We Won

The Uruk-hai force that they could not lift their heads. In a short time, they were routed, either killed on the spot or jumped into the underground canals to escape.

The second attack has been temporarily repelled!

Glancing at the dilapidated city gate, Aragorn knew that the next wave of attack would soon arrive. Unable to repel the enemy outside the gate, he hurriedly returned to the castle to begin repairing it.

As dusk fell and the fearsome sunlight faded, the Orcs legions joined the siege. The Dunlendings were almost entirely wiped out; looking down from the Deepstream Wall, the city was a dense Orcs and Uruk-hai.

This time, their attack was more ferocious than before. The orcs crowded the open space in front of the city wall, crashing against the Deep Creek Wall like a tide.

The defenders ran out of arrows and switched to using rolling logs and boulders to meet the enemy. Uh, there was still one man who hadn't run out of arrows.

Legolas!

His quiver has a reset function, and it will automatically refill after each battle.

From Rivendell to the Mines of Moria, from the Misty Mountains to the Kingdom of Rohan, Legolas never replenished his arrows, because the longbows of the elves were different from those of other races, such as the short arrows of the Orcs, which he could not use even if he picked them up.

Therefore, this is magic from the Elven race, so that archers will not die from running out of arrows!

Legolas could kill three or four Orcs with a single arrow, and under his leadership, the defenders fought fiercely, leaving mountains of corpses at the foot of Deep Creek Wall.

With logs and boulders exhausted, the orcish allied forces began to use their ladders and grappling hooks. They scaled the city walls and engaged in the most brutal hand-to-hand combat with the defending troops.

Russell, on the other hand, calmly and patiently tormented the three Ringwraiths. As they continued to resurrect, their strength also declined like the receding tide. From dusk until now, their strength had regressed to a level comparable to that of ordinary Uruk-hai soldiers.

Russell also realized that the three Ringwraiths' mission was to hold him back and prevent him from joining the battle to defend the city.

Several shifty-eyed Uruk-hai, carrying two large jars, stealthily crept along the valley wall toward Hornburg. Just as Russell looked up, three Ringwraiths roared and launched a suicidal attack on him.

Russell sneered, and with a sweep of his Peerless Blade, he cut three Ringwraiths in half at the waist. Electric Arc crackled around him, and a Silver-white Giant Wolf pounced out, instantly rushing to the front of the few shifty-eyed Uruk-hai.

A burst of white light!

Rumble!!!

With a deafening roar, a fireball tens of meters in diameter shot into the sky, and visible shockwaves spread across the ground. The shockwaves swept in all directions, as if the entire valley trembled.

The violent explosion sent hundreds of Orcs flying, and a gap the width of a person cracked open in the valley cliffs, with rubble falling and burying half of the valley.

The loud noise, amplified by the valley's unique environment, became deafening. Both the defenders of Hornburg and the frantically attacking orc alliance instinctively stopped and looked in the direction of the explosion.

"Holy crap, what the hell is this? TNT?"

Russell stood up, leaning on his Peerless Blade. He knew Saruman had a trump card to breach the city, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful. The silly couple stood there, almost killed by the shockwave.

Magic Power coursed through his body, Hui Tailang Tattoo slowly repaired his damaged internal organs. Russell grinned as he looked at the fallen Nightmare at his feet, thinking to himself that this attempt at showing off had been a complete failure, even costing him his spare ingredients.

"Oh oh oh————"

"Victory is certain! Victory is certain—"

The shouts from Hornburg were deafening. The soldiers guarding the city raised their weapons and cheered. The mage Russell had unleashed another powerful attack, directly collapsing half of the valley. He was truly amazing.

Hundreds of Orcs died instantly, countless others were seriously or lightly wounded, and over a thousand were rendered incapable of fighting. Fear flashed in the eyes of the surviving orcs, who were driven off the city walls by the roused defenders. All the hard-won gains were lost.

Although he didn't know what had happened, when he heard someone calling his name, Russell, as the only living person in the area affected by the explosion, instinctively straightened his back.

Many years ago, truth and lies were bathing in a river. Lies finished first, put on truth's clothes, and left, but truth refused to wear lies' clothes.

Later, people only saw the lies dressed in real clothes and refused to accept the naked truth!

Russell knew this principle well, and understood that no matter how he explained, no one would believe him. So he gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, reluctantly taking on the infamous reputation of the executioner.

Yes, I did it!

The orcs looked at Russell in terror. Faced with such a powerful enemy, they saw no chance of victory. Morale plummeted, the momentum of the siege faltered, and without any orders from their commander, they turned and fled wildly out of the valley.

The Isengard coalition was repelled, but their courage remained in Hornburg. Even if they were given another 30,000 troops, they would not dare to set foot in the valley again.

"We won! We've won!"

"The orcs have been driven away! Long live the Kingdom of Rohan!"

"Long live the Mage!!!"

"..."

Torches were raised high on the city walls, Théoden decisively ordered the 300 cavalrymen inside the castle to attack and deliver a finishing blow to the Isengard army. At the same time, he sent men to the plains, ordering 2,000 cavalrymen to arrive by the next morning and drive the orcs back to Isengard in one fell swoop.

As dawn breaks and the morning sun shines down, the shadows of the trees in the forest are heavy. If you look closely, you will find that these giant trees are moving on their own.

It was Gandalf, who arrived outside the valley with 300 Ents reinforcements, and he had 30 seconds left to enter the battlefield.

"Treebeard, can you go any faster?" Gandalf, sitting on the shoulders of the Ents leader, couldn't help but urge him on.

He found his old friend Treebeard three days ago, but the Ents are incredibly slow. It took them a whole day and night just to hold a meeting of leaders and exchange greetings.

"Hehehe, Gandalf, no need to rush, we have already arrived at the battlefield," Treebeard said slowly, his leisurely manner suggesting he might pass away at any moment.

"No, we've come all this way and we still can't hear any sounds of fighting. I'm worried..."

"Don't worry, they'll definitely hold out until you get back," Treebeard reassured him.

"I hope so..." Gandalf glanced at Treebeard with a hint of resentment. The Ents were just too slow, otherwise he wouldn't be so worried. "Treebeard, in the upcoming battle, make sure your people are careful."

"What's wrong?"

Gandalf's expression turned serious. "The alliance of Orcs and Uruk-hai are exceptionally ferocious. They are bloodthirsty and fearless. They will not lose their courage to fight just because you are big. They will only hurt you with even more ferocious charges."

"Oh, that's terrible!"

"Yes, a coalition of 30,000 orcs. The Rohan's chances of defeating them are too slim." Gandalf said worriedly, adding, "They are certainly brave, but the difference in strength is too obvious."

"Waaaaahh..."

As the two were talking, the Rohan horn suddenly sounded across the plain in front of the valley. Gandalf was shocked. "Oh no! Hornburg Keep has fallen! The Rohan are breaking out!"

"Oh, then we'd better hurry..."

The 300 Ents quickened their pace and left the forest.

Directly ahead, a densely packed orcish coalition was charging—no, it was fleeing—running towards Isengard. The orcs' eyes were filled with terror; they abandoned their armor and weapons, crying as they ran.

The Rohan, whom Gandalf described as having "scarce chances of winning," were as ferocious as wolves, brandishing their butcher knives and slaughtering the fleeing orcs.

"Hahaha, run! If you don't run, my knife will come down!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill them all! Don't let a single one escape!"

"I've run out of arrows! Does anyone have any left? Give me a whole stack!"

"Hahaha, the 12th Orcs, I'm going to win!"

Gandalf: "..."

Treebeard: "..."