Chapter 304

As Allen signed one order after another, one team of messengers after another rode fast horses out of Fislate.

The entire Rhovanion became lively because of this.

Soldiers from Grunwalder went down the river.

While the soldiers of the Horse Pasture Village came to report, they also led large groups of horses.

Teams of soldiers gathered in the camp outside Fislate city as time passed.

Even the residents near the town already knew that war was near. The training that used to be once every half month was now changed to twice a week.

One of them was to conduct joint training with troops from other places, and even the food during training was much better.

Alayen also rushed over with soldiers from Heidelberg.

Allen needed a subordinate with experience in commanding large-scale battles to assist him. Once the war started, he might need to have a one-on-one duel directly with Sauron, and the soldiers still needed an experienced and prestigious general.

Fatis would control the forces of Dale and Long Lake Town, constantly guarding the Redwater River area to prevent the Easterlings from besieging Wei to save Zhao.

Moreover, Allen's newly accepted Easterling little brother, Baal, got along well with Fatis at the border. Pulling Fatis away from there might be counterproductive.

As time passed day by day, more and more troops gathered in Fislate. Camps of various colors stretched endlessly, and weapons and equipment in the armory were also pulled away car by car.

Dozens of days passed quietly. It was the Month of Sun, and the troops Allen ordered to summon had basically arrived.

He planned to take all fifteen hundred Heavy Infantry and one thousand Archers. He would only take one hundred Light Cavalry to facilitate the transmission of information during marching or combat.

The rest would be left to Yamila together with the Noldor Female Rangers to deal with other situations that might arise in the territory.

Allen summoned a total of over six thousand Conscripts, almost emptying the young men of Rhovanion.

However, Allen would only take four thousand, and the remaining two thousand plus would also stay in Rhovanion.

Although Dol Guldur would be destroyed in the first instance and the power of the Silmaril would be used to completely purify the dark power there, Allen's territory was now a bit too large, unlike before when everyone could be moved into the town for defense.

Leaving more soldiers was inevitable.

Even so, the army Allen took to fight Sauron was already an extremely strong force.

Fifteen hundred Heavy Infantry, all wearing Noldor Rune Armor with extremely high defensive power, matched with teardrop-shaped Noldor magic shields and maces with explosive damage, were enough to suppress Mordor's Orc army that wore steel plates on their bodies on the battlefield.

Moreover, Allen also equipped each of them with 5 javelins, which could also burst out a round of output before engaging in battle.

However, the weight of such equipment, even if it came from the Noldor Elves, was quite terrifying. To solve this problem, Allen configured a carriage for each squad to facilitate their marching.

One thousand Archers wore Green Leaf Armor, and the longbows in their hands all came from the Woodland Realm. It could be said that in these twenty or thirty years, Allen was Thranduil's largest weapons purchaser.

Allen also uniformly changed the equipment of the Conscripts to Green Leaf Armor. Part of it was forged by Rhovanion's own blacksmiths and Dwarves, and part of it became an order from the Lonely Mountain.

Weapons were still mainly long spears. For Conscripts without much training time, one inch longer really meant one inch stronger.

However, a considerable number of Conscripts came from forest residents. The tradition of hunting in the past allowed them to retain the skill of archery, and the heavy cedar longbow was the most commonly used bow and arrow.

However, Allen only allowed each of them to carry five arrows on their bodies. After all, Conscripts were still mainly melee, and carrying too many bows and arrows would only aggravate the consumption of their physical strength.

When all preparations were ready, Allen waved his hand and led his personal guards to walk toward Lothlorien first, followed by a silver radiance stretching for several kilometers.

That was the soldiers' armor reflecting the sunlight. Countless flags fluttered in the wind, and spears like a forest pointed obliquely at the sky, flashing with a sharp edge that made people shudder.

Residents along the way took off their hats to salute the King at the front of the team, and then watched this mighty army gradually move away until their silver-shining figures were no longer in sight.

