The riding and chopping simulator of the Lord of the Rings

Thousands of miles away in Mordor, the dark clouds are dark and there are many demonic shadows.

Sauron, who was busy at Mount Doom, stared intently at the body in front of him.

Ferocious, terrifying, evil, and dark, Sauron was satisfied with his new body. It took him more than half a year of effort and thousands of years of imagination.

Mortals would be frightened at just one glance, and even half-orcs would not be willing to face such a vicious appearance.

This is what Sauron likes. It has always been his long-cherished wish to rule the world with fear.

At this time, a weak phantom suddenly appeared next to the Lord of Mordor.

"Master, Dol Guldur has been captured by the enemy."

Holmrath's face appeared in the phantom, and the special power of the Nazgûl left a trace of his soul behind, allowing him to rush back to his master.

The fire that wanted to devour the soul lit up behind the ferocious mask. With a wave of his terrifyingly spiked right hand, Holmras's soul was absorbed into the Supreme Lord of the Rings.

Sauron did not care whether Dol Guldur would be captured by enemies. As long as the evil power he left behind when he built the castle still existed, no one could truly occupy that castle.

As long as the ring is still there, as long as his soul is still there, it will always be the territory of the Dark Lord.

"Ah~~~~"

The sharp screams started from Mount Doom and spread throughout Mordor. This sound heralded Sauron's true return. He no longer needed to play the role of Big Eye and was imprisoned in the Tower of Barad-dur in disguise.

Now, he will lead his army to step out of the Black Gate and take back the territory that once belonged to him. Gondor, Rohan, Eriador and even Rovanian, the entire Middle-earth used to be his territory. In the past, his Titles include Lord of the Earth and King of Men.

Countless orcs were awakened by the screams, and swarms of them rushed towards Barad-dur. The flames of Mount Doom also poured out, and countless weapons and equipment with malicious meanings were forged on it and distributed one by one. The evil minions gathered.

The Nazgûl, riding an evil monster, let out a cold and fierce scream, looming in the dark clouds over Mordor.

With their master's orders, they flew to all directions of Mordor, and when they came back, they would be an endless army.

The first person to feel that something was wrong was naturally Ecthelion, who lived on the top floor of the White City. Within a period of time, letters about the movements of Mordor came like snowflakes.

"The number of orcs near the Sunset Window suddenly increased." "An enemy patrol is watching Osgiliath." "There are enemy traces near Caer Andros." "It has been confirmed that Minas Ithil Already occupied by the enemy, it has become a devil's cave again."

Even after being reminded by Gandalf, Ecthelion was overwhelmed by all the news. At this time, he asked the two young people around him: "What do you think of the current news?"

The two young men are equally tall and handsome, with piercing eyes and a glow of confidence on their faces. If you look closely, they even have a slight resemblance. They are Denethor, the son of Ecthelion, and the one who transformed. Aragorn named Thorongil.

At this time, he was 32 years old, and his appearance was still different from when he was young. Neither Ecthelian nor Denethor, including other people in the White City, recognized Aragorn's identity.

"Father, the enemy has shown his edge. We should prepare for war, increase the number of Caer Andros and Osgilias, and prepare Pelargir's navy to deal with pirates."

Denethor, who has been reading various historical documents all year round, naturally knows what this scene in Mordor represents.

This means that Sauron has condensed his form, it means that the war has officially begun, and it also means that the orcs are preparing to invade.

Ecthelion's eyes showed admiration, and he agreed with his son's statement. Before the war, there would always be small groups of enemies trying to cross the Anduin River.

Those cruel and cunning orcs would invade human villages in the dead of night, steal everything they could, and burn what they couldn't take away.

It’s time to be more vigilant.

"Sir, I have arranged for people to send out the news of the decisive battle. I believe that the lords from all over the country will arrive soon."

Aragorn didn't give any advice on the current situation. Denethor had already said enough, but after thinking about it, he continued to add.

"Look, do you want to share the recent developments in Mordor with Lord Sengel of Rohan? According to Gandalf, the lords from the northern tribes should arrive there soon."

