Chapter 260: The Sword That Strikes the Enemy After a Hundred Years
The first rays of sunlight in the morning fell.
The entire Morin Creek camp was noisy, but the noise was limited to the neighing of horses.
All the Rohan knights were silently wearing mail armor at this moment.
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Holy White City.
The once brilliant capital of Gondor was now filled with smoke.
Countless orcs from Mordor, tall ogres, siege vehicles wrapped in iron sheets, catapults, and even the Witch King of Angmar, the head of the Ringwraiths, who rode a fallen beast and flew in the sky.
Facing a large number of orcs, Gondor also showed its tenacious strength. Even if the city gate was breached, the special structure of Minas Tirith allowed the soldiers defending the city to retreat layer by layer for defense.
Outer city, third floor.
Gandalf held the sword in one hand and rotated the staff at the same time. After killing several orcs in succession, he looked around.
All I could see was slaughter, exhausted Gondor soldiers, countless crazy orcs, even though they were not equal in number, these soldiers still swung their swords and chopped without hesitation.
It was as if they were going to use their flesh and blood to build a solid line of defense.
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Just as the battle was raging in the Holy White City.
At the end of the sky, the first Rohan cavalryman appeared.
In a moment, dust flew, the earth shook, and a full five thousand well-equipped Rohan cavalrymen appeared in everyone's sight.
The flag representing Rohan fluttered in the wind.
King of Rohan, Theoden, saw the situation on the battlefield clearly with just one glance, and immediately drew his sword.
This seemed to be a signal, and all the Rohan cavalrymen made preparations for the charge. The sharp spears were slightly tilted by them, and this angle on the horse's back just pierced the throat of the orc, not the hard head.
Under the cover of dark clouds, Minas Tirith presented a kind of dilapidated beauty.
Facing an army of orcs that was several times larger than their own, all the Rohan people did not show the slightest fear. A silent emotion was spreading, that was Rohan's loyalty to the ancient oath.
When this emotion reached its peak, Ino also drew out the wand in his hand.
"The sun is back!"
The light of dawn lit up from the top of the wand, warm and holy.
Ino rode on a broom, holding the wand in one hand and rushed towards the army of orcs.
As the defender of Gondor, they saw a shocking picture from a high position.
A faint light of dawn, like a shaky oil lamp in the stormy night. But with such a weak light, it bravely flew towards the orc army enclosed by dark clouds.
At the same time, Rohan's charge horn sounded, and a full 5,000 elite cavalry began their first round of acceleration.
The sound of horse hooves was deafening, and the running cavalry turned into a torrent, like a sharp sword pointing directly at the orc position.
At the front, Ino suddenly seemed to feel something. The dark clouds in the sky covered by Sauron's spell suddenly tore a hole, and a real sunlight shone on his wand.
The morning light before sunrise turned into a vast morning sun.
Unlike Saluman's orcs, the orcs were born to fear the sun, but at this moment, a small sun seemed to rise above their heads, causing the newly formed defense position to fall apart.
With this discovery, Ino also changed his strategy. He originally planned to go straight to the Witch King of Angmar.
But now... with the attention from the sky, he hovered over the orc army, using his wand to pull the sunlight to create conditions for the Rohan people to charge.
As for the magic of attack, he roughly understood Gandalf's feelings. Magic can be used, but using it under scrutiny is like playing a death rock at a classical concert.
The era of mankind is destined to be opened by humans.
Although he couldn't intervene directly, Ino decided to take advantage of the attention and do more in rhythm, because it was Fide who was greedy and ate other people's food.
"Expecto Patronus!"
In the holy sunlight, there was a dazzling silver light.
A moment.
A blue whale with a volume of more than 20 feet slowly emerged. It was in the sky, but it was cruising like it was in the ocean.
The Patronus of the Blue Whale.
It appeared again in Middle-earth after the Battle of Helm's Deep.
Fish and birds are special. They represent freedom of advance and retreat, because no matter whether it is humans or any animals on land, the route is only front, back, left, and right.
But only fish and birds have the choice of up and down.
It is precisely because of this that they are regarded as a symbol of freedom in Eastern philosophy, and there is also an allusion of a big fish turning into a bird.
Similarly, after seeing the shape of the Patronus for the first time, Ino was relieved to accept it. Perhaps, whales and swans, different species, also have the same connection.
At this moment, a 20-foot blue whale swam behind the orcs. The guardian god's natural restraint on darkness made the orc archers behind them have no power to shoot back.
Unlike the original story, without the suppression of the orcs' bows and arrows, the cavalry of Rohan has a stronger potential.
"Bang!"
When the first charging knight killed into the position of the orcs, everything was doomed.
In the era of cold weapons, the suppression of cavalry on infantry was too obvious. Even when facing infantry that was several times larger than their own, they only needed a few piercings to easily harvest.
It seemed that the situation was set. Ino felt that the sunlight in the sky was no longer limited to his magic wand, but was completely sprinkled on the Rohan soldiers below and the ruined Holy White City of Minas Tirith not far away.
But what he didn't notice was that the blue whale patron saint in the sun was also emitting a different light at this moment.
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The battle on the ground was in full swing.
The offensive and defensive battle of Minas Tirith was also extremely tragic. The appearance of reinforcements seemed to give all the soldiers defending Gondor a shot of cardiotonic.
In the sky, Ino was riding a broom and saw a flying figure from a long distance.
"God's Sharpshooter!"
The Half-Blood Prince's specialty magic, the invisible cutting spell, although it went straight to the Witch King of Angmar, but the target was the fallen monster under his crotch.
Compared with the aerial entanglement, air-to-ground combat would be more advantageous.
As the head of the Ringwraiths, the Witch King of Angmar was very familiar with the power of darkness. Although he couldn't see the attack, the cursed smell made him swing the long sword in his hand by feeling.
"Ding~ Zizi..."
The invincible God's Sharpshooter was easily blocked.
But Ino was not disappointed with such a result. He couldn't think that a magic could solve the opponent from the beginning.
"Avada!"
The unique green color of the Kelsang Curse shot out from the magic wand.
There was no way, the ground was full of Rohan cavalry, and he couldn't use many large-scale magic. Otherwise, the Witch King of Angmar would be fine, but the Rohan people below would die.
On the other side, facing the famous Kelsang Curse in the magic world, the Witch King of Angmar seemed to sense something, and did not swing his sword like he did when facing the Shadowless God, but instead evaded the fallen monster with agility.
In the sky, a very interesting scene was presented.
Ino rode on a broom and released magic continuously, while the Witch King of Angmar either swung his sword or let the fallen monster evade flexibly, and the scene suddenly fell into a stalemate.
But this stalemate did not last too long.
On the ground, Gandalf discovered the battle between the two very early.
When he saw that neither of them could do anything to the other, the white-robed Maia looked down at the sword in his hand, and without any hesitation, threw it towards the sky with all his strength.
And the direction of the long sword was exactly the direction where Ino was riding on the broom.
Sorry everyone, Xiaodi wanted to finish Middle-earth today.
But as you can see, it may take tomorrow to finish.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
