Chapter 180: Dealing with the Situation

After the sun shifted a little toward the west, the desolate North River-lands became increasingly lively.

Fili led the Dwarf Cavalry, arriving here one step ahead of the Elves, and began a simple rest.

Before the Elf cavalry arrived, the scout cavalry sent out by Allen returned panting, bringing back news of the South River-lands.

Compared to the impassable North River-lands, the South River-lands further downstream were much better, though it could not be said there were fords where a large number of cavalry could gallop at will.

But as long as the troops were organized, half a day would be enough for these thousands of cavalry to cross several fords, traverse the increasingly wide great river, and enter within the sphere of influence of Rohan.

At this moment, Allen, who was talking with Fili, looked at the sun in the sky and knew that the time was already past noon.

He then communicated briefly with Fili and decided to send someone to deliver the news that the South River-lands were easier to cross to Cirdan.

The two of them intended to lead their respective subordinates to the South River-lands first to make preparations for crossing the river there.

Fili's suggestion was for the Dwarves to go over first to control the beachhead on the opposite side, and then the Humans and Elves would continue to cross; if enemies appeared on the other side, the Dwarves would be more formidable in fighting a positional battle.

Allen agreed with Fili's statement.

However, before Balun, who had received the order to deliver the message, could leave Allen's side, an Elf squad arrived before them first.

"What? An unknown number of Orcish armies have emerged from Mirkwood under the sun?"

Hearing this news, Allen subconsciously looked toward the direction of Dol Guldur, and afterward, his brows furrowed tightly.

At some unknown time, a mass of dark clouds began to brew over Mirkwood, and by now, it had grown to a size sufficient to cover the entire Brown Lands and was drifting toward the south.

Beneath the dark clouds, it was gloomy and dark, so much so that even sunlight could not penetrate; two evil and terrifying figures were looming and circling in the black clouds.

Because the distance between the two sides was too far, even with his vision that could see into the Unseen World, Allen could only barely see specks of gray-white in the clouds.

In fact, without needing to confirm it with his own eyes, Allen could guess that those must be two Nazgul riding Fell Beasts.

Allen knew that the road he was taking south would definitely not be easy, but he just hadn't expected such a grand scene.

However, the surprise arranged by Sauron was far more than this; armies composed of Uruk suddenly appeared on the desolate North Highlands and began to assemble on the west bank of the North River-lands.

They were all equipped with dark, heavy iron armor, holding crude and uneven war spears in their hands, plus a shoddily made Wooden Shield, on which a Lidless Eye was painted with red paint, indicating the identity of their master.

These Uruk marched with steady steps, and before long, they gathered into a massive military formation like dark clouds pressing down, facing the Humans and Dwarves across the river on the opposite bank.

This suddenly appearing army instantly alarmed the Humans and Dwarves resting on the west bank; the cavalrymen picked up their weapons one after another and mounted their Warhorses.

Under Allen's gaze, a gap slowly opened in the Uruk military formation, and from it appeared a tall, evil figure; his entire body was shrouded in a gloomy black robe, and a hideous and terrifying mask covered his head.

And what carried him was not a mortal horse, but more like a skeletal warhorse returned from hell; its figure was tall but its appearance was ugly, and its whole body was covered in heavy metal armor.

And red-black flames continuously spewed from the eyes and nostrils of the black monster horse; one look and it was known to be a creation of some Dark Magic.

Allen had originally thought that the person opposite was also a Nazgul, but he did not discover this person's figure in the Unseen World, so it was very clear that the leader opposite was a living person; looking at the tall figure opposite, it was most likely a Black Numenorean who had fallen into darkness.

This person was exactly the lieutenant of Barad-dur, the Mouth of Sauron.

This former Numenorean noble had long forgotten his own name and was even unwilling to recall his past; he worshipped Sauron extremely and regarded being the mouthpiece of the Dark Lord as the highest honor.

It was just that his voice was hoarse and shrill, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, yet it seemed to contain the power of terrifying darkness, making those who heard it fear involuntarily.

"You wet-behind-the-ears brat on the other side, you are now completely surrounded; struggling on your deathbed is nothing but a dead end. If you don't believe it, just look to the south."

Allen was naturally impossible to be affected by this little bit of magic power, and even most of the soldiers beside him did not have expressions of fear, only the more than one hundred Knight apprentices composed of Northern Men showed fear on their faces.

