Chapter 305

A thousand miles away, Mordor, dark clouds, dark shadows.

Sauron, busy at Mount Doom, stared intently at a body in front of him.

Ferocious, terrifying, evil, dark—Sauron was satisfied with this new body of his. This took him more than half a year and thousands of years of conception.

Mortals would tremble with fear at a glance, and even Orcs would not be willing to face such a vicious appearance.

This is what Sauron likes. Ruling the world with fear has always been his wish.

At this moment, a weak phantom suddenly appeared beside the Lord of Mordor.

"Master, Dol Guldur has been captured by the enemy."

Holmras's face appeared in the phantom. The special power of the Nazgul left a trace of soul, which allowed him to rush back to his master's side.

Firelight that wanted to devour souls lit up behind the ferocious mask. With a wave of his right hand with terrible spikes, Holmras's soul was collected into the One Ring.

Sauron didn't care whether Dol Guldur would be captured by the enemy. As long as the evil power left behind when he built the castle still existed, no one could truly occupy that kind of castle.

As long as the ring is there, as long as his soul is there, that place will always be the territory of the Dark Lord.

"Ah~~~~"

The sharp scream started from Mount Doom and spread to the entire Mordor. This sound heralded Sauron's true return. He no longer needed to play a big eye, being imprisoned in the tower of Barad-dur in disguise.

Now, he wants to lead the army to step out of the Black Gate and take back the territory that once belonged to him. Gondor, Rohan, Eriador, and even Rhovanion—the entire Middle-earth was once his territory. In the past, his title included Lord of the Earth and King of Men.

Countless Orcs were awakened by the scream, rushing toward Barad-dur in groups. The flames of Mount Doom also surged out. Countless weapons and equipment containing vicious intentions were forged on it and distributed to the evil minions who gathered.

The Nazgul riding evil monsters made cold and ruthless screams, looming in the dark clouds above Mordor.

They carried their master's orders and flew to all directions of Mordor. When they returned, it would inevitably be an endless army.

The first to feel that something was wrong was naturally Ecthelion, who lived on the top floor of the White City. Letters about Mordor's movements flew in like snowflakes for a period of time.

"The number of Orcs near the Window of the Sunset has suddenly increased." "The enemy's patrol is spying on Osgiliath." "Traces of the enemy have appeared near Cair Andros." "Confirmed, Minas Ithil has been occupied by the enemy, and it has become a den of demons again."

Even with Gandalf's reminder, many messages made Ecthelion anxious. At this time, he asked two young men beside him: "What do you think of the current news?"

The two young men were equally tall and handsome, with bright eyes and confident light on their faces. If you look closely, they even look a bit alike. They are Ecthelion's son Denethor, and Aragorn, who used the alias Thorongil.

He was 32 years old at this time. His appearance was still different from when he was young. Ecthelion, Denethor, and others in the White City did not recognize Aragorn's identity.

"Father, the enemy has revealed his edge. We should prepare for war, increase troops to Cair Andros and Osgiliath, and let the navy of Pelargir be ready to deal with pirates."

Denethor, who read various historical documents all year round, naturally knew what this scene in Mordor represented.

This represents that Sauron has condensed his form, represents that the Orcs are preparing for invasion, and also represents that the war has officially started.

Ecthelion's eyes showed appreciation. He agreed with his son's statement. Before the great war, there would always be small groups of enemies trying to cross the Anduin River.

Those cruel and cunning Orcs would attack human villages in the dead of night, grab everything they could grab, and burn everything they couldn't take away.

Strengthening precautions is what should be done.

"My Lord, the news of the decisive battle has been sent out. I believe the lords from all over will arrive soon."

Aragorn did not give any suggestions on the current situation. Denethor had said enough. But after thinking about it, he added another sentence.

"My Lord, do you want to share Mordor's recent movements with King Theoden of Rohan? According to Gandalf, the lords from all races in the North should arrive there soon."

This was also a good suggestion. Ecthelion very much appreciated this young man who suddenly appeared in Minas Tirith.

Handsome, brave, firm, hardworking, knowledgeable, and far-sighted, almost on par with his son.

