The War of Words Before the Black Gate

As its name suggests, the Mouth of Sauron represents the will of its master, Sauron. This creature has a bizarre appearance, covered in a black robe and a mask, with its entire body completely covered except for its chin and its hideous, grotesque mouth.

It has the feel of a villain, so disgusting that it makes you want to shut up!

At first glance, it seems like we skipped lunch today; upon closer inspection, it seems like we skipped dinner too.

It's unclear what Sauron's purpose was in creating his representative who was even uglier than Orcs. Perhaps it was to intimidate people with fear, or perhaps this was simply his aesthetic sense.

Mouth of Sauron's disdainful tone revealed Sauron contempt for the 10,000-strong allied army. Unable to attract the attention of Eye of Sauron, Aragorn decided to say something, but his words lacked sharpness and fervor; he had few curses to utter. He hesitated, then looked at Gandalf.

Gandalf: "..."

What do you mean? You can't swear, but you think the white-robed man can?

Gandalf turned his head to the side, pretending not to see, and found that the entire Fellowship of the Ring, as well as Théoden, were looking at him with high hopes in their eyes, clearly having full confidence in him.

Gandalf: "..."

After thinking about the task assigned by the higher-ups, Gandalf stiffly turned his head back, thinking to himself that if Russell were here, he wouldn't need to step forward and stare expressionlessly at Mouth of Sauron: "Sauron is cunning, despicable, treacherous, vulgar, base, shameless, and filthy..."

Ten minutes later!

"Vulgar, shameless, worse than a beast..."

Aragorn and the others were dumbfounded. They had assumed the White Wizard, with his vast knowledge, would be a formidable verbal sparring master, but they were utterly mistaken. Gandalf's mechanical, deliberate rant, delivered with the calmness of stating facts and without a single repeated word, far surpassed the realm of mere prowess.

"Indecent, offensive, short and concise..."

"Shut up!"

Mouth of Sauron snarled, interrupting Gandalf. He hadn't interrupted Gandalf at first because he wanted to see how much the renowned white wizard had to say, and then take the opportunity to mock him when he ran out of things to say.

Unexpectedly, Gandalf talked for ten minutes straight without repeating himself, and he got more and more excited as he talked, especially the last three. What were those things?

Mouth of Sauron, unable to contain his anger any longer, pointed at Gandalf's nose, trembling with rage. "White Wizard, who gave you the audacity to slander my master in Mordor?"

Gandalf breathed a sigh of relief and said after a moment, "Tell your master that the army of Mordor must be disbanded, and he must leave this land and never return."

"Heh heh, old man, listen to me carefully..." Mouth of Sauron laughed urgently, "The army of Mordor is right here. Not only will they not disband, but they will soon wipe you out. What can you do about it?"

Gandalf scoffed. "Then I'll continue my tirade: Sauron is indistinguishable from beasts, and he engages in close combat with Orcs..."

"Shut up!!"

As Mouth of Sauron roared in fury, a red beam of light swept across from afar. Gandalf's inhumanly sharp words enraged the Lord Sauron, who turned his furious gaze toward him and fixed it on him.

"The white robe... Gandalf..."

A thunderous, deafening sound erupted, rolling endlessly across the sky and earth. Anyone could hear it: Sauron hated Gandalf to the core; tearing him apart would be the least of his worries.

Attracting Sauron's attention meant the tactic had worked, allowing Russell and Frodo to advance unimpeded and easily destroy the One Ring.

The crowd was secretly delighted, but outwardly they were all extremely terrified. "Gandalf, stop talking, you'll die."

"Yes, Gandalf, stop talking!"

"Stop talking..."

The implication is that they should keep talking, keep talking, and keep talking so that the Eye of Sauron remains in the direction of the Black Gate, giving Russell enough time.

Gandalf's back was soaked with cold sweat. While the others did not react, he felt the pressure exerted by Sauron. His shoulders felt as if they were carrying mountains, and his old back was about to collapse.

The mature Maiar never easily revealed her weakness, and continued her provocations. Gandalf, under immense pressure, managed to move his lips. He could no longer speak, but that didn't matter. The white-robed wizard had traveled Middle-earth, possessing vast knowledge of history and the world; even if he couldn't speak, he could still use gestures.