Ordinary Humans could not resist the power of Magic.

And Allen followed the words of the Mouth of Sauron and looked toward the south, his gaze becoming even more solemn.

In the south, there seemed to be countless black dots occupying the entire horizon, moving toward this side.

The speed was ridiculously fast, and the stamina seemed endless.

Those were an unknown number of Wargs.

"Ignorant and stinking brat, look at the situation of this land, do you feel the power of the Great Emperor Sauron? The Humans who once lived on this land still bowed and worshipped Lord Sauron. You, having only a few pieces of trash, claim to be a king; it is truly laughable. Originally, if you had stayed in the north obediently, Lord Sauron would not have bothered with you, but at this time you actually colluded with Elves and Dwarves, attempting to destroy the Great Lord's plan, then dying miserably is your only end."

Allen listened to the clamor coming from the opposite side without saying a word, having no intention of paying attention to the other party at all.

After recovering from the initial surprise, Allen had been thinking about a way to break the situation.

At this time, crossing the river was already an impossible thing; thousands of Uruk eyeing them covetously were blocking the river channel, and the risk was truly too great.

If the opposite side were weak and sun-fearing Snaga, Allen might have considered leading his personal guards to charge first.

Kill the stinking bug on the other side of the river who was spouting nonsense first, and then smash a path sufficient for passage for the cavalry behind him.

As long as he could cross the river safely, he could fully utilize the advantage of the cavalry to annihilate this wave of enemies on the desolate North Highlands.

But the opposite side were Uruk, Sauron's elite troops; their discipline and combat power were far beyond what Snaga could compare to. If Allen led people to charge over directly, the greatest possibility was being left behind and then dying there.

And continuing south from the Two Rivers, the first thing to face would be the countless Wargs; looking at the way they were running crazily, they must have been cast with some evil magic by Sauron.

Moreover, their figures were already getting closer and closer, and they would soon arrive before Allen's eyes.

Even if he broke through the blockade of the Wargs, further south were the Emyn Muil stretching for nearly a hundred kilometers; that place was not suitable for marching at all, and after bypassing the hills, it was the Dagorlad, which was right at Sauron's doorstep.

This road was simply impassable.

"Brat, don't say Lord Sauron didn't give you a chance. As long as you surrender obediently and kill that Durin spawn beside you, then I will not mind leading you into the Great Emperor's tolerant embrace. Not only that, Lord Sauron will also bestow upon you something that others dream of, a powerful Magic Ring. Ah~ what an enviable thing."

The Mouth of Sauron became more excited as he spoke; he was truly excited, and envy and jealousy were now filling his heart. Having served Sauron for several thousand years, the Mouth of Sauron had not obtained the qualification to possess a Ring.

Allen did not express anything about this, but instead silently calculated the distance between himself and the Mouth of Sauron, and his right hand hidden behind his back was already becoming brighter and brighter, and flickering with wisps of electric light.

He wanted to make an attempt.

"Brat, don't be ungrateful; this is already a great honor. If you are stubborn, you will die today.........."

"Crackle!"

With a soft sound, a blue-white forked lightning crossed the river of tens of meters, charging straight toward the Mouth of Sauron, and after flickering slightly, it struck the Mouth of Sauron who was spraying saliva.

"Ah~~~!!!"

The Black Numenorean struck by the lightning could not help but cry out in pain loudly; at the same time, he could no longer feel his own body, and what was transmitted to his brain was nothing but pain.

In fact, the Mouth of Sauron dared to stand on the opposite bank of the river and talk to Allen face-to-face because he had already made corresponding preparations. Proficient in Dark Magic, he had prepared several layers of protection, yet these protections did not completely resist the attack of the lightning.

Allen also knew that with the distance being so far, the power of the Chain Lightning he released would definitely be greatly weakened.

So after releasing the Magic, he stretched his arms without a word and pulled his Sapphire Rune Bow to its full draw.

Amidst the flickering blue light, an arrow imbued with the power of frost flew toward the Mouth of Sauron, who was convulsing wildly.

However, that strange black horse with fire erupting from its eyes and nostrils seemed unaffected by the lightning; it reared up and used its thick armor to block the Noldor arrow shot by Allen, the arrow simply lodging into the armor and unable to penetrate further.

