Chapter 306

Firelight filled the entire street block.

Sauron, with his tall figure, walked slowly against the backdrop of the flames. The power that made people unable to look directly at him and the evil that made people tremble made the entire Minas Tirith fall into fear.

Not only the defenders of Gondor, but even the Orcs and Trolls who were minions dared not approach the Dark Lord who was satisfied with himself at this moment.

He walked forward step by step, forcing the Royal Guards who still had a little courage to retreat constantly.

Ecthelion and his son were also among them. Although they were still shouting resistance, the warriors who dared to stand in front of Sauron could not pose any threat to the terrifying Sauron at all.

In front of that huge hammer, the fine armor could not protect these warriors at all. With just a light blow, someone would fly high.

The defenders retreated all the way, shedding heroic blood.

The gate of the first layer was tightly closed, but it could not block Sauron's footsteps. Next was the second gate, and the result remained the same.

The third, fourth, fifth... As the gates were torn apart, the number of Royal Guards was also constantly decreasing.

Until they retreated to the seventh layer of the White City in Sauron's leisurely stroll, retreated to the Tower of Ecthelion, retreated to the Fountain Court, retreated behind the White Tree, and retreated to the edge of the high cliff.

Young Denethor looked down. The city was already a place of fire and evil. Countless Orcs poured into the city, wantonly venting their innate cruelty.

The defenders, who finally got rid of Sauron's power, barely fought to the death with the enemy in the streets and houses. The situation was precarious and almost completely wiped out.

"Submit!!"

The evil language uttered conditions that could never be accepted. Ecthelion tried his best to raise the long sword in his hand, the anger on his face like a spark against the abyss.

"Unless I die."

Not getting the satisfactory answer that made him happy, Sauron's face, which seemed to be able to swallow all light, erupted with flames wrapped in thick smoke.

The ferocious hammer stained with blood brought out a whistling sound that stung people's ears in the dance, smashing toward the two who still carried hope and attempted to resist.

With a "bang," the dust dissipated, and the white stone slabs cracked into pieces.

"Hmm?"

A figure stood in front of Sauron at this time, behind him were Ecthelion and his son who were still in shock.

Allen looked at the once spectacular and magnificent White City, which was like a purgatory on earth at this time, and a raging fire ignited in his heart. The Silmaril embedded in the helmet also flashed with dazzling radiance.

Boundless thick smoke spread from Sauron, shrouding the entire square in darkness, and his tall and ferocious body loomed.

Heavy footsteps echoed everywhere in the square paved with stone slabs.

Sauron has always been known for his cunning. He recognized the gem and was not willing to face the radiance from the Two Trees directly, and the smoke and dust of Mount Doom were enough to help him hide his figure.

The wind blew across the high Fountain Court and suddenly became violent. The thick smoke that had been motionless began to roll violently and flew into the sky with the sweep of the strong wind.

The noisy sounds that echoed everywhere also subsided with the dissipation of the thick smoke.

At this time, Sauron's figure had appeared behind Allen, the hammer flashing with black light was raised high, smashing toward the obstructive person who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Sauron naturally knew who the other party was. He had once thrown an olive branch to the other party, but was decisively rejected. If rejected, then go to die.

Without interference and thick smoke, Allen moved his body to quickly dodge the smash that was enough to be fatal. Between flashes, a cold light flashed, and the edge of Ringil cut off most of the spikes on Sauron's shield and left deep scars on it.

This hasty sword was originally slashed toward his abdomen, but was blocked by Sauron who was prepared.

At this moment, rolling flames surged from Sauron, sweeping toward Allen who had just stood firm. The silver-white figure flew into the sky under the blowing of the wind.

Immediately, a thunder sounded, and the chain lightning released by Allen lit up with dazzling white light, rushing straight toward the dark body standing in the square.

A thick black smoke rose, wrapping the thunder at an extremely fast speed, and a black and a white disappeared in the air at the same time.

The evil and ancient language sounded again in the tormented White City. A large piece of ice cones with dark color shrouded Allen flying in the sky.

The Silmaril surged with brilliant light, forming a large light curtain in front of Allen, turning the ice cones with evil meaning into nothingness.

