Chapter 195: The End

The cavalry that appeared on the battlefield was a shock force composed of the heavy cavalry under Allen's command and the Dunedain Rangers.

Under the guidance of Adrahil, they finally arrived at this battlefield at the critical moment.

In fact, the troops of Allen and Cirdan arrived in the vicinity of Pelargir immediately after the reinforcements of Antonius joined the battlefield.

Although Cress's animal companion was very reluctant to approach the vicinity of Angmar, it still brought back some information about the battlefield.

After obtaining some intelligence, Cirdan and Allen, having communicated briefly, prepared to launch a pincer attack on the army of Angmar.

At that time, Angmar and the boundless Orcish were still standing in place without any movement, while on the local battlefield beneath the city walls, the Humans were gradually gaining the upper hand.

Allen and Cirdan still had some time to formulate a better battle plan.

However, the situation on the battlefield changed instantly with Angmar's full-force shriek; the Humans' situation became precarious once again, and flames even erupted within the city.

Allen could not bear to watch those heroic Human soldiers being killed by the Orcish amidst the enemy's evil Magic.

Nor did he want to have rushed here in such anxiety only to save a city that had been trampled by the Orcish.

Therefore, Allen decided not to wait for Cirdan's message, but instead, at the most critical moment, had Aragorn, who was by his side, sound the horn of the charge.

Leading the Griffin Riders beside him, he charged toward Angmar; at the same time, during the charge, Allen drew the Sapphire Rune Bow in his hand, aiming at the black horse beneath Angmar.

As the saying goes, to capture the bandits, first capture their leader; to shoot the man, first shoot his horse.

Angmar, who was advancing, keenly sensed this and subconsciously slowed the running speed of his giant black horse.

Angmar certainly recognized that silver-armored Human who was rapidly approaching him.

After all, the Nazgul could see each other's existence in the Unseen World, and Angmar had watched the entire process when Khamul disappeared.

As the leader of the Nazgul, Angmar knew that his form was very special and would not be killed by ordinary weapons or Humans.

But facing the existence that could make Khamul disappear, his heart was filled with unease at this moment.

Even after surviving for thousands of years, this bullying, sinister, and cunning dark servant still did not want to leave this world.

Angmar had not yet enjoyed enough of the pleasure brought by cruelty, and deep in his heart, he had always believed himself to be his master's most capable subordinate, who could not easily disappear.

Therefore, upon seeing Allen charging toward him and having already begun to prepare an attack, Angmar immediately turned his horse's head and ran toward his own army.

At this time, only by returning to his own troops and under the protection of nearly twenty thousand Orcish troops could he possibly find a chance to turn the situation around.

Angmar's heart was filled with fear, for he knew that if he were to become entangled with that Human here, there was a very high possibility that he would disappear.

He was not willing to leave this world in such a stifled manner like Khamul.

And just as Angmar was fleeing in a panic, thousands of Elf Cavalry appeared from the side and rear of the Orcish army.

Cirdan, who could have gone directly to the rear of the Orcish, made the same choice as Allen immediately upon hearing Angmar's shriek.

It was just that the cavalry unit he led was a bit further from the battlefield to avoid enemy detection, so they arrived a little later.

But after approaching the battlefield, they immediately charged toward the Orcish army, and during the charge, the Elves actually began to sing loudly.

The heroic and inspiring singing voice rang out across the entire battlefield.

Seeing this scene, Angmar had no choice but to adjust his escape direction again and ran toward the camp he had occupied.

At this moment, the commander of the Orcish had abandoned the battlefield before him, thinking only of saving his own life.

Those were thousands of Elf Cavalry, and that singing made the fear in his heart even more intense.

With the help of the Elf Horse, Allen had already approached Angmar, who was fleeing to the south.

In his gallop, he released the bowstring in his hand, and an arrow emitting a blue light quickly streaked across the deep night, flying toward Angmar.

Although Angmar only had thoughts of escape in his heart at this moment, this did not affect his perception of danger; or rather, Angmar in this state was even more sensitive to danger.

He was seen turning his body on the horse like a ghost, using the steel sword in his hand, which contained a hint of firelight, to smash away the arrow flickering with blue light.