"That's right. At such a critical moment, we should notify King Theoden and let them strengthen precautions. Thorongil, this task is handed to you."

Aragorn nodded and left without a word. He had also been looking for an opportunity to leave Gondor. A war affecting the entire Middle-earth, Aragorn could not wait in Minas Tirith. He could have contributed more strength.

With Gondor's actions, the dark shadows in Ithilien, the Land of the Moon, gathered more and more. The dark clouds that shrouded Mordor all year round spread to the east of the Anduin River like a wild horse.

The sun could no longer protect this land, and even the Great Hope Star, which roamed in the sky, could not find a trace of a gap from the thick dark clouds.

An endless army of Orcs poured out of Mordor. The Black Gate, Minas Morgul, mountain trails, and pitch-black tunnels were all filled with their figures.

The defense line that Gondor had managed to establish in the east of Osgiliath only lasted less than half a day in front of the crazy evil minions, and was ruthlessly torn apart like paper.

The remaining army had to retreat to the west, leaving corpses all over the ground. However, this time Mordor directly invested unprecedented strength. Hundreds of Trolls holding iron bars rushed onto the bridge in Osgiliath, howling, and drove the remnants of the humans who were preparing to resist here out of the city area.

The Gondor garrison responsible for Cair Andros directly encountered an unprecedented disaster. A tall, ferocious body carrying unprecedented evil attacked them.

That was Sauron, whose body, like a black tower, was several heads taller than a Troll. The black shield covered with spikes in his hand looked like it would sting people's eyes, and the ferocious and terrifying black hammer contained flickering flames.

He crossed the trench, and the rain of arrows could not hurt him at all. He approached the city wall, and the powerful crossbows bought from the Dwarves could not force him back. He approached the city gate.

"Boom"

A loud noise like thunder, the thick gate inlaid with iron bars shattered into pieces in front of Sauron like glass, and the despairing laughter sounded at this moment.

"Hahahaha..."

Terror instantly permeated the entire fortress. The Gondor garrison looked at the Orc army like a black ocean, screaming and clamoring into the city, and the despair in their eyes seemed to have turned into substance.

Screams rose and fell under the dark clouds. Under the wave-like attacks of the Orcs, the castle soon fell completely, and only a small number of defenders fled out of Cair Andros, which was already full of blood and cruelty, without looking back.

In less than two months, things had deteriorated to the point of being uncontrollable. Evil was about to shroud the Pelennor Fields, and even the radiance of the White City was stained with a layer of shadow.

Sauron walked out of Osgiliath, which had been completely fallen, and looked far away at Minas Tirith in the distance. The black hammer in his hand waved, and countless armies poured out of the ruins. A large amount of supplies were also pushed by slaves under the sound of whips, along the road built by Gondor toward the White City.

Half a month later, Minas Tirith was surrounded tightly. A large number of siege towers, ladders, and catapults were gradually built by Orcs like ants, and there was even a siege ram that was enough to make people fear at a glance. It was forged by Sauron imitating his master's weapons and had extremely evil and terrifying power.

The gate of the White City was made of steel, mithril, and Dwarf magic. Relying on this hammer in his hand alone was not enough to break it, so Sauron prepared something better.

Ecthelion's reaction was not fast enough. After receiving news of the enemy's movements, he immediately sent messengers. However, before waiting for a reply, a large number of enemies had already begun to ravage the entire Pelennor Fields.

Points of fire and streaks of black smoke represented once-rich farms and orchards. A large number of displaced people fled to Minas Tirith, and those who did not escape were countless.

All this happened too fast. Ecthelion was still waiting for the convergence of allies, but in the blink of an eye, Sauron had taken a step ahead and arrived in front of him, and the reinforcements from the lords of Gondor did not know why they were late.

The darkness outside the city became more and more intense, and the scarlet eyes of the Orcs appeared from time to time in the trenches closer and closer to the city wall. Ecthelion, who was personally supervising the battle, looked at everything in front of him, and his mood became heavier and heavier.

