Chapter 206: Trump Cards and Trump Cards

Warhorses neighed, the sound of hooves like thunder.

On the vast Dagorlad, nearly ten thousand cavalrymen about to engage in battle stirred up endless dust on this lifeless plain.

Combat between cavalry is bloody and cruel; victory, defeat, life, and death are often decided in an instant.

Sengel, riding Snowmane, gripped the spear in his hand with its fluttering green ribbon, the bright spearhead aimed at the armored enemy chieftain.

The eyes of the Prince of Rohan, filled with fury, locked onto the opponent's heart, swearing to strike him down from his horse.

Every descendant of Eorl has a longing to avenge their ancestors; to kill the leader of the Easterlings head-on on the battlefield, even if one were to die, would earn the qualification to join the ranks of the great ancestors.

Just at this moment, a vast, dark cloud in the sky pressed toward Sengel's direction, its momentum like lightning, its might like a mountain.

This immense pressure caused the singing of the Rohirrim to falter.

Once the dark cloud drew near, all the people of Rohan who had been staring fixedly at the sky could finally see clearly.

That was no dark cloud at all, but two Nazgul riding on Fell Beasts.

The two treacherous Ringwraiths chose the moment just before the two cavalry forces collided to strike the Rohirrim, to maximize the advantage for their allies.

What could be more effective than a surprise attack on the enemy King to cut down the royal banner?

Once Sengel, the Commander of Rohan, was dead, the leaderless Rohirrim would not know what price they would have to pay to gather for another decent charge.

The Eored, who were always guarding Sengel's side, sensed this crisis at the first moment.

They drew their bows one after another and shot toward the sky, yet the range of the short bows was truly limited; even if an arrow in flight luckily struck an enemy's mount, it was difficult to cause any effective damage.

The dense muscles of the Fell Beasts could easily withstand these mosquito-like attacks.

Watching the mountain-like Shadow draw closer and closer to Sengel, even the bright spear lost its luster.

Just at this moment, a beam of dazzling white light flew out from the top of a staff.

After a shrill wail, the cloud-like darkness dissipated by half, and one Nazgul circled away toward the sky.

Not only that, Gandalf, who was always by Sengel's side, hurled the Gramdring he held tightly toward the remaining black cloud with great force.

The longsword, emitting a faint blue glow, seemed as if held by a hand; flying at high speed, it bypassed the massive Fell Beast with a nimble posture and pierced straight toward the Nazgul sitting upon it.

And that evil existence, wrapped in black robes and staring at the target, had no time to react to such a high-speed attack before being pierced through the chest by Gramdring.

After a wail like that of a beast, only a pile of clothes remained on the back of the Fell Beast, while its master had vanished without a trace.

The Fell Beast, acting as a mount, sensed the disappearance of its master in an instant; terrified, it flapped its wings and left this dangerous place, then darted into the clouds and disappeared without a trace.

Gramdring, having succeeded in one strike, returned smoothly to its master's side amidst flickering light, held tightly by a sturdy and powerful hand, the White Gem on the hilt emitting a brilliant glow.

The retreat of the two Nazgul made the war songs of the Kingdom of Rohan ring out loudly once more; the high-spirited Rohirrim, brandishing the spears in their hands that shone like stars, clashed with the cavalry of the Easterling tribes.

The first to clash with the enemy was naturally the Second Marshal, leading the Eored.

It was just that Sengel's spear, aimed straight at the chieftain's heart, was still affected by the Nazgul and was knocked aside by a bronze-glowing metal Shield.

On that shield was engraved a vivid, fire-breathing dragon.

Sengel, whose strike had failed, also revealed the gold shield of the King of Rohan, forcefully batting away the Curved Blade the chieftain had slashed toward his back.

But the enemy the Prince of Rohan faced was by no means just the chieftain; with a flick of the spear in his hand, Sengel pierced an Easterling cavalryman off his horse, then changed the direction of the spear to pierce through the chest of the standard-bearer carrying the chieftain's royal banner.

With the fall of that black gold-dragon flag, the morale of the Easterling cavalry fighting the Rohirrim suffered a huge blow.

Their horsemanship was not as refined as that of the Rohirrim, and the various weapons in their hands were far less lethal than the spears held by the men of Rohan.