Subsequently, under the power of the frost, the strange horse slowly turned into an ice sculpture covered in white frost, and the Mouth of Sauron was also knocked off the horse, being protected in the center by a large number of Uruk.

Allen could clearly see that although the flames in the strange horse's eyes were nearly extinguished, they ultimately flickered stubbornly; the Noldor arrow had not broken its defense, and relying solely on the Magic power contained within it was not enough to completely kill this evil monster.

In any case, his assassination attempt this time had failed, and thus the only hope of crossing the river was gone.

"Everyone, listen to my command, advance toward the north at full speed." Allen's bright voice echoed in the sky.

The reason he did not leave with his troops immediately after seeing the enemy was because the Humans and Dwarf Cavalry needed a little time to prepare for battle.

Allen also wanted to learn some information about Sauron from the trash talk coming from the other side, but unfortunately, it was all damn nonsense, not a single word of which was important.

At the same time, Allen also wanted to try whether he could cause chaos in the enemy troops by killing the Mouth of Sauron.

If the enemy fell into chaos due to the death of their leader, then there would still be hope of crossing the river.

Of course, Allen's assassination had already been declared a failure at this moment.

Then the only remaining choice was to join with Cirdan, and then choose the most suitable method from breaking out of the encirclement or a frontal decisive battle to defeat the enemy.

And the Mouth of Sauron, who had been shocked into speechlessness, finally recovered a little from the paralysis at this moment and regained control of his body.

Lying on the ground, he cursed Allen for being unappreciative in a babbling voice.

Before departing from Mordor, Sauron had indeed instructed him to recruit Allen as one of his own if possible.

Otherwise, the cunning and cruel Mouth of Sauron would never have taken this risk; his original mission was only to drive away the Rohan people in the North Highlands and then block the troops supporting Gondor from heading south.

This mission was actually very simple; the Horse-lords themselves did not live in the North Highlands, let alone here, even in East Emnet, there were not many Rohan people living for long, as this place was just a pasture.

And at this time, the Kingdom of Rohan could be said to be fighting on two fronts; after the scouts patrolling the grasslands reported the news of the enemy appearing in the east.

Lady Mowen, the wife of Sengel, very decisively gathered all the Rohan people in West Emnet, using the Entwash as a defensive focal point to resist the attack of the Orcish army.

After all, Sengel had taken away at least two-thirds of the Rohan soldiers, and the remaining one-third was simply unable to fight Mordor head-on.

However, the goal of the Mouth of Sauron was not there; his target was already under his gaze, moving further and further north, and regardless, his main mission could be considered complete.

And the rest was a matter for Holmras and Akhorahil, those two Nazgul.

Allen's guess was not wrong at all; circling and flying in the sky full of dark clouds were precisely two Ringwraiths riding Fell Beasts.

And the ability to release the dark clouds came from the Terror Statue held in the hand of the Blind Sorcerer, Akhorahil.

That was a treasure bestowed upon them by the Dark Lord, allowing the Snaga, who feared sunlight, to march normally during the day.

And the Orcish they brought out from Mordor this time numbered in the tens of thousands; a small portion were the disciplined and tall, strong Uruk, and the rest were the short, wretched, and chaotic, impulsive Snaga.

Among these Orcish, even the Snaga were equipped with simple armor and sharp weapons.

If possible, Sauron naturally also hoped to send elite Uruk to intercept this cavalry, but he did not have many days left before returning to Mordor, and the elite troops in his hands were limited.

Moreover, some had been consumed in previous battles with Gondor and Rohan, and what was handed over to these two Ringwraiths to command was already the majority of Mordor's power.

If any Hobbit at this time were wearing someone's exclusive Ring and wanted to run to Mount Doom for a stroll, it would probably be very easy.

Of course, on the frontal battlefield with Rohan and Gondor, Sauron could not rely entirely on the Variags and the Harad to fight; there were some unknown secrets that were still better handled by his own servants commanding the Orcish.

After all, what he needed was the fear and despair of living beings before death, the hatred and curses toward enemies; such power was very beneficial to his recovery and sufficient to repair his base, Barad-dur.

And any Human's death was death; what Sauron wanted was war, was corpses strewn across the field, was blood flowing like a river; as for whether those who died were his believers, his allies, or his enemies.

To Sauron, it made no difference at all.