Infinite Movie World

Chapter 1833 Support is coming
Aragorn shouted in a deep voice: "Surrender to me and obey my orders!"

The undead king looked at the holy sword of Nasir in Aragorn's hand, and fell to his knees involuntarily.

"Yes, great heir of the emperor, we are willing to submit to you."

"But...we have a small request."

Aragorn said coldly: "Say!"

The undead king said cautiously: "Thousands of years ago, we betrayed your ancestor, Your Majesty Isildur, and as a result, we were all cursed. Now we can't even die, and we suffer from the burning pain of our soul every day... If we help you fight, can you lift our curse and let us rest in peace?"

Jinli said in a low voice: "Don't promise him, these people are treacherous!"

Aragorn thought for a while and said in a deep voice, "Okay, King of the Undead, as long as you help me save Baicheng, I will lift your curse and let you rest in peace."

The expression of the undead king immediately became excited, "Thank you, great emperor! Now, I and all my undead troops belong to you! Please give orders!"

Then Aragorn said: "Come with me! Immediately!"

"Yes!"

Aragorn turned around and rushed out of Ding Fu Kingdom, and the army of undead followed him closely!

Day 2 morning.

The orc attack on the White City continued.

Dozens of giant mammoths continued to attack the walls of Baicheng.

Although the city wall of Baicheng is very strong, under such continuous impact, the cracks on the wall are getting bigger and bigger.

The guards of Baicheng kept shooting arrows at the giant mammoth.

These giant mammoths have rough skin and thick flesh, and ordinary bows and arrows can't penetrate their skin at all!
Although several giant mammoths were shot down by such crazy archery, the cracks in the walls of Baicheng have become more and more obvious, and it is difficult to repair them in a short time.

If things go on like this, the entire city wall of Baicheng may only last until dusk at most.

And this is actually pretty good.

After all, Faramir has already destroyed most of the catapults. If those catapults have not been destroyed, it is estimated that the entire White City will be destroyed before noon.

Seeing that the orcs' offensive became more and more fierce, Gandalf rushed to the front line himself, constantly using his magic to prevent the impact of the giant mammoth.

This did have some effect, but the effect was not obvious.

"Damn! We need reinforcements!"

Gandalf frowned and shouted loudly: "Why haven't Aragorn come yet? Besides! Where's Faramir?"

A knight replied: "Last night, Lord Faramir led a group of knights and left through the back door!"

"What?" Gandalf was taken aback for a moment.

The guard next to him said loudly, "Lord Faramir must have abandoned us! He knew that the White City would not be able to defend it, so he took his knights and fled!"

Gandalf said in a deep voice: "Shut up! Don't deceive the public! Faramir is my student, I know him well, and I know he is definitely not that kind of person."

The guards immediately shut up.

However, his heart was still full of despair.

Even the coach guarding the city has already run away, so what's the point of them continuing to fight?

Gandalf said loudly: "Keep fighting, everyone! It won't be long before Aragorn and Theoden will come to support us! We must last until then!"

"Yes!" The guards could only continue fighting.

The battle continued for more than two hours, and the cracks in the walls of Baicheng became bigger.

And at this moment, Theoden charged from the flank with his army.

As the king, Theoden rushed to the front, and the soldiers behind him were also extremely brave.

Only this one impact dispersed the orc army.

The half-orc troops were thrown into disarray. In this chaos, Gandalf ordered his subordinates to be unable to launch a counterattack.

The two troops joined forces to besiege, and in less than 10 minutes, tens of thousands of orc troops were beheaded!

The half-orc troops immediately retracted their formation, retreated two kilometers, and then regrouped.

Hilton continued to pursue with his army, and the two sides fought desperately on the open plain.

At this time, seven or eight cavalry escorted Faramir, who was seriously injured, and rushed out of the dense forest next to him.

Hilton immediately directed reinforcements to respond.

Under the support of reinforcements, the seriously injured Faramir was escorted back to White City.

Seeing Faramir, Gandalf hastily poured a healing magic into Faramir.

Although he is a white-robed archmage, he can use many kinds of spells, but as for spells, he is not his strong point, and he can only make Faramir less painful.

Faramir slightly opened his eyes, and grinned with difficulty, "Teacher, I'm back... I'm sorry."

Gandalf nodded slightly, "You are seriously injured, don't talk yet."

The knight next to him said: "We are not running away. Lord Farabier led us to destroy the enemy's catapult. Otherwise, the entire White City would have fallen by now."

Only then did the surrounding guards know that they looked at Faramir with reverence.

Gandalf said: "Falamir's injury is a bit serious. I'm afraid only Lord Dragon Slayer can save him. You carry him to the meeting hall first. Now I will cooperate with King Theoden to attack the orc army!"

"Yes!"

"Open the gates!"

"All attack!"

Gandalf led tens of thousands of White City guards, rushed out of White City quickly, and gathered with Theoden who came to rescue.

Although their combined strength is less than half of the half-orc army, they know that this joint attack will be their best chance. If they can wipe out all the half-orc troops in one wave, that is naturally the best However.

If they couldn't be wiped out directly, at least they had to fight back the half-orc troops and buy Baicheng another day or two.

When Gandalf struck out, the knights carried Faramir, badly wounded, into the council chamber.

When De Naiser saw it, his expression became very ugly.

"Falamir? Is he dead?"

"No, Prime Minister, Faramir is not dead yet, he was only seriously injured." The knight quickly explained.

Seeing Faramir covered in blood, Denethor immediately thought of his dead son Boromir.

His originally broken spirit collapsed again.

"My sons are dead! My sons are already dead!"

De Naiser yelled frantically: "We lost! It is impossible for us to defeat Sauron, the mighty Demon Lord! We lose, we lose! Run away! Everyone! Run away, everyone! Don't do it!" Useless fighting and resistance!"

(End of this chapter)