In the pursuit and slaughter of the enemy, they relied entirely on their greater numbers; in such a situation, the death of their leader naturally dealt a massive blow to them, and the situation for the Easterlings on the battlefield took a sharp turn for the worse.

However, Sengel knew in his heart that the chieftain had not lost his life in this clash, and soon the enemy's banner would be raised again.

Before that, he needed to gather the cavalry of the Kingdom of Rohan once more to clash with the enemy again; he could not let these Easterlings slip out of his control.

So, after charging out of the enemy formation, the Prince of Rohan began to shout loudly: "Descendants of Eorl, rally to me, rally to me, we shall strike again."

Sengel's command, following the shouts of the Eored beside him, began to spread across the entire plain.

Every Rohirrim who heard the order abandoned their pursuit of the enemy and rallied toward their Commander.

As Sengel expected, as the Rohirrim gathered, that black gold-dragon royal banner was raised once more.

The somewhat panicked Easterlings, upon seeing the royal banner of their own Commander, had their morale boosted again and rallied toward the flag.

At this moment, the cavalry battlefield, which had been filled with the deafening sounds of slaughter, suddenly fell silent, leaving only soldiers whose life or death was unknown, and countless warhorses that had lost their riders.

And at this time, amidst the thunderous sound of drums, a cavalry force with a military appearance far stronger than the Easterlings charged out from the opened Black Gate.

They charged out of that towering city wall in an endless stream.

Subsequently, this cavalry force, composed of red and yellow, quickly converged into two units.

The smaller cavalry unit, led by a flag with a black scorpion on a yellow background, charged toward the Rohirrim who were preparing to fight the Easterlings to the death once more.

The larger cavalry unit, led by a black snake on a red background, charged toward the cavalry force where the Humans and Elves had converged.

This was naturally the cavalry force led by Allen and Lindir; they were already running and were about to approach the Orcish archer unit.

This cavalry force belonged to the Haradrim, the very enemy that had been blocked in the Mogu'er Vale.

The incomparably cunning Sauron, upon discovering the intentions of the Free Peoples, could naturally not leave this force, which was capable of changing the situation of the war, in that valley unsuitable for human survival.

Instead, he immediately ordered his capable servant, the Witch-king of Angmar, to lead them to the Black Gate.

Originally, in Sauron's plan, this Haradrim cavalry should have arrived at the Black Gate long ago.

But the constant failures in Mordor filled the hearts of these evil humans with doubt.

Having come from afar in the south, intending to plunder the wealth of Gondor, they no longer wished to continue participating in the upcoming battles.

Especially since they had lost a great deal of time and energy at Osgiliath, and had also lost quite a few elite soldiers.

Yet their gains were infinitely close to zero.

But out of fear and worship of Sauron, they ultimately chose to faithfully execute the Dark Lord's orders; however, in this hesitation, the unit's march still wasted quite a bit of time.

When the reinforcements of Humans and Elves arrived at the Black Gate, this Haradrim cavalry was also resting on the south side of the Wudun valley.

And at this moment, as the war grew increasingly intense, they became the trump card for Sauron to overturn everything.

With the approach of that black scorpion, Sengel, who was preparing to clash with the Easterlings again, fell directly into the crisis of being caught in a pincer attack by the enemy.

Sengel made a prompt decision, ordering his cavalry to charge toward the Easterlings, for both his own men and the enemies opposite had already assumed their charging postures.

If he were to turn back to meet the enemy now, the entire unit would fall into an even greater crisis, and the Rohirrim, who viewed honor as their life, could never choose to flee.

Because their flight would leave the center army of the Kingdom of Gondor completely exposed to the enemy's fangs; once the center army, currently entangled with the enemy's main force, was struck, the scales of this war would tip completely toward Mordor.

The dire situation the Rohan cavalry faced at this moment indeed exceeded Allen's expectations, and his ability to observe the enemy forces, due to range limitations, had indeed failed to spot this group of Haradrim that had suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

In fact, the duel between the Rohan cavalry and the Easterlings was specifically requested by Sengel, and the reason was simple: no descendant of Eorl would ever pass up the chance to defeat Easterlings on the battlefield.