Afterward, he immediately threw away the weapon in his hand, and a look of surprise appeared in his terrifying eyes.

Angmar had a certain amount of research into the power of frost; in the cruel and cold winter, he could even mobilize a portion of the power of the bitter cold.

But the chill that spread from the arrow to the steel sword was not under his command.

Having never seen this kind of power before, Angmar's escape speed became even faster, and in the process of fleeing, an ancient and unknown language appeared in his mouth.

The words contained power and evil, and they were carried to Allen's ears by the wind.

"I curse that detestable horse to lose its four hooves and die miserably in heart-wrenching pain."

With the sound of the words, Allen felt that the speed of the black horse beneath Angmar seemed to suddenly increase, while his own Elf Horse seemed to slow down.

No, Allen immediately realized that this was because of Angmar's curse; at this moment, an evil aura had entangled the Elf Horse, making its speed slower and slower.

Allen felt the pain and helplessness of his mount and immediately shared his own power with the Elf Horse; before long, that dark power was expelled, and the Elf Horse regained its health and its original speed.

But Angmar's figure also used this time to run further and further away.

Watching the enemy escape from his attack range, Allen could only helplessly lower the Sapphire Rune Bow in his hand.

But he did not give up on hunting down Angmar, and at this moment, no one came to tell Allen that Angmar had his own destiny.

Allen believed that since he could finish off Khamul, Angmar, who was also a Nazgul, should likewise be unable to withstand his power.

Moreover, the leader of the Nazgul, who was fleeing frantically ahead, confirmed this thought of his from the side.

In Allen's memory, besides being in such a sorry state before Glorfindel, Angmar had only been completely crushed once under the attack of Lady Galadriel.

If he could make Angmar disappear directly here, Sauron's strength would inevitably suffer a great loss, which would also be of great benefit to his future battles to counterattack Mordor.

Just like that, two figures, one black and one white, ran all the way south along the bank of the Anduin River; in the chase, the two of them had almost left all their subordinates behind.

Only the twenty Griffin Knights following behind Allen remained close to their King; the Griffin war beasts beneath them could barely cope with the current situation.

And Allen, chasing Angmar, was full of determination; he did not believe it—now the left side of the battlefield was the Anduin River, and ahead was the Sirith River.

Now that Angmar had no army to protect him, where else could he run?

Could it be that he would dare to jump into the Belegaer?

At this time, the Durin Dwarves led by Fili jumped directly off the small ponies and goats they were riding and charged on foot along the city walls of Pelargir toward those Uruk who were slaughtering Human warriors.

And the shock force under Allen's command and the Elf Cavalry led by Cirdan also charged into the Orcish army at this moment.

At this moment, the light cavalry under Allen's command and the Elf Cavalry led by Cirdan also charged into the Orcish army.

At this moment, fate seemed to have abandoned the Orcish on the field, as well as the Dark Lord who had held such high hopes for them.

Without a doubt, Sauron's plan to conquer Pelargir and use it as a breakthrough point had, at this very moment, declared total failure.

Not to mention how disappointed and furious Sauron, who was busy breeding more minions at this time, would be upon learning this news.

The Orcish currently facing the onslaught were filled with fear and bewilderment; they were caught in a pincer attack by the enemy's Cavalry, and the Witch-king of Angmar, who had been commanding them, had fled immediately upon seeing the enemy.

Facing such a dire battlefield, most of the Orcish had no idea what they should do, and could only rely on instinct to launch weak, ineffective attacks against the Cavalry charging toward them.

This posed no threat to the Cavalry, who were advancing valiantly amidst songs; those Orcish who resisted subconsciously either died under the impact of the horses or had their lives taken by weapons moving at high speed.

The more elite and disciplined Uruk, upon realizing they could not withstand the charge of the Humans and Elf, began an organized retreat.

However, facing the faster Cavalry, this was completely futile; they were driven to the banks of the Anduin River by the large force of Cavalry led by Cirdan.

For these filthy Orcish, perhaps being buried in the great river was a decent end.

Because there was no power of Morgoth in the river water, and under the purification of the Lord of the Waters Ulmo, their souls might find peace.

As for the dozens of Troll chasing Antonius, they were surrounded by a unit of Horse Archer personally led by Lindir.

