumbled to his feet, his eyes following the mythical figure and unable to leave.

At the same time, he heard countless people shouting, roaring, and crying.

"Dragon! Giant dragon!"

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