Allen, who had originally intended to deal with the Easterlings alongside the Elf cavalry, naturally understood this, for Eorl himself had perished in a war against the Easterlings.

In the end, he had no choice but to agree to Sengel's request, while choosing another, simpler task for himself.

That was to wait for the optimal moment when the main force of Mordor engaged the Gondor battle lines head-on, and Sengel led the Rohan cavalry to entangle the Easterlings.

At that time, Allen and Lindir's cavalry would circle to the rear of the Mordor army, relying on the heavy cavalry's formidable impact and the Elf cavalry's swift lethality to inflict massive damage upon the enemy.

By utilizing the advantage of having more cavalry to subject the enemy to a pincer attack from front and rear, they would secure victory in this battle in one stroke.

However, this plan had already declared bankruptcy by now; that cavalry unit led by the Black Serpent had already blocked Allen's path, and their numbers far exceeded those of his and Lindir's troops.

At this moment, the five Nazgul flying in the sky also moved in unison, diving down from time to time to help their own troops achieve victory.

If it were not for that battle in the Brown Lands, where Lady Galadriel, holding the Light of Earendil, had severely wounded two Ringwraiths.

Then the evil servants flying in the sky at this moment would likely be far more than five; there should have been seven.

Observing the battlefield situation, Allen, with his left hand bound with a Shield, released a blindingly fast bolt of lightning, forcing back the Witch-king of Angmar who was flying toward him; as the electric light flickered, it also dispersed several wraiths drifting in the air.

At this moment, Allen looked toward that evil Great Eye staring fixedly at him, even discerning a hint of smugness and cruelty within it.

If there were no other surprises, then the outcome of this battle was already beyond doubt for Sauron; he had already won.

The detestable Rohirrim had already been caught in a pincer attack by the Easterlings and Haradrim, and defeat was only a matter of time.

And the Kingdom of Gondor, which the Dark Lord hated most, was about to be surrounded by Orcish forces several times their own number.

Even though a blue swan Flag was charging back and forth on the battlefield at this moment, trying desperately to salvage the situation.

But facing the extremely vast numbers of Orcish, who were also fearless under the influence of Magic, there was little Adrahil could change.

And this cavalry unit of Allen and Lindir was also blocked by the Haradrim; although their strength was great, they could achieve ultimate victory when facing Haradrim more than double their own number.

However, that victory could definitely not be achieved in a short time.

Allen's sharp eyes, which far exceeded those of ordinary people, accurately and rapidly captured the flags constantly fluttering in the wind, while his heart was swiftly judging the current battlefield situation.

He prepared to bring out his final strength, that trump card he had been accumulating throughout the entire journey south.

At this moment, Sauron's heart was indeed smug, yet simultaneously filled with cruelty; he was already thinking about how to deal with those Humans who had resisted him for thousands of years after the war was won.

Of course, those detestable Elves would also not escape Sauron's schemes.

The Dark Lord had already made plans at this moment to immediately send troops to Eriador after this battle, to attack Lindon, which lay behind the Blue Mountains.

Especially Mithlond, which possessed the capability to sail the seas; Sauron naturally knew that a great many Elves had used the ships there to travel to the Undying Lands of Valinor.

He was naturally displeased by such things, but he was simply powerless to stop them.

Previously, because he had to deal with the alliance of Gondor and Rohan, and with the Woodland Elves and Durin's Dwarf blocking the north, he had never had the energy to "visit" his old friends.

Now, this battle, which was about to be won, could fully allow the Mordor army to cross the Aisenhe ford and enter directly into Eriador.

The Dark Lord had even imagined the moment he would reign supreme over the world.

How could this not make him smug?

However, behind the earthen slope behind the Easterling cavalry, a strange white light was flickering incessantly.

The troops engaged in fierce battle on the field naturally could not notice this, but Sauron, looking down from above, immediately noticed this abnormal phenomenon.

And the army that appeared from the white light filled the Dark Lord with inexplicable terror.

As an Ainur who had personally participated in the Music of the Creation, Mailong had only ever seen such power in the great might of Eru Ilúvatar.

In an instant, Sauron's gaze was filled with nothing but fear.