In the years prior, these massive monsters would descend from the Ettenmoors from time to time.

Lindir had experience dealing with these giants.

Then, charging in even earlier than the Elf was Grim, who had transformed into a Giant Bear; during the charge, he also rescued Antonius and those Swan Knights, who had nearly been swept away by a great club, from the attacks of several Troll.

Because that scream from Angmar had caused all the nearby horses to lose control instantly; even Antonius and those Swan Knights could not manage their terrified steeds.

Having fallen from their horses, they could only rely on their own agility to barely maneuver against the Troll wielding great clubs.

Even wearing full Plate Armor, they were unwilling to endure such attacks; fortunately, help arrived while they were gasping for breath, otherwise, there would have been no way out but death.

Meanwhile, the Uruk beneath the city walls were dying continuously under the charge of the Dwarf; the Mertheim Deathsworn also contributed to this, as they were not professional Cavalry after all, and following the Dwarf who had dismounted was naturally a better choice.

The surviving Human soldiers, amidst the singing of the Elf, regained their determination to resist the enemy, picked up their weapons, and fought with the enemies beside them.

Thus, the Uruk, who were already at a disadvantage, quickly lost the strength to struggle in their death throes and all died at the hands of the Humans and Dwarf.

The gates of Pelargir also returned to the hands of the Humans, and the Orcish who had charged into the city were surrounded and slaughtered by the recovered Humans.

Berilach, who had been resisting the enemy's offensive from the very beginning, sat down on the city wall the moment he saw even the pirates on the river retreating into the distance.

He was too tired; beyond his body, it was a weariness of the soul, for there had been far too many accidents in this battle.

Especially at the moment the city gate was seized by the enemy, Berilach's heart had been filled with despair; with his resolute face, he had already prepared himself to die on the battlefield.

Fortunately, none of this happened; the reinforcements arrived fast enough and fiercely enough, changing the situation of this battle in an instant while dealing a devastating blow to the enemy.

But Berilach stood up from the ground immediately and began directing the soldiers to clear the battlefield.

As the Lord of Pelargir, the highest-ranking commander of the Gondor army, and the host of this place, Berilach had far too many things to attend to.

But the most important thing right now was for him to know who exactly had come to support them, and Adrahil, who was walking quickly toward him, should be able to provide the answer.

The heir to Dol Amroth had not come alone; beside him were a young boy and a middle-aged man with a faint scar on his face who nonetheless possessed a sense of approachability.

These two were naturally Aragorn and Malherbe.

As for Aragorn, who was still a boy, Allen had not allowed him to participate personally in the charge of the main Cavalry force, but instead entrusted him with the task of blowing the charge horn; clearly, he had completed this task quite well.

Adrahil, due to his physical condition, had also been arranged by Allen to the rear, along with the Swan Knights who had been "picked up" along the way.

During the rearguard mission, although a portion of the Swan Knights had died under the Curved Blade of the Wolf Rider, more had won their battles against the enemy; after all, they were the elite of the Dol Amroth personal guard and one of the strongest units in Gondor.

However, exhausted as they were, they had completely lost the ability to follow Adrahil north, and could only drag their weary bodies, leading their panting and sweating Warhorse, as they struggled forward on the South Road.

And then they were "picked up" by the army heading south.

At this moment, Adrahil, with an anxious look on his face, happened to see Berilach issuing orders after entering the city, and his heart sank instantly.

This young heir to the princedom had already realized that his father had likely met with an accident.

"My Lord, where is my father?"

Adrahil could not suppress the anxiety and panic in his heart at all, and upon meeting him, he immediately asked Berilach for news of his father.

A look of regret appeared on Berilach's resolute face as he said softly.

"Adrahil, Lord Angalimir has been injured; he is receiving treatment in the infirmary of the inner city. I still have matters to attend to right now, and I am sorry I cannot accompany you."

Upon hearing that his father was injured rather than having failed to break through, Adrahil's heart settled slightly.

But still anxious, he merely nodded to Berilach and immediately rushed toward the inner city.

Malherbe, who had heard all of this from the side, said softly in Aragorn's ear:

"Let's go take a look together."