Chapter 208: Victory

In the evening, with the sunset like blood, a cool breeze blew from the east, lowering the temperature by a few degrees.

And the stench of blood before the Black Gate seemed to have dissipated quite a bit.

But the sounds of battle cries, horse hooves, and clashing weapons still resounded through the sky.

This war to crusade against the Black Gate was in full swing.

After shaking off the interception by the Harad, Allen immediately ordered his cavalry to rout the Orcish archers who were firing incessantly.

These fellows had no power to fight back at all when facing the pursuit of the Dunedain.

Even though they wanted to draw the small daggers at their waists to resist the cavalry's assault, they quickly lost their ability to organize in the face of the cavalry's repeated charges.

The rest began to fight on their own, losing the ability to threaten the Gondor army.

After ordering the Dunedain Rangers to drive away the archers, Allen led the remaining few hundred Heavy Cavalry toward the west side of the Orcish army, which was the right flank of the Gondor soldiers.

Facing the dense crowd of enemies, Allen ordered his subordinates to form the wedge formation with the strongest impact.

Then, with himself and twenty Griffin Knights as the sharpest and hardest tip, they pierced through the Orcish formation amidst the flying horse hooves.

Any Orcish standing in their way was like fallen leaves blown up by the autumn wind, flying in all directions, and knocking over swathes of Orcish when they landed.

After charging out of the enemy formation, Allen and the Gondor Cavalry led by Adrahil soon converged together.

At this moment, the Prince's heir was in a wretched state; he led his cavalry to continuously support the left and right flanks of the entire army, which could be said to be running ragged for the safety of the center's flanks.

He dared not stop at all; if he were to stop, the center, still stubbornly resisting the enemy, would soon be surrounded by Orcish.

And in a situation where they were surrounded on all sides, the besieged Gondor soldiers would likely collapse in an instant.

Because there were many warriors in the military formation who were untrained militia; helping out behind the elites was fine.

One could not expect them to maintain the conviction of charging forward regardless of their lives while being surrounded.

Therefore, at such a critical moment, seeing Allen return to the center, Adrahil's face was full of immense joy.

Allen indeed had no leisure time to say anything to Adrahil; his Heavy Cavalry needed a short rest.

Even if the armored cavalry could persist, those horses, which were like bloodlines, also needed rest, otherwise they would likely fall to the ground and die during the charge.

And Allen himself nodded to Adrahil, directly passed the blue swan flag, and while riding at high speed, drew the Sapphire Rune Bow from his back and fired several arrows in succession at the Nazgul in the sky.

At this time, most of the Nazgul were riding Fell Beasts, circling above the Gondor army's command post.

This caused the pressure on Saruman, who had always been at ease, to increase sharply.

Do not look at the White Wizard as having an extremely smug face when he was clamoring in front of the Black Gate.

But when Sauron truly deployed an army several times his own and launched a fierce attack, Saruman was still shamefully afraid.

After returning from the Black Gate, due to fear in his heart, Saruman had been staying by Ecthelion's side, defending the center command post together with Cress, Aragorn, and Grim.

But soon, the Nazgul executing the decapitation tactic set their sights here, and the White Wizard had to bite the bullet and compete in Magic with the diving Nazgul.

Fortunately, Saruman, wearing the white robe, possessed power even greater than Gandalf.

The fireballs released from his white staff, as well as the controlling power that prevented the Fell Beasts from landing, indeed made the master of Orthanc stand out.

However, good times did not last long; the Nazgul who had originally attacked Sengel and Allen, seeing that they could not achieve effective results in a short time, cast their eyes one after another toward the center guarded by Saruman.

Who made the commanding Ecthelion unable to move at will; that flag representing the Kingdom of Gondor could not possibly leave its original position when the battle was intense.

That would likely represent the retreat of the Steward and Commander-in-Chief, which would have a huge impact on the soldiers still fighting.

And more and more Nazgul naturally made Saruman struggle to cope; the originally elegant White Wizard was now exceptionally wretched, his solemn and gray face was full of sweat, and his originally very smooth white hair had also become extremely messy.

And those Humans soldiers who were far away from the battlefield could only use the bows in their hands to provide cover, harassing the Fell Beasts flying in the sky.

Facing the Nazgul who were like monsters, their attack effects were extremely limited, and even Grim, who had transformed into a Giant Bear, could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything about the current situation.

The moment Allen rushed to the center, he sensed the crisis Saruman was facing and prepared to provide support immediately.

Even though he extremely disliked this two-faced guy, for the sake of victory in this battle, Allen could not watch the Nazgul act wantonly.

As several arrows flashing with blue light tore through the sky, two Fell Beasts circling in the sky suddenly let out extremely shrill screams.

That bone-chilling Magic made them unable to maintain their flight posture any longer, and amidst painful wails, they fell crookedly toward the Mountains of Shadow in the distance.

And Allen, having completed the shot, shouted to Zhuilieh, increasing the speed of the charge again, while his left hand emitted a strong light amidst flickering electricity.

