In the area where the final battle of the Alliance was the most tragic battle, countless dead people who were unwilling to die cursed the world and cursed themselves. The strong resentment allowed them to stay in the world, but they also twisted them into the glory and mission of forgetting the past, and were driven by hatred to pull all living people into their arms, and the area where they lived also turned into a Jedi without any vitality.

Death swamp...

This forgotten country always retains the cold, wet and sticky winter, and the mist is the dead grass and rotten thorns, and the dead who are silent in the dead water.

They swallow everything and accommodate everything, whether it is elves, humans, or orcs, as long as the living falls into the water that represents the boundary between life and death, the dead in the water will pull them into the abyss of death.

No one can command them, even the same ring spirits of the dead can only pass through them.

But when Sauron regained the Supreme Lord Ring, everything he knew changed.

The Supreme Ring can control all living beings, and these dead people who are left with resentment are completely irresistible. However, because these undead have no bodies that move in the present world, they cannot turn into an army and join the battlefield like the undead on the road of the dead. However, the Angma Witch King, who was given the right to call the dead, found another way to use them.

With the power to dominate the dead, he gathered countless ghosts in the Death Swamp, and then used this as a sacrifice to launch a taboo spell: The Elegy of the Soul.

Originally, this spell should have been left to a large coalition that might appear, destroying all the hope of gathering in Middle-earth with one blow. But when he saw the powerful army in Osgilias that was enough to block his offensive route for a long time, he released this taboo blow early, and naturally achieved enough brilliant results.

The Gondor defender stationed in Osgilias. The two hundred elves archers brought by Halda from Los Rorin, the two thousand Queen's Guards and 30,000 aliens of Xiao Lan, and more than one hundred elves knights set out from Rivendell. This was a huge expectation that was indeed important. The elite army among the elites was actually wiped out by a spell from the Witchcraft Castle in one encounter. Except for Grovindale who showed his true form and escaped into the Secret Realm, Queen Jira promptly eliminated his figure and escaped into the dream world. Gandalf launched a spell to protect himself and the Gondor General Ferramer beside him, no one else, including the elf leader Halda, lived.

The only good news here is that Grofindale's arrow exactly hurt the Witch King. He cautiously did not pursue the four people who escaped without pursuing the hopeless fight again.

But even so, the battle that originally had the upper hand turned into a unilateral massacre, and the hope of dawn turned into a dark despair. This news was almost devastating to the morale of the coalition. The soldiers who saw this tragic scene in Baicheng were immersed in incredible panic. The subsequent impact was even greater than the battle itself.

In this way, in such a despair that almost turned into substantial despair, the army of Witchcraft Fort crossed the Anduin River without any obstacles, crossed the Perano Plain, and surrounded the capital of Gondor Minas Tiris.

Perhaps because he needed to recover from his injuries, the Witch King surrounded him and did not attack, but ordered his subordinates to eject the huge rocks and the heads of the Gondor warriors who had died before. At the same time, he sent three other ring spirits to ride flying beasts and roar above the White City, making the White City defenders feel terrifying and desperate, and completely destroy their will to resist. When the Wizard King realized that the already low morale in the city had dropped to the extreme, he ordered a comprehensive siege. Gondor relied on the strong city

Chi and the city gate guarded by ancient spells resisted tenaciously: the enemy's offensive never stopped. The huge siege tower continued to advance, and the catapults kept throwing deadly rocks, but the missiles and short spears fell from the city walls were as dense as raindrops, and several surrounded towers made crackling sounds, or suddenly burned like torches. The walls on both sides of the city gate were filled with wreckage and corpses, but more enemies were advancing toward the city frantically...

Then, the Witch King reappeared.

Also appearing is the siege hammer called "Gelong". It was made of black steel in the dark blacksmith's workshop in the Magic City. It is like a giant wolf that is greedy for hunting, with the magic power to destroy everything. Several giant beasts pulled it forward, and what manipulated it was Mordor's unique armored sheepish man.

Under the terrified gaze of the defenders, the attacking rams hit three times with the spell of the Witch King. The loud noise resounded like muffled thunder throughout the city. The city gate protected by the ancient spells held back twice, but under the last powerful impact, a scorching fire light burst with the humming surroundings. The gate of Gondor collapsed in an instant, exploded into pieces, and then collapsed with a bang.

The King of Ring Spirits was on the flying dragon. Against the backdrop of the fire, his dark figure seemed particularly dazzling, and even became a huge body with desperate power. He flew over the city gate archway where the enemy had never passed by. People fled to the wind...

There is only one exception.

When Grofindale alone blocked the enemy and fought for others to retreat to the second gate, Gandalf resolutely blocked the King of Ring Spirits.

"Retreat!" said the wizard, and the huge black shadow stopped. "Go back to the abyss! Death with your master... Retreat for me!"

The Black Knight lifted his hood and under the hood, he was wearing a crown, but no one could see his head. The firelight shot through where his head should be, blending into his dark and boundless body, and the ghostly laughter came from his invisible mouth.

"Don't you know the death date is over?" he said, "Old guy, this is my moment!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he held up his sword and flames splashed out from the blade. Sweat came out of Gandalf's forehead. He raised his staff to resist the Witch King. It was nothing but a head-on fight and pressure, turning into a terrifying will under the heavy pressure of substantial thought.

But perhaps he had exhausted too much in his hard battle, or he had lost confidence in the previous Soul Elegy. This moment of confrontation was split with the "bang" of the staff in his hand to distinguish the outcome. The wizard himself was also dropped from Ying Ji's back by the huge force of the collision. Just as he was about to pull out the enemy fencing Glenry on his waist to resist to the end, the King of Ring Spirits said, "You have failed, and human beings are about to perish..."

This spirit of the word itself is a curse. Gandalf's body suddenly became staggered and was crushed to the ground. The Witch King raised the evil sword in his hand to give him a fatal blow. Grofindell, who was too busy to take care of himself, shouted anxiously in the distance.

At that moment, in a courtyard in the city, a rooster teared open his throat; its sharp, clear cry cut through the spells and war, welcoming the early morning shrouded in death.

It seemed to be in response to this sound, another musical sound came from afar - the sound of horns and countless sounds of horns.

Rohan's cavalry finally arrived!

The King of Ring Spirits hesitated for a moment. Gandalf took the opportunity to stand up and draw out the sword. The elf nobleman also held the arrow of destruction in his hand. The Witch King, who knew that the opportunity had been lost, turned around and left, flying towards the new enemy that he had enough to pay attention to.

Not only Rohan's cavalry, but also a knight with less than a hundred people, but his aura is stronger than the six thousand cavalry.

The leader looked neither old nor young, his hair was as dark as the shadow before dawn, with a small silver crown on it. His eyes were as gray as the clear evening, with a faint starry light. Behind him were two tall men who could not distinguish their age, and almost no one could tell the difference between them. They were all black and gray eyes, with elf-like handsome faces, and shining armor under the silver-gray cloak. In addition, everyone wore swords, spears and bows and arrows, and dark gray cloaks. They looked weathered, but they also had a kind of kingly spirit. The cavalry of the Rohanate Kingdom was beside them like children. They all looked gloomy, and they looked as deep as rocks experiencing strong winds and waves by the sea...

"It's King Ayron, and his two sons!" Gandalf shouted, and a loud voice reached all corners of White City. "Rohan's reinforcements arrived, and the Dendan Ranger and Rivendell's knights also came to help!"

"Fight! Victory will belong to us!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!