Besides, how could reinforcements possibly arrive in so little time? Mobilizing an army was not that quick.
"Don't underestimate Sauron. He won't give us much time."
Ganahta spoke. If this were still Sauron, he certainly would not move that fast. The problem was that the current Sauron was actually Shuma-Gorath, and she would never foolishly wait until every preparation was complete before deploying her troops.
Besides, Andrew had magic, and Shuma-Gorath had superpowers as well. Speeding up an army's march would be no trouble at all.
"Then it looks like we'll have to force the issue and settle this as quickly as possible."
Boromir said firmly, "I hope Faramir will stand with us. To avoid any complications, don't tell him yet. We'll make our move right in the hall and let him choose."
"All right."
Everyone nodded. Gandalf asked Ganahta quietly, "You have a way to get the reinforcements here as soon as possible, don't you?"
"Of course. Don't worry. The armies will definitely arrive in time for the decisive battle."
Ganahta smiled. Andrew had already given portals to King Théoden and King Elrond. They would teleport somewhere nearby, then march here.
"Good."
Gandalf nodded. Just then, Faramir arrived before them with his knights. Overjoyed to see Boromir, he dismounted and rushed over to embrace his older brother.
Faramir was actually a very decent man. Anyone else subjected to such blatant favoritism by their father would long since have become a bitter soul who blamed everyone and everything. But Faramir had not. He remained kind and idealistic, and deeply respected his older brother.
Denethor II was not much of a man, but the two sons he had fathered were both quite admirable.
Boromir asked, "Faramir, why have you returned?"
"The Orcs broke through the front lines."
Faramir gave a bitter