This Chain Lightning, exchanged for with gems, had become increasingly powerful as Allen used it continuously, and its power had already exceeded the original by more than double.

Allen had not even expected that this spell from the Simulator actually had a proficiency setting.

When approaching the battlefield where the Nazgul and Saruman were competing, Allen released the Chain Lightning with its full power, and he aimed at the Witch-king of Angmar, who was wearing a steel crown.

Last time he let this hateful guy run away; this time he must make him taste the lightning.

"Boom—"

With the increase in power, the commotion caused by the release of the Chain Lightning became increasingly terrifying, and the white light flashing for an instant swept away all the darkness nearby.

The huge forked lightning flew in the blink of an eye onto the Witch-king of Angmar, who could not dodge in time; he indeed felt the familiar scorching aura and also wanted to run away immediately at this moment.

However, the controlling power from Saruman greatly reduced the reaction ability of the Witch-king of Angmar, letting this leader of the Nazgul take a solid hit of the Chain Lightning.

Amidst the dazzling light, shrill screams rang out one after another; that Chain Lightning, released by Allen with all his might, jumped repeatedly in the low altitude, causing huge damage to the Nazgul wearing black robes.

Even the huge Fell Beast was interrupted in its takeoff posture and fell heavily from the low altitude.

And the Nazgul riding them had also returned to their master's side long before the lightning attack.

These evil servants suffered great damage the moment they were electrocuted, and even their twisted souls felt extremely intense pain, a feeling they had not experienced for thousands of years.

And among them, the Witch-king of Angmar felt it the most deeply, because he was the primary target of the Chain Lightning attack.

However, as the Fell Beast fell, that lightning, which kept changing targets, darted onto the shocked Saruman in an instant.

After a painful howl, the White Wizard, who had been able to catch his breath slightly due to Allen's support, was now looking at the approaching Allen in disbelief, with an afro hairstyle emitting white smoke.

After receiving support, there was a huge doubt in Saruman's heart; he could not quite understand why this Human before him possessed such powerful strength in such a short time.

After being affected by the lightning, this doubt immediately turned into surprise, because this Magic brought obvious pain to his body, which was something an ordinary Human could absolutely not do.

In fact, this was indeed the case, because at this moment Saruman still possessed all his power.

Regardless of what kind of vicious thoughts he had in his heart, the White Wizard at this time was still the trusted messenger of the Valar, possessing power far greater than ordinary Humans.

If the White Wizard were given some time, he could also release lightning of such great power, but that would require being at the top of the tower of Orthanc.

It would also require a great deal of preparation; it is absolutely impossible to casually release such immense power in the middle of a cavalry charge.

Saruman stared intently at Allen, whose figure seemed to have become incomparably huge, as various conflicts between the two flashed through his mind.

Within that gaze full of surprise, a trace of fear gradually emerged, but it vanished without a trace very quickly.

The proud White Wizard in his heart did not allow himself to fear the human lord before him; Allen was merely an unremarkable human.

Even if he had learned powerful Magic from somewhere unknown, he was still just a human with a limited lifespan.

In fact, when Allen released the Chain Lightning, he had considered that his attack might affect Saruman, who was fighting the Nazgul, because he knew very well that lightning attacks do not distinguish between friend and foe.

However, Allen did not care; in his view, Saruman, being a Maia, could not possibly return to the Halls of Mandos just because of a weakened bolt of lightning.

If that were truly the case, perhaps it would even be a good thing, both for Middle-earth and for Saruman himself.

Because Maiar also have the privilege of being able to be resurrected.

Additionally, the two did indeed have some personal grievances to settle; while Saruman was still falling, Allen felt that collecting a little interest in advance should be harmless.

However, he was prepared to offer a superficial apology, as the two sides had not yet reached the point of a complete falling out.

Yet Saruman, affected by the lightning, merely glanced at Allen as he approached and left without saying a word.

Because fear is fear; the thoughts buried in one's heart will not be completely offset by any amount of pride.

For someone like Saruman, unless he could possess even greater power, it would be difficult for him to adopt a tough attitude in front of Allen at this moment.

Because this did not fit the personality of the White Wizard; avoidance, deception, and secret jealousy were his first choices.

To put it simply, he had chickened out and did not want to have a direct confrontation with Allen.

Saruman knew very well in his heart that he could not withstand that powerful bolt of lightning in any way.

But Saruman's strange behavior made Allen, who was preparing to apologize, feel a trace of surprise; he had even been prepared to have a verbal confrontation with the White Wizard.

It was just that this thought did not last for a very long time.

Because the incomparably heroic Rohirrim had already, under the leadership of Sengel, rushed toward the battlefield once again like a storm.

And their target was the Orcish army that had already circled behind Gondor.

In the current war situation, there was not much time left for Allen to ponder these unimportant matters.

