Moths to a Flame

News that the Carnford Fleet had appeared on the horizon was like a boulder hurled into a boiling oil pot, instantly and completely changing the balance of power and the state of mind of both sides on the Iron Islands' final battlefield!

For the Iron Islands defenders on the brink of collapse, it was the only ray of dawn shining into a desperate abyss, the entire faith that held them up to fight until the final moment! The flames of hope made them erupt with fighting strength far beyond their usual limits.

Yet for the Sauron army, who had been certain victory was in their grasp, it was a heavy alarm bell!

They understood better than the defenders that once this fresh force from Carnford successfully came ashore and took them in, not only would the duck already at their lips fly away, they themselves might also fall into the dangerous position of being attacked from both sides!

They had to completely crush the port's resistance before the fleet arrived!

"Kill! Faster! Kill them all! Take the docks before the ships arrive!" the Sauron officers roared themselves hoarse, waving War Sabers and personally driving their soldiers into even more frenzied attacks.

The Sauron Reserve Team behind them was also committed to the battlefield in organized units, like black tides battering the tottering defensive line wave after wave.

The battle instantly entered its most white-hot stage! The Sauron completely abandoned any concern for casualties and adopted the most savage storming tactics!

Several Berserkers clad in heavy armor, like human fortresses, formed an assault wedge under cover of shields, bracing against the defenders' sparse arrows and stones as they forcibly charged the weakest gap in the line!

Every swing of their heavy Battle Axes and flails carried a vicious wind that tore