Gandalf effortlessly executed complex and varied gestures, his ten fingers displaying a myriad of patterns, each imbued with profound meaning. His movements were slow due to the pressure, but to onlookers, it appeared calm and composed, displaying the composure of a great general even when facing the Dark Lord Sauron.

No wonder he's Gandalf the White!

Everyone was filled with admiration and felt inferior, realizing they could only understand a portion of Gandalf's gestures.

It's understandable if you don't understand. If you were to categorize these people by age... cough cough, by experience, Boromir and Théoden would be in preschool, not worth mentioning. Aragorn and Gimli would barely be considered first year, and even Legolas is only third year.

Gandalf, on the other hand, was already an expert professor who had written books and biographies!

"Kill him!"

The sound of thunder echoed, and Sauron, enraged, immediately ordered Gandalf to be executed at the Black Gate.

Rumble!!

"Kill! Kill! Kill—"

Sauron's army, which had been lying in ambush in the mountains surrounding the Black Gate, charged out. Aragorn raised his Holy Sword and Mouth of Sauron. Only then did he realize with astonishment that there were countless tunnels and caves in the mountains on both sides of the Black Gate, and a dense army of Orcs was pouring in, more than ten times the size of the combined forces of the two countries.

"Warriors of Gondor, warriors of Rohan, my brothers!"

The group responsible for the negotiations returned to the allied ranks. Aragorn raised his blood-stained Holy Sword: "Perhaps one day, humanity will be defeated, perhaps one day, the age of humanity will fall apart, but it will never be this day..."

"Grasp your weapons firmly, and spread glory across this land..."

"Kill!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill—"

As the bugle sounds, the camera zooms out to the distance, where two torrents slowly approach each other.

On Russell's side, the instant the Eye of Sauron fixed its gaze on the distant horizon, he immediately whistled to summon the Great Eagles. Although the Great Eagles sensed the hostility in Russell's eyes and instinctively wanted to distance itself, it could not disobey Gandalf's orders and sped from beyond the distant mountains, carrying Russell and Frodo straight to Mount Doom.

The Great Eagles flew extremely fast. Russell observed that its arms flapped powerfully, its flesh... well, its muscles were firm, and its feathers were as sharp as knives. He estimated that the Great Eagles was probably the fastest flying race on the Middle-earth.

Suddenly, hundreds of dark figures took flight from the edge of the Mount Doom, their enormous wings casting endless shadows as terrifying howls echoed.

"Oh no, it's a Winged Dragon tamed by Mordor!"

Russell realized the situation was tricky. Hundreds of dragons blocked the sky and were closing in on them in an encirclement. No matter how fast the Great Eagles flew, it could not break through.

"Descend and fly close to the ground."

Russell acted quickly, crouching behind the Great Eagles and pressing down on Frodo's shoulder to make him hold on tight so he wouldn't fall.

However, the low-altitude area was not safe either. The stone statues standing on the edge of the Mount Doom crumbled into dust and came to life, swarming like locusts, flapping their wings and surrounding the Great Eagles.

It resembles a twisted human Evil Spirit, with wings on its back, sharp teeth and claws, and is extremely aggressive; it is a gargoyle!

Ambushes were set up both high and low in the sky, and rows of heavily armored Orcs troops emerged from the ground, pouring out of the crevices and caves, blocking the way like a tidal wave in the blink of an eye.

Russell was alarmed. The defensive forces Sauron had deployed at Mount Doom were astonishing; the Great Eagles couldn't possibly break through them. Worst of all, the Eye of Sauron could turn around at any moment, and if that giant eye unleashed a powerful area-of-effect attack, a plane crash would be inevitable.

"Russell, we're surrounded, what should we do?" Frodo's face was pale as he gripped the necklace he wore with the One Ring tightly.

"Let's go down, the sky is too dangerous..."

Russell narrowed his eyes, patted the Great Eagles's shoulder as it swooped down to the ground, grabbed Frodo, and leaped off the ground. After rolling a few times, he got up and charged towards Mount Doom.

Ahead, the Orcs army brandished its weapons and roared as it surrounded them.

"System, equip 'Character Card: No-Face' and overwrite the skin!"

[Host equipped with 'Character Card: No-Face', confirming overlay on character skin, countdown 180 seconds, start time.]

Three minutes... is enough!