After helping Saruman resolve the crisis before him, Allen turned his horse's head and returned to the side of Adrahil, took command of the Gondor Cavalry from the hands of the Prince's son, and charged toward the enemies who were continuously closing in.

The support from Rhovanion and Rohan to the Kingdom of Gondor could be described as very timely.

Because the situation in Gondor at this moment was very critical; although the Orcish, whose combat effectiveness was weak, had not broken through the human formation from the front.

Their massive numbers had already begun to surround them from all directions.

The first round of the charge led by Allen with the Heavy Cavalry effectively eased the situation on the right flank of the Kingdom of Gondor.

And the timely support of Sengel also interrupted the ambition of the Orcish to surround the Gondor soldiers.

As the two cavalry units continuously charged back and forth through the Orcish army, the scales of victory began to tilt toward the alliance of the Free Peoples.

The Swadian Knight, who were fighting the Black Scorpion, were the first to end the battle; although their numbers were several times fewer than the Haradrim before them.

Their fine equipment, which armed them from head to toe, and their characteristic of not knowing fatigue or pain, allowed the Lion Hunter Knight Order to suppress the enemies before them throughout the entire engagement.

The pitch-black, cruel Mace and the sharp, heavy two-handed swords could easily tear through the armor of most enemies.

Yet the Haradrim watched helplessly as their own attacks had no effect, because their Curved Blade simply could not pierce the armor on the enemies' bodies.

And the enemies before them seemed not to know what fear or death were; even when they were knocked off their Warhorse by the fearless Haradrim, their first reaction upon standing up was to kill the enemy.

Whatever pain brought about by bruises or falls seemed to be of no use to them at all.

Some people's arms had clearly appeared to have a strange distortion, but they still remained silent, knowing only how to brandish their weapons and slaughter the enemies surrounding them.

Entangled in battle with such an army, the Black Scorpion tribe suffered heavy casualties in a short period of time, with one-third of their men losing their combat effectiveness in the melee.

The most critical point was that after paying such huge casualties, the damage caused to the enemy was extremely limited.

The fully armed enemies opposite them showed no signs of fatigue at all, and not even one had appeared who had lost combat effectiveness.

Such a huge contrast caused the morale of the Haradrim to fall to the brink of collapse.

The leader of the Haradrim, who led the Black Scorpion tribe, looked at the battlefield before him with a ghost-seeing expression while surrounded by his subordinates.

He felt that the enemies he was fighting were not normal Humans at all, and the massive casualties of his subordinates also made him stop persisting and directly issue the order to retreat.

The advantage of Light Cavalry is that they can leave whenever they want; although the Swadian Knight could suppress the Haradrim on the front battlefield.

They had no way to deal with the fleeing enemies and could only watch helplessly as this Light Cavalry left their pursuit range.

But once they were free, they soon received new orders; the cavalrymen who dismounted from their horses issued short, sharp whistles to recall their Warhorse.

After a simple formation, nearly five hundred Swadian Knight once again lined up in a horizontal line and charged directly from behind the Orcish.

And the Swadian Knight whose horses could not move set out on foot, likewise charging toward the army of Mordor.

Facing the continuous charges of the three cavalry units, the Orcish army could no longer maintain its initial vigorous morale, and their troops were further divided into several parts by the continuously charging cavalry.

And with the help of their allies, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Gondor burst into cheers, and their once-shaken conviction became firm once again.

As time passed, the sun slowly set to the west of the Misty Mountains, and the evening glow reddened all the clouds in the sky.

And the Black Gate, which guarded Mordor, also quietly closed at some unknown time.

Although the Eye of Sauron, located at Barad-dur, was still staring at the battlefield at every moment, there was no longer cruelty or viciousness in its gaze, but rather more doubt and contemplation.

And before the sun completely lost its shadow, this battle that took place before the Black Gate ended at this moment.

The Easterlings, who had initially helped Sauron, had long since run off to the northeast, disappearing without a trace.

And the Haradrim, whom Sauron had used as his trump card, were beaten up by Allen's Knight Order and the Elf cavalry led by Lindir, eventually slinking away along the Ash Mountains toward the east.

And the Orcish army, numbering as many as seventy or eighty thousand, after suffering more than half casualties, finally broke free from that fanatical Magic and, amidst ghost-wailing and wolf-howling cries, fled back into the pitch-black caves on both sides of the Morannon.

In the process of their escape, they were once again subjected to the pursuit of the cavalry, and in the end, very few Orcish were able to escape back to Mordor.

Thus, there were no living enemies left on the Dagorlad outside the Black Gate.

And this battle finally ended with the victory of the Free Peoples.

Allen, who led his team back to the side of Ecthelion, sounded listless even when greeting him.

In order to achieve victory in this battle, he had already exhausted all his strength, and Sengel, Gandalf, Lindir, and the others who arrived one after another were in no better condition.

Besides these commanders who returned safely to the battlefield, there were countless soldiers who remained here forever.

But everyone present knew that after this great battle, peace was not far from them, and it would be a lasting peace.