Would Gandalf the White Lie to You?

The capital city of Minas Tirith!

The magnificent white city built against the mountain is exceptionally grand, with its indestructible towering stone walls, mithril gates, and seven-story tiered structure. It is the most proud super fortress of the human race on the Middle-earth, and it fears no enemy unless the heavens and earth collapse.

Of course, this is just wishful thinking, since daydreaming isn't illegal!

Putting everything else aside, the magical gunpowder Saruman created alone would be enough to break through the walls of the capital. One hammer blow could create a crack, and seven layers of walls would be nothing more than seven hammer blows away; the capital could be taken in half a day.

Unfortunately Saruman offended Gandalf and was exiled. Nobody knows where he is now!

The capital was shrouded in smoke, its pristine white walls charred black by the flames. Regent Boromir stood atop the highest point of the capital, overlooking the vast Pelennor Fields, his face etched with worry, utterly at a loss.

Boromir became regent, Denethor II died suddenly from drinking in the first half of the night, and Boromo succeeded to the throne in the second half of the night.

Although the matter was suspicious, the generals in the capital did not think much of it. Regent Denesser was diligent and honest in his early years, but became stubborn and self-willed in middle age, and greedy for power in his old age. He was becoming more and more confused. Apart from the generals who were loyal to him, the majority of people were dissatisfied with him.

Everyone thinks it's a good thing to have a new leader!

Even the generals loyal to Denether didn't think much of it; could a son really harm his father?

Boromir was brave and resourceful, deeply loved by his soldiers, and enjoyed great prestige in the capital. As the first in line to the throne, he easily became the new regent.

"Gandalf, can we hold out until Aragorn returns with reinforcements?" Boromir asked anxiously.

The capital of Gondor is facing an unprecedented crisis. On the Pelennor Fields, a dark mass of orcs are lined up in neat rows. As night approaches, the Orcs light torches, and in an instant, it seems as if the entire plain is ablaze.

Its fierce and malevolent aura soared to the heavens, transforming into dark clouds that covered the sky, dimming even the moonlight.

Boromir scratched his head in annoyance. The former regent, who was also his own father, had not thought of calling for reinforcements before the capital was besieged. Instead, he waited for death in despair, causing panic among the soldiers and civilians in the city.

Denether's will was broken by Sauron. He took a pessimistic view of the war, believing that the capital would be breached and all resistance would be futile. He prepared to drag everyone down with him.

Even if his father had a thousand faults, he, as the son, could not say them outright. He sighed and groaned, feeling extremely uncomfortable. When he looked at the sacred white tree behind him, he felt even more uncomfortable.

The withering of the sacred white tree, representing the Western royal family, seemed to foreshadow the end of Gondor's road!

"Boromir, during the Battle of Helm's Deep, everyone thought we were doomed to defeat, but we won and annihilated Isengard's army. Now, the walls of the capital are ten times stronger than those of Hornburg. What reason do we have to lose?"

Gandalf stroked his white beard, looking completely in control. Because he was a mature Maiar, it was hard to tell whether his words were true or false.

"The signal has been lit. King Théoden and Aragorn have sworn an oath, and upon seeing the signal, they will surely gather a large army to come to our aid..." Boromir pursed his lips at this point, "But Aragorn hasn't returned yet. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to do this?"

King Théoden swore that if Aragorn became King of Gondor and lit the beacon, he would lead his army to fight for the Western royal family. But at present, no one knows where Aragorn is. It was he and his brother Faramir who lit the beacon.

Boromir is a political newcomer, not yet toughened up enough to be shameless, and feels that deceiving the allies is somewhat inappropriate!

"Hahaha, Boromir, you're overthinking it."

Gandalf said with a smile, "King Théoden was just trying to save face. When Rohan was in crisis, your father didn't send troops to help. King Théoden didn't say this, he wouldn't be able to explain it to his people."

"Real?"

"Of course, would I, Gandalf the White, lie to you?"

Boromir: (_)

"Um!?"

"Haha, Gandalf, you certainly wouldn't lie to me, you're not Russell... Haha!" Boromir chuckled twice, taking the opportunity to make fun of Russell, knowing that Gandalf liked to hear this.

"Yes, that's it!"

Dusk has passed, and darkness has enveloped the earth.

On the Pelennor Fields, torches coalesced into a long line, then stretched into a sea of fire, as rows of Orcs began their charge toward the capital.

Everyone in Middle-earth knows that Orcs are strongest at night, so the impending siege is bound to be incredibly dangerous.

The soldiers of the capital gripped their weapons, and the residents spontaneously organized themselves, climbing the city walls to share the burden of the defenders. They were terrified, but behind them were their wives and children. The Orcs were ruthless by nature, and they had nowhere to retreat. Knowing they were going to their deaths, they still came.

While a desperate army may not guarantee victory, it definitely increases the chances of defending the city!

If Russell were the commander of the Orcs, he would never have set up an impenetrable fortress outside the capital; he would have left one side open for the defenders to break through.

As long as there is a way out, the soldiers and civilians of the capital have hope. With hope, they will not despair. Hoping to break through and escape, they will not be determined to defend the city to the death. Once morale is low, they will fall into disarray, and the difficulty for the Orcs to breach the city will be greatly reduced.

At that time, we'll give them a break and let them escape from the Pelennor Fields. Without the fortified city walls, these guys will be at our mercy!

Of course, if Russell could think of these things, Gandalf certainly could too: the old man patrolling the city walls every day, spreading the true lies of the Orcs' ferocity and Bloodlust.

In short, if the city falls, we all die together!

"Roar roar roar————"

Before the Orcs' attack could even begin, a sharp whistle came from the darkness in the distance, and nine enormous black shadows soared across the horizon.

Sauron's Ringwraiths, led by the Witch-king of Angmar, whose entire body was covered in black flames, possessed the most powerful aura; he was the commander of this battle.

The piercing roar of the Winged Dragon carried an aura of terror, chilling all the guards who heard its intimidating sound. Fear gripped their hearts, their hands and feet trembled as they dropped their weapons, many clutched their heads and let out shrill howls, and some even lost their will to fight, prostrating themselves on the ground, too afraid to move.

At this moment, war drums thundered outside the city, Orcs seized the opportunity to launch an attack on the city.

"Sauron's minions, retreat back into the darkness—"

A rumbling thunderclap resounded from the highest point of the capital, and a white light shot into the sky, like a small sun breaking through the darkness and dispelling the magical black clouds that shrouded the sky.

The light enveloped the capital, reflecting off the white city walls and illuminating the Pelennor Fields.

The holy light dispelled the fear and restored the courage of the defenders to fight, while the Orcs army below suffered greatly, with cries of agony filling the air and countless soldiers rolling on the ground, covering their eyes.

On the Anduin River, the waters surged, and 50 sailboats were carried swiftly by the crests of the waves.

"Aragorn, how much longer until we reach the capital?" Russell asked.

"At the current pace, barring any unforeseen circumstances, we should arrive by tomorrow morning..."