Gandalf was highly respected across Middle-earth because he had helped many people, and King Théoden was also his friend.
"No problem. Leave it to me."
Ganahta nodded first, then asked again, "By the way, is the food ready?"
Everyone was a little speechless. This Mysterious Entity seemed quite gluttonous, constantly urging them about food.
"Don't worry, it's almost ready. Rohan isn't so poor that it can't feed its friends."
King Théoden said proudly. Ganahta secretly sneered. It was only because Andrew wouldn't let this young lady eat too much. Otherwise, she would let him know just how young he was.
On the other side, Andrew took Éowyn to the front lines—the Isen River Ford. At that moment, Theodred was being besieged by a large number of Wildmen and Uruk-hai.
That was right. The Mastermind behind this battle was Saruman. He had Gríma drive a wedge between Prince Jed and King Théoden, then forcibly sent Prince Jed to the ford.
Saruman had prepared a large army at the ford. Not long after Prince Jed arrived, the main camp was breached. Prince Jed did not choose to flee. Instead, he led his soldiers in a desperate fight.
Under normal circumstances, Prince Jed would have died in this conspiracy. Afterward, Éomer would have been driven away, leaving the Kingdom of Rohan without anyone to defend it. Saruman could then conquer it with ease.
Of course, Andrew's arrival changed everything. Just as Prince Jed fell into despair, a Wildmen scout responsible for watching the surroundings suddenly cried out, "A dragon! A Fire Dragon!"
"A Fire Dragon?"
Both sides on the battlefield were stunned. Hadn't Smaug, the last dragon, been killed sixty years ago?
Everyone looked up and saw a black dot rapidly approaching. In the blink of an eye, a massive Fire Dragon over