It was good advice, too, and Ecthelion admired the young man who suddenly appeared in Minas Tirith.

Handsome, brave, perseverant, hard-working, knowledgeable and far-sighted, he is almost as good as his own son.

"Yes, at such a critical moment, we should inform King Sengel and ask them to be more alert. Thorongir, I will leave this task to you."

Aragorn nodded and left without saying a word. He had been looking for an opportunity to leave Gondor. A war that affected the entire Middle-earth. Aragorn could not wait in Minas Tirith. He could have contributed. More power.

With Gondor's actions, the dark shadows became thicker and thicker in Ithilien, the land of the moon, and the dark clouds that had shrouded Mordor all year round spread to the east of the Anduin River like wild horses.

The sun can no longer protect this land, and even the star of hope flying among the dragons can't find a single crack in the thick dark clouds.

Endless armies of orcs slanted out of Mordor, and their figures were everywhere in the Black Gate, Minas Morgul, mountain paths, and dark tunnels.

The defense line that Gondor finally established in the eastern part of Osgiliath only lasted less than half a day in the face of the crazy evil minions, and was ruthlessly torn apart like pieces of paper.

The remaining army had no choice but to leave the corpses on the ground and retreat to the west. However, this time Mordor directly invested unprecedented power. Hundreds of trolls with iron rods in their hands howled and swarmed onto the bridge in the city of Osgiliath. , driving out of the city all the remaining soldiers that humans were preparing to resist here.

The Gondor defenders in charge of Caer Andros directly encountered an unprecedented disaster. A tall, ferocious body carrying unprecedented evil attacked them.

That was Sauron. His body like a black tower was a bit taller than a troll. A black shield covered with spikes in his hand looked like it would sting people's eyes. The hideous black hammer contained a hidden meaning. The flickering flames.

He crossed the ditch, and the rain of arrows could not hurt him at all. He approached the city wall, and even the powerful crossbows bought from the dwarves could not stop him. He approached the city gate.

"boom"

There was a loud noise like thunder, and the thick and iron-barred door shattered like glass in front of Sauron. Desperate laughter rumbled at this time. "Ha ha ha ha……"

Terror permeated the entire fortress in an instant. The Gondor defenders looked at the orc army like a black sea, screaming and shouting as they poured into the city. The despair in their eyes seemed to have turned into reality.

Screams were heard one after another under the dark clouds. Under the attack of waves of orcs, the castle was soon completely lost. Only a small number of defenders escaped from the bloody and cruel Kel'an without looking back. Delos.

In less than two months, things have deteriorated beyond control. Evil is about to cover the Pelennor Plains, and even the glory of the White City is cast into a shadow.

Sauron walked out of Osgiliath, which had completely fallen, and looked at Minas Tirith in the distance. With a wave of the black hammer in his hand, countless armies filed out of the ruins, and a large amount of supplies They were also pushed by slaves amidst the sound of whips, heading towards the White City along the road built by Gondor.

Half a month later, Minas Tirith was besieged. A large number of siege towers, ladders, and trebuchets were gradually built by ant-like orcs, as well as a siege ram that was enough to make people fear at a glance. , which was refined by Sauron after his master's weapon, and had extremely evil and terrifying power.

The gate of White City is made of steel, mithril and dwarf magic. The hammer in his hand alone is not enough to break through, so Sauron prepared something better.

Ecthelion's reaction was not unpleasant. After receiving news of the enemy's movements, he immediately sent out a messenger. However, before he could receive a reply, a large number of enemies had already begun to ravage the entire Pelennor Plain.

Dots of fire and streaks of black smoke represented the once-rich farms and orchards. A large number of displaced people fled to Minas Tirith, and countless people did not escape.

All this happened too fast. Ecthelion was still waiting for his allies to join together. In the blink of an eye, Sauron arrived first, and the reinforcements from the lords of Gondor were also delayed for some reason. Less than.

The darkness outside the city became thicker and thicker, and the orcs' scarlet eyes flickered in and out of the trenches getting closer and closer to the city wall. Ecthelion, who personally supervised the battle, looked at everything in front of him, and his heart became heavier and heavier.