Everyone had received orders from the King and understood that this war was for long-term peace in the future.

Even if they understood the cruelty of war, even if they were reluctant to let their relatives leave, they would still follow His Majesty's command and step onto the battlefield once again.

Along the roads already built by Rhovanion, the army went down all the way and arrived near Lothlorien after more than half a month.

The fleet carrying a large amount of supplies went down the river, cooperating with the speed of the army.

The time Allen spent developing river transport was too short, and the things to do were very complicated. He was really unable to build a fleet that could transport nearly six thousand people, but transporting supplies was no problem.

And this fleet would follow the army to the North Highlands area of Rohan, and then return from there, returning to Fislate to transport the second batch of supplies.

Heaven knows how long this war will be fought. Sauron is not headstrong at all, and he often shrinks in the Black Gate or Barad-dur like a turtle, not coming out for years.

Preparing more supplies is good.

After Rhovanion's army was stationed near Lothlorien, the Dwarf troops with the color of steel also appeared on the opposite bank of the Anduin River.

Fili brought one thousand Heavy Infantry and three hundred Goat Cavalry. These years, the Dwarf troops had been in a state of constant consumption. This was already the greatest sincerity of Durin's Folk.

Legolas also entered Allen's camp alone a few days later. He was not going to participate in this war alone.

His father, son of Oropher, King of the Wood Elves, had already approached Dol Guldur with fifteen hundred Wood Elves. Once the battle started, they would join the battlefield at the fastest speed.

Finally, before the deadline arrived, Lord Elrond brought his sons and eight hundred Elves from Rivendell to Rhovanion.

In the past ten years or so, some Elves could not bear the environment of Middle-earth and took ships to Valinor. At this rate, in less than a hundred years, Rivendell would no longer have the radiance of Elves shining.

Everyone waited until the last day, and the Elves of Lindon did not appear. Elrond was also vague, only saying that Lord Cirdan was not unwilling to participate in this war, but was waiting for a suitable opportunity.

No matter when the suitable opportunity was, everyone would not delay a moment here. The army like clouds cleared the Orcs near Dol Guldur with the momentum of thunder. These guys hid in the forest, peeking at the movements of the army.

As the newly appointed adjutant of Sauron, Holmras had been guarding Dol Guldur for nearly twenty years. Although he did not have enough strength to cause any major harm to the humans and Elves of Rhovanion.

But he also knew that as long as he stayed here for one day, he could make the master's opponents uncomfortable for one day.

When Allen's army just approached the radiation range of Dol Guldur, Holmras had already noticed the seriousness of the situation and used extraordinary means to report this matter to the Lord of Mordor.

But the news was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no reply at all.

Anxiety, unease, and panic began to appear in Holmras's heart. He kept sending out scouts, but the results were always surprisingly similar, that is, nothing.

The Orcs sent out would disappear quickly in the forest as soon as they stepped out of Dol Guldur, as if those trees covered with spider webs already had their own lives and fed on Orcs.

Until one day, Holmras saw on the spire of Dol Guldur that a boundless army of humans, Elves, and Dwarves walked out of the forest and surrounded the fortress under his feet tightly.

Terrified, he knew very well that relying only on the strength in his hands, he could not resist such a powerful force. In an instant, he wanted to ride a ferocious beast to escape from here.

When the ferocious beast just started to flap its wings, a figure shining with white light all over descended on Holmras's head like a scorching sun.

The sound of thunder rumbled at this moment. Holmras only felt a heat wave enough to scorch his soul coming from the top of his head, and then he knew nothing.

At this moment, even the beast under him was smoking all over, emitting bursts of foul odor.

The white flame dissipated, and Allen's figure was revealed. He stood at the highest point of Dol Guldur, pouring the Qi in his body into the Silmaril in his hand frantically, and then held the Silmaril, which had turned into a white ball of light, high up.

A white flame ball like substance centered on Allen and spread to the surroundings. The Silmaril absorbed the light in Allen's body that could clear the darkness and gave back even more powerful radiance.

