Everyone, Attack Together

"Gandalf, this is not what you said!"

Treebeard asked in surprise, "What happened to the ferocity of the orc alliance? What happened to the slim chances of victory for the Rohan?"

It looks completely the opposite; the orcs are crying and screaming, being Carnage by humans... no, it's clearly torture.

The Treebeard shuddered. Humans are so cruel!

Gandalf: (˙灬˙)

You ask me? Who should I ask?

Gandalf was speechless. He also wanted to know what had happened and why the war had turned out this way.

His sharp gaze swept across the battlefield, revealing that Isengard's 30,000-strong allied army had suffered a crushing defeat, now numbering less than 10,000. Their expressions were dejected, their morale shattered to the point of collapse, a stark contrast to their former ruthlessness.

The orcs were terrified and, even though the pursuers behind them were far fewer in number, they did not have the courage to turn around and fight back.

Just then, an Orcs saw the 300 Ents emerging from the forest and immediately screamed, "We're doomed! It's a mage! It's a mage!"

After shouting, the Orcs let out a howl, his expression stiffened, and he fell backward, terrified to death.

Gandalf: "..."

"How terrifying, it's a mage!"

"Run! The mage is coming!!"

"..."

The orcs cried out in despair and turned to charge at the Rohan Cavalry, preferring to die under the sword rather than flee towards Gandalf.

"Gandalf, you are truly amazing! You have managed to instill such fear in the orcs. Look at them, some of them have even been scared to death by you!" Treebeard exclaimed repeatedly, almost shouting himself hoarse.

No, this has little to do with me; it was another mage who did it!

Gandalf roughly guessed the reason, but being a mature Maiar, he silently nodded in response to Treebeard's astonishment. "To be honest, I didn't expect it either. It's probably because Saruman slandered me that the Orcs are so afraid..."

"Gandalf, you're back?" A fast horse stopped. It was Eomer. He laughed and said, "You've come at just the right time. The orc army of Isengard was utterly terrified by the mage Russell. We won a great victory at the Battle of Helm's Deep."

"I'm not going to talk to you anymore. Théoden a bounty: the warrior who kills the most enemies will receive Rohan's best warhorse. I'm going to earn some merit!" Eomer spurred his horse and galloped off, howling like a banshee as he joined the Carnage of Orcs.

Treebeard: "Gandalf, Saruman did not slander you."

Gandalf was embarrassed when his attempt to show off failed and he was exposed on the spot. However, being a mature Maiar with an astonishingly thick skin, he changed the subject, saying, "Treebeard, Rohan has defeated the Orc army. Now it's your time for revenge. Let's follow them to Isengard and settle accounts with Saruman."

Upon hearing the name of their enemy Saruman, Treebeard indeed did not pursue the matter further and instead rallied the Ents to head towards Isengard.

Meanwhile, Gandalf suddenly remembered something annoying: Rohan's best warhorse...

It's just his horse!

Thump! Thump! Thump—

Under the blazing sun, thousands of orcs, like walking corpses, were driven toward Isengard. Of the 30,000-strong army, some had died and others had fled; the rest were all here.

Three hundred Ents and Rohan Cavalry formed an alliance, creating a mighty army to fight their common enemy— Saruman!

The rapid shift in the situation, with the exchange of offense and defense, greatly boosted morale. More than two thousand cavalrymen were eager to charge into Isengard and fight Saruman to the death.

"Gandalf, why do you look so pale?" Russell asked in confusion. Gandalf's greatest threat, Saruman, was about to die. He should at least be beaming with joy, if not smiling broadly.

Gandalf was frustrated because the script had been altered by the actors without his permission, which prevented the arrival of the king, which he had planned for many years, from taking place. He had even prepared the cool lines and costumes.

But he was a mature Maiar and wouldn't tell Russell that his bad mood was because he had failed to show off. He coughed lightly and said, "Saruman has fallen into darkness, which has led to him reaping the consequences of his actions today. Evil people get their just desserts and are not worth pitying. But when I think about how we were once as close as brothers, and now we are facing each other with swords drawn, I feel terrible."

Russell said expressionlessly, "You two have such a good relationship. So, for the final blow, will you stab me or will I?"

"I'll stab you!"

Gandalf blurted out, then realized he had spoken too quickly. Meeting Russell's teasing expression, he solemnly replied, "The age of the white robes must end with the white robes. This is God's will. Even though I am extremely unwilling, I must fulfill my responsibilities and obligations."

They talk a good game but they sing a better game!

Russell rolled his eyes. "But I've heard that Saruman is very powerful, and you've never gained the upper hand when you fight him."

This isn't meant to flatter Saruman, but rather to say that he is truly powerful. In terms of magical skill, he single-handedly shook the heavens, conjuring up thunder and blizzards out of thin air.

In addition, Saruman was a learned and shrewd man with a wide range of interests and a little knowledge of everything.

Unlike Gandalf, who relied on friends when he was out and about, he preferred to stay at home and dabble in unorthodox methods, which he surprisingly succeeded at.

In terms of biology, he created the Uruk-hai, a new race born specifically for war, who were even more powerful than Sauron's army.

In chemistry, he refined a magical version of high explosives, though the production volume was low and the research was still in its early stages. Otherwise, with this technology, he could have ruled the world.

Therefore, it is evident that if Saruman were given more time to build his power, his achievements would certainly surpass those of the Lord Sauron.

"Nonsense! Back then we were like-minded companions, so naturally we should always give way to him."

"Real?"

"Real!"

"Alright, since you're so confident, I'll just watch the show from here on out."

"Well, you can't say that..." Gandalf's brow twitched, and he looked at Russell seriously, imparting his philosophy of life that had traversed Middle-earth: "Saruman has degenerated and persecuted many races for his own selfish desires. There's no need to talk about morality with such an evil madman. Let's all attack him together."

Russell: "..."

By the afternoon, the army had reached Isengard Fortress, with its 60-meter-high black spire coming into view first.

Osankta!

The entire tower is a seamless whole, with no gaps in its structure, appearing as if it were naturally formed from top to bottom. Intricate magical runes outline its beautiful lines, occasionally reflecting colorful light under the sunlight.

An Orthanc that can be described as a miracle, one in the east and one in the Barad-dûr, echoing the Eye of Sauron in Barador. Although it does not have the grandeur of the Lord Sauron, it is still one of the most prominent symbols of Middle-earth, representing the authority of Saruman the White.

"Tsk tsk, this is the treatment a white-robed official should receive. Look at their house, and then look at that old geezer sleeping in a tent..." Russell fanned the flames from the side.

"Hmph, just material possessions!"

Gandalf was envious, but he didn't say anything. A mature Maiar should be frugal and avoid extravagance.

Having luxurious mansions and villas, wearing gold and silver, traveling in carriages and cars, and having tens of thousands of followers waving flags and shouting are all evil ways that corrupt people's hearts. They should not be taken!

Most importantly, the top leader doesn't like it!