There were less than two thousand Imperial Guards in the city, plus the Lord of Lossarnach who arrived in an emergency, totaling less than four thousand regular troops, plus the summoned militia and civilians who spontaneously picked up weapons to defend their homes, totaling seven thousand plus a little.

Such military strength wanted to deal with Mordor, which had come out in full force, and there was no possibility of success at all.

Ecthelion, as the Steward of Gondor, had to stand here and resist the enemy's attack with the soldiers, and his grandson also refused the arrangement to leave and stood firmly beside his father.

They still had hope, reinforcements were on the way.

Such days continued until a cold morning.

A huge whistling sound sounded in the air, and corresponding to it were huge stones that smashed heavily on the sturdy city wall of the White City.

The broken stones were engraved with familiar exquisite patterns, more obviously, they came from Osgiliath.

Mordor's black army, amid the terrifying loud noise of the catapults, approached the city wall of Minas Tirith. The boundless Orc army plus dozens of large-scale siege towers made the defenders on the city wall show despair.

Such evil could not be resisted at all. It was impossible for the soldiers on the city wall to hold it. This was a battle of certain death. The difference was only early or late.

Ecthelion patrolled everywhere on the city wall, using impassioned words to boost the morale of the soldiers.

There were their relatives in the city, and it was also their home. Mordor's Orcs had never had the habit of treating prisoners well. Surrender would only lead to becoming miserable slaves, and even worse, becoming food in their mouths.

The prestige of the Steward family plus the belief in defending their homes stabilized the precarious morale on the city wall. When they learned that they had a reinforcement, the radiance of hope appeared on their faces again.

Arrows as dense as raindrops shot down one enemy after another, and the catapults in the city also began to make rumbling sounds. The circular stone bombs rolled far away after hitting the enemy, trampling out a pitch-black and filthy passage.

The Dwarf ballistae, whose firing sound was like thunder, caused huge damage to the huge Trolls every time they fired, stopping the tower-like siege towers and ferocious and terrifying siege rams in place.

This effectively delayed the Orcs' pace of attacking the city.

Sauron, who was looking at everything coldly in the distance, didn't care about the death of his subordinates at all. With a wave of his hand, another team of Orcs mixed with tall Trolls approached the city wall.

He wanted to take Minas Tirith, the most important place in Gondor, today, in this wave of attacks, and completely cut off its connection with Rohan. At that time, he would have ways to deal with other places.

Respecting the will of the Dark Lord, countless Orcs and a large number of Trolls died on the way to Minas Tirith. The corpses even filled the trenches that the defenders had dug in a hurry.

After paying the lives of countless subordinates, "Grond," the siege ram carefully prepared by Sauron, also arrived under the city gate.

"Dong~~"

With a huge sound like thunder, the clouds in the sky seemed to be affected and rolled more violently. The entire city wall near the city gate was trembling. The bright silver gate had a deep dent after being attacked, but it still stood firmly in place.

The defenders near the city gate still resisted very tenaciously. Countless Orcs died under the stones and logs. The Trolls who were attacked were even more furious to the point of madness, trampling to death any Orcs who dared to block the way.

But soon someone would drag these corpses aside, and other Orcs would continue to fill this position.

"Dong~~"

Another loud noise, the gate still stood firmly. At this time, Sauron's body stepped on countless blood and fire and arrived in front of the gate. He stretched out his right hand wearing the One Ring, and an ancient and evil language sounded.

"Dong"

The third loud noise sounded under Sauron's vicious spell plus the violent impact of "Grond," and the gate shattered into pieces at this moment.

Whether it was the soldiers on the city wall or the elites defending the city gate, all were shrouded in a huge fear, the bowstrings no longer sounded, and their faces were full of horror.

Countless black blood and corpses set off Sauron's tall and ferocious body, making it look both evil and terrifying.

Thick smoke accompanied by scorching flames swept through the streets full of fear and despair. Sauron broke through the flames and forced his way forward. Everyone who saw him fled in panic.

At this time, the siege tower had also been placed on the city wall. Countless Uruk-hai wearing heavy steel plates poured out and fought with the guards on the city wall.

The city was broken. **CHAPTER 306** **Repelled**