Ecthelion and his son, who were saved, looked at the struggle between a black and a white, and constantly moved their steps backward. The flames released by Sauron slowly eroded the entire square.

Suddenly, a melodious horn sound rang out. No, not one, as if in response, bursts of horn sounds rang out at the same time.

That was the horn sound from the North, from Calenardhon, from Rivendell, from Lothlorien, and from Mirkwood and Rhovanion.

"Father, reinforcements have arrived!!"

Denethor had never felt that hope was so close to him. In his line of sight, first, boundless cavalry appeared from the north of the Pelennor Fields.

Under the illumination of the sun, the cavalry units gathered by humans, Dwarves, and Elves were like flames emitting white light, rushing toward the Orc troops gathered at the gate of Minas Tirith with irresistible power.

In order to enter the city as soon as possible, these evil minions had no discipline at all and squeezed at the gate in a swarm.

The charging cavalry was like a hammer, knocking the black Mordor army apart, turning them into countless scattered black dots fleeing everywhere on the vast Pelennor Fields.

Ships full of soldiers went down the Anduin River, pointing directly at Osgiliath, which was occupied by the enemy. Thousands of soldiers wearing elite armor walked off the ships.

Arrows like rain shot down the defensive formation that the Orcs had managed to set up. The high-spirited human warriors broke the other party's formation with just one charge.

Immediately, fierce fighting broke out in the city. Countless Orcs fled from the east gate of Osgiliath to Minas Morgul, and others were driven to the Pelennor Fields in the west.

Just even so, Sauron's army still possessed absolute numerical suppression. After the initial panic, countless Orcs and a large number of Trolls gathered again under the sound of whips and scolding.

They gathered into an extremely dense formation and became entangled with the cavalry whose speed had slowed down.

Under the order of Sauron's adjutant, a large group of black Orc armies rushed toward Osgiliath, which had changed hands again, blocking the Northern army that had recaptured the city inside.

In the distant sky, a few black dots flew in the dark clouds, and underneath were seemingly endless armies. Huge Mumakil were mixed in the crowd, making loud calls.

The situation of victory and defeat seemed to be constantly reversing.

At this moment, a boundless fleet drifted from the direction of Pelargir. Countless green figures suddenly appeared. The mountain dwellers who had turned into ghosts ran on the river and rushed toward the Haradrim on the east bank.

That was the reinforcement that Aragorn had invited from the White Mountains, which was nearly three thousand years late.

Before setting off, Allen had his student bring Anduril, which was enough to prove his identity, and the Star of Elendil, the symbol of the High King of Numenor.

At present, the effect was very good, reaching the expectation that it should have had.

Facing the suddenly appearing ghosts, fear instantly spread to the hearts of the Haradrim. The howling sound caused by fear, plus the act of turning around and running, disturbed the restless Mumakil in the team.

Trampling, chaos, and the sudden collapse of morale made these Haradrim, who were originally reinforcements, quickly lose their due combat effectiveness.

The Witch-king riding a flying monster, seeing that the army he had managed to recruit was collapsing, did not hesitate to command his mount to rush down.

He himself possessed the power to command ghosts. This group of cursed mountain dwellers would be able to taste something a hundred times more terrible than the curse in a moment, that is, eternal slavery.

At this time, a loud eagle call rang out in the North. Lady Galadriel stood on the back of the Eagle King, holding the crystal bottle in her hand against the violent wind.

Clear light flickered, shining toward the Witch-king who was descending rapidly. An angry call rang out.

"No!!"

The Witch-king did not retreat because of this. His master retrieved the treasure, and his power also increased by a few points. Facing the Lady who had lost Nenya, he barely had a trace of resistance.

However, another Great Eagle also flew over from afar. Gandalf's figure was on it, and the magic wand in his hand shot a pure white light toward the Witch-king.

Now, the Witch-king dared not stay in place anymore. Terrified, he drove the giant beast to fly toward the distance.

The Lady and Gandalf did not pursue. As long as they could defeat Sauron, this evil existence attached to the master would disappear in an instant.

The ships sailing on the river were not affected by these battles. They stopped steadily at the port of Harlond, and soldiers holding flags walked off the ships.