That power was enough to clear the dark clouds covering Dol Guldur and the darkness hidden in the dungeons and walls.

As the Qi in Allen's body became less and less, the radiance returned by the Silmaril became more and more prosperous. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, the volume of the ball of light had grown to be like the sun. This light was colorful and brilliant but not dazzling, and even looked a bit gentle.

But the Orcs hiding in the depths of Dol Guldur felt that their souls seemed to be facing hot lava. They looked panicked and ran out of their hiding places in fear, drilling into the jungle in a panic, and then died in the hands of the Elves who had been waiting for a long time.

And those dark minions who were forced into a dead end and could not escape the castle could only watch in despair as the ball of light with rolling heat waves approached, and then burned their souls twisted by dark power to ashes.

With bursts of miserable screams, this darkness that had occupied Dol Guldur for thousands of years disappeared.

After the radiance emitted by the Silmaril illuminated every inch of Dol Guldur, the Qi in Allen's body was almost exhausted and reached the limit.

As the light suddenly dimmed, the ball of light that covered the sky disappeared without a trace, and Allen, whose body was already soaked with sweat, sat on the ground with a thud.

"This thing is easy to use, but if you use it too much, I'm afraid it's easy to damage your lifespan."

From Allen defeating Holmras just now to the radiance of the Silmaril illuminating the entire Dol Guldur, it took at most less than ten minutes.

But Allen, standing in the middle of the radiance, felt that a long, long time had passed, and at the same time, he clearly felt that his body was gradually weakening.

At this moment, he seemed to understand why there were rumors that the Silmaril made the reborn Luthien and Beren short-lived. This beautiful thing, besides being easy to arouse inner greed, I am afraid that long-term direct use is not good for creatures like humans.

At this moment, the army surrounding Dol Guldur also stepped into the fortress that used to be shrouded in dark shadows. However, after the baptism of the Silmaril, the gloom and terror of the past had all disappeared.

The scorching sun in summer shone directly on the mottled city walls with withered vines. One after another, Orc corpses with panicked expressions lay on the ground at the end of the road, in the prison with closed iron gates, and were then carried out by the soldiers one by one.

At this moment, Gandalf, who had no troops to command, walked up to the spire where Allen was. Of course, Gandalf just didn't build his own forces, but his command ability was actually quite excellent.

"Allen, such beautiful radiance, such powerful power, are you really willing to share it with all living beings in Middle-earth after solving all problems?"

Gandalf's voice contained a trace of surprise at the Silmaril. Once upon a time, he had also seen this beauty, but he did not expect that it could be used like this.

"Gandalf, I never said I would share it with all living beings in Middle-earth. What I said was to share it with the living beings in Rhovanion. The high tower I built is estimated to only radiate Rhovanion. This light cannot shine on Eriador, which is blocked by the Misty Mountains, and Gondor, which is far in the South."

Allen, sitting on a stone brick, took out a jujube-red pipe from behind him and continued to speak: "Unless..."

This remark obviously attracted Gandalf's attention, and he followed up and asked: "Unless? Unless what?"

"Unless you fill me a bag of good Old Toby, otherwise, I won't answer your question." Allen blinked with a smile. He also had tobacco, but he just wanted to "extort" Gandalf.

"Okay, okay." The helpless Gandalf carefully took out the tobacco and thoughtfully helped Allen light the pipe.

"Puff." After taking a beautiful puff, Allen exhaled a big smoke ring.

"Unless, like Earendil in the past, you sit on the sanctified Vingilot and fly around in the sky, acting as a star that brings hope to people. Otherwise, it is estimated that it will be impossible to radiate the entire Middle-earth in a short time."

"Even you know this?" Now, the surprise in Gandalf's eyes was even heavier.

"Of course, my old friend, there are still many things I know." Allen blinked again, smiling and taking a puff of the pipe. **CHAPTER 305** **Battle of the White City**