Death Radius

Hornburg!

Théoden was stationed in the tower within the fortress's inner courtyard, while the other generals led their troops to guard the Deepstream Wall, where Aragorn and Eomer both commanded, as this was the section of the wall most likely to be breached.

Dark clouds loomed overhead; it was already late at night. Legolas and Gimli stood on either side of Russell, awaiting the arrival of war.

"Human walls aren't very friendly to us dwarves; I can't see anything," Gimli complained, frustrated. The walls were just as tall as his head, and even on tiptoe, he couldn't see anything outside the walls.

"Isn't this great? The enemy thought there were no defenders here, so they rushed up and were immediately taken down by your axe. They didn't even know how they died," Russell said with a smile, glancing at Gimli.

"That's right, being short has its advantages; the Orcs' arrows can't hit you," Legolas added.

The kind of leader a team has determines the kind of team members it has. Gandalf, the spiritual leader of the Fellowship of the Ring, Russell, the head chef, respectively, manage the team's spirit and body from the inside out.

Under their influence, the team members became much more lively than in the original story, shedding their reserved facade and becoming outwardly flirtatious as well, at least their ability to insult others was much better than before.

Russell thought it was fine; it was just a ring, not the end of the world, why make it so serious!

Time passed slowly, and wildfires lit up the valley ahead, signaling the arrival of Isengard's army.

The soldiers guarding the city could clearly see the orc army carrying torches, forming a square formation, and silently marching forward.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—

The sound of footsteps thundered, sending chills down the spines of all the soldiers guarding the city. The scene in the valley below was like a nightmare.

The black figures, densely packed, varied in height and build, clad in helmets and armor, and wielding black shields. Thousands of enemies continued to enter the valley, a black tide rolling in, crashing against the cliffs on either side nearby, stretching endlessly into the distance.

Russell frowned. Gandalf was right. The combined forces of Isengard and Mordor were pressing in, but the 200 handsome elves did not appear; the elves chose to ignore them.

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"Legolas, do you know what the Dunlendings are?" Russell asked. It was incredible that there were humans among the army of Orcs and Uruk-hai.

"The Dunlendings are mountain people, warlike and predatory, fond of getting something for nothing, and not tolerated by Rohan and Gondor," Legolas explained.

"They're just robbers!"

"That's right, why are you suddenly asking this?" Legolas asked, puzzled.

"Among the 30,000 troops are Dunlendings who have defected to Isengard," Russell said.

"Tch, damn scum, I look forward to them becoming Orcs food!" Gimli tilted his head back, spitting as he leaped over the city wall and fell below.

Rumble!!!

A thunderclap streaked across the sky, its dazzling white light illuminating the darkness for a fleeting moment, revealing a glimpse of the massive army in the distance.

It resembled a black river, its pitch-black color inspiring despair, and it seemed to contain far more than the number 30,000!

On the city walls, the Rohan defenders gripped their swords tightly. Of them, only 2,000 were regular soldiers; the rest were civilians who had been temporarily armed.

Farmers, blacksmiths, and stable boys—not only were their professions incompatible with warriors, but their ages were also far from suitable: elderly people with gray hair and children about the same height as Gimli. They spontaneously responded to the call, taking on dull weapons, even farm tools, not for glory or wealth, but solely for the lives of themselves and their families.

Fight for survival!

Their courage was commendable, but they had not received formal training and faced the arrogant Isengard army head-on, at this moment they all showed despair and fear.

There's nothing to blame them for. Even though Legolas and Gimli, two battle-hardened elites, had sweaty palms, the fact that they were standing here already made them heroes.

Rumble—

Lightning rolled through the dark clouds, and torrential rain poured down into the valley, extinguishing the torches of the Isengard army. Darkness enveloped the land, making the air even heavier.

The majestic Hornburg was now teetering precariously in the storm, like a swaying boat about to capsize at any moment, while the black torrent swallowing this small boat was the ever-advancing Isengard army below.

The thunderous footsteps drowned out the storm, and even the thunder in the sky seemed to lose some of its power.

Russell glanced at the old man behind him who was trembling with fear, and handed him the shield in his hand. There was only so much equipment, and very few militiamen were allocated shields.

Furthermore, given that both are militia members, it seems there's little choice between giving the shield to an elderly person or a middle-aged person.

The cruelty of war is everywhere!

The old man took Russell's shield, quickly expressed his gratitude, and then turned around and handed the shield to the boy beside him, receiving a wooden board in return.

Russell: "..."

I hate these kinds of scenes full of human compassion. It would be so much better if people were a little more Coldblood!

"Legolas, which is easier for us to defend the city, night or day?" Russell asked in a low voice.

"Daytime!"

Legolas replied confidently, "Humans are neither elves, nor Orcs, nor Uruk-hai. Their vision is severely impaired at night; some cannot even see. The darkness is disadvantageous for our defense. Moreover, Orcs fear sunlight and are limited in their strength during the day. I am certain they will launch an attack immediately."

Rumble!!!

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and amidst the deafening thunder, it illuminated Russell's pale face. He took out a black robe and put it on, revealing a pair of blue eyes that glowed like eerie will-o'-the-wisps.

The surrounding militiamen instinctively stepped back. Russell's appearance was creepy at night; he looked like a villain!

"Russell, what's wrong? Why did you suddenly change your clothes?" Gimli asked curiously.

"These clothes are waterproof!"

Russell wasn't telling the truth. He wore the black robe to cover his face because he was too handsome and lacked intimidation. This is a common problem for idols.

"Roar! Roar! Roar—"

The combined forces of Orcs and Uruk-hai halted a hundred meters away from Hornburg, striking the ground with their spears, pounding their breastplates, and roaring incessantly, spreading fear and eroding the morale of the defending soldiers.

Legolas snorted coldly, raised his hand to nock an arrow and draw his bow, intending to teach the enemy a lesson.

Russell raised his hand to stop the arrow. "Tell Théoden that tonight is just a drill to get everyone familiar with the atmosphere. Tomorrow is the day of the big battle."

"Russell, the choice is not in our hands. The orcs won't wait until tomorrow to start their attack," Legolas said speechlessly.

"Yes..."

Russell took out his trident and tucked it into his waistband. With Adamantium Blade in one hand and Peerless Blade in the other, he lightly leaped onto the city wall. "I think they look fierce, but they should be reasonable. Maybe if I talk to them nicely, they'll agree!"

"Russell, what are you doing? This is too dangerous!" Gimli and Legolas were shocked and rushed forward to drag Russell down.

Just then, a deafening roar of thunder suddenly erupted, and silver lightning flashed across the sky, carrying an awe-inspiring divine power that shook the city walls.

"With thunder and rain, I'd feel bad if I didn't show off a little..." Russell said, taking a step forward. Several streams of water rose from the ground, transforming into a palm that lifted him high into the air.

Gimli and Legolas were both stunned, when Russell's voice rang in their ears. "Tell Théoden, whatever you do, don't open the city gates, and don't come near me, people will Deadman!"

After saying this, Russell rode the water current down the castle.

"System, use 'Character Card: Liam Hartwell'!"

[Character Card: Liam Hartwell (Death Radius)]