There are only less than 4000 royal guards in the city, plus the hurried Lord Los Arnach, there are less than 7000 regular troops in total, plus the conscripted militia and those who spontaneously took up arms to defend. The total number of civilians in their homeland is just over [-].

If such a force wants to deal with the overwhelming Mordor, there is no possibility of success at all.
As the prime minister of Gondor, Ecthelion wanted to stand here and resist the enemy's attack together with the soldiers, and his grandson also refused the arrangement to leave and stood firmly by his father's side.

There was still hope for them, reinforcements were on the way.

Days like this continued until one cold morning.

A huge roar sounded in the air, and correspondingly, huge stones hit the solid wall of Baicheng.

The broken stones are carved with familiar and exquisite patterns, and it is even more obvious that they come from Osgiliath.

The dark army of Mordor approached the city wall of Minas Tirith amidst the terrifying loud noises from the trebuchets. The boundless orc army plus dozens of massive siege towers overwhelmed the city wall. The defenders on top showed a desperate look.

Such evil is impossible to resist, and it is impossible to defend the city wall with soldiers alone. This is a fatal battle, and the difference is only sooner or later.

Ecthelion prowled the walls, boosting the morale of the soldiers with impassioned words.

There are their relatives in the city, which is also their home. The orcs of Mordor have never been in the habit of treating captives well. Surrendering will only become miserable slaves, and even worse, they will even become food in their mouths.

The prestige of the prime minister's family and the belief in guarding their homeland stabilized the precarious morale on the city wall. When they learned that they had a supporting army, the radiance of hope appeared on their faces again.

Arrows as dense as raindrops knocked over enemy troops one after another. The trebuchets in the city also began to make a rumbling sound. After hitting the enemy, the round stone bullets rolled far away, driving out a path. A dark and filthy passage.

The dwarf crossbow fired like thunder, and each shot could cause huge damage to the huge troll, stopping the siege vehicle as tall as a spire and the terrifying battering ram in place.

This effectively slowed down the orcs' siege.

Sauron, who was looking at everything coldly from a distance, didn't care at all about the death of his men. He waved his hand, and another group of orcs mixed with tall trolls approached the city wall.

He will capture Gondor's most important Minas Tirith in this wave of attacks today and completely cut off its connection with Rohan. By then, he will have many ways to control other places.

Following the Dark Lord's will, countless orcs and a large number of trolls died on the road to Minas Tirith, and their corpses even filled the trenches hastily dug by the defenders.

At the cost of countless men's lives, Sauron's carefully prepared battering ram "Grund" also arrived under the city gate.

"Boom~~"

With a loud noise like thunder, the clouds in the sky seemed to be affected and rolled more violently. The entire city wall near the city gate was trembling. After the bright silver gate was hit by a huge attack, a deep hole appeared. The ground dented, but it still held firm.

The defenders near the city gate still resisted very tenaciously. Countless orcs died under the rocks and trees. The trolls who were attacked became so angry that they trampled to death any orcs who dared to block the way.

But soon someone would drag the corpses aside, and other orcs continued to take the position.

"Boom~~"

There was another loud noise, and the door was still strong. At this time, Sauron's body stepped on countless blood and fire and came to the front of the door. He stretched out his right hand wearing the Supreme Ring, and the ancient and evil language rang out.

"Boom"

The third loud bang sounded loudly due to Sauron's vicious spell and the fierce impact of "Grunde", and the door was blown into pieces at this time.

Whether it was the soldiers on the city wall or the elites guarding the city gate, they were all enveloped by a huge wave of fear. The bowstrings stopped ringing, and their faces were full of panic.

Countless black blood and corpses set off Sauron's tall and ferocious body, making him look evil and terrifying.

Thick smoke accompanied by blazing flames swept through the streets full of fear and despair. Sauron broke through the flames and pressed forward, and everyone who saw him fled in panic.

At this time, the siege tower had also been erected on the city wall, and countless Uruks wearing thick steel plates poured out and fought with the guards on the city wall.

The city is broken. (End of chapter)