The leading one came from the Kingdom of Arnor in the North. It was a flag representing the King. More than a dozen flags embroidered with various emblems surrounded this royal flag, including flags from Dol Amroth, flags from Lamedon, and flags from Pinath Gelin, etc.

That represented the arrival of the lords of Gondor.

Finally, the team that walked off the ship was the Lindon Elves. Lord Cirdan brought thousands of troops from the Kingdom of Arnor to solve the pirates who occupied Gondor.

And Aragorn, who had obtained the help of ghosts, helped many lords of Gondor disperse the Easterlings who had landed with the pirates.

At this time, they arrived at the battlefield on time with the help of the sea breeze. After all the soldiers got off the ship, they rushed toward the enemy who was ten or even more than ten times their number without fear.

The Orcs, who were attacked from multiple sides, barely stood firm after a short panic, but facing the warriors whose anger was enough to burn the entire plain, they were retreating steadily.

At this time, bursts of loud eagle calls rang out in the sky. The Great Eagles had come. Three Skin-changers jumped down from the sky and turned into huge Giant Bears, smashing into the Orc formation.

And those ghosts who had driven away the Haradrim also rushed over from afar. Their ferocious faces and bodies that were not afraid of swords and guns divided the huge Orc army into pieces.

At this point, the Orcs' numerical advantage suffered a huge weakening. Under the attacks of multiple forces, they could hardly persist anymore.

The situation reversed again.

Those cursed mountain dwellers, in normal times, Sauron had a hundred ways to enslave them, but the human in front of him was too difficult to deal with and did not leave him a trace of gap at all.

The shield in his hand had been cut into pieces, and the armor on his body also appeared in many places. The evil soul that had not been retrieved for long also became weak under the radiance of the Silmaril.

Flames and hurricanes, thunder and darkness, grew and fell on the highest point of the White City.

The originally clean, tidy, beautiful, and charming Fountain Court had turned into ruins in the battle between the two.

The beautiful fountain was hit by lightning and shattered into residue. The white stone slabs were roasted to pitch black by the flames, appearing with cracks like spider webs. The withered White Tree was broken by Sauron with a hammer.

Facing the complete Sauron, Allen's pressure was not small. The other party was powerful and cunning. Even with the help of the Silmaril, he had to put in twelve points of energy to deal with the other party's various tricks.

Just when the two sides were entangled again, Gandalf and Lady Galadriel had approached the seventh layer of the White City with the help of the Great Eagle.

Seeing the arrival of allies, Allen intensified his offensive. Ringil in his hand turned into pieces of cold light, forcing Sauron's ferocious body, and the Silmaril on his forehead constantly surged with white light.

Sauron also discovered this point and laughed loudly, spitting out a large piece of rolling flames mixed with fire poison from the pitch-black helmet, which forced back Allen, who wanted to stick to him and entangle him.

Immediately, a circle glowing with fire appeared behind him, and the scene revealed inside was the Barad-dur tower full of darkness.

Sauron stepped in and left the White City before Gandalf and Lady Galadriel arrived, leaving only arrogant laughter, as if he was not fleeing, but playing enough and withdrawing.

With the departure of the Lord of Mordor, the Orcs fighting on the Pelennor Fields fell into complete collapse. The evil minions who had invaded the city were also driven out by the three Knight Orders summoned by Allen.

During the long march, Allen finally stood firm in the Magic Continent. With Free Knights as the main force and many Nord nobles who came to take refuge as supplements, he established the third Knight Order named Radiance.

At this time, under Allen's order, they killed any enemy who dared to block in front of them and pushed all the way to outside the White City.

The sound of fighting, shouting, crying, and the singing of warriors moving forward bravely staged a scene of blood and fire on the Pelennor Fields.

Finally, before the afterglow of the sun completely dissipated, this great battle was considered completely over. The Orc army was really too many, even if the grass was covered with corpses, many enemies still fled back to Mordor.

Fire, smoke, blood, and broken limbs gathered on the originally rich plain, silently telling the bloodiness and cruelty of this great battle.

The reinforcements who came to support from all over also finally stopped the footsteps of chasing the enemy and began to clean up the battlefield and count the casualties.

Today's battle finally ended.

But it does not mean that the war between the Alliance and Mordor has ended. **CHAPTER 307** **Ending**