Along with the dazzling light and fireworks, the Orc army began to fall into chaos. The huge explosion was mixed with shock waves that spread out in all directions, like a wave breaking the formation of the Half-Orcs. Before these ugly monsters could react, a sword light flashed through the smoke and cut all the monsters in front of them in half. Then, countless cavalrymen rushed out of the smoke and pounced on the orc army in front of them.
The Rohan Cavalrymen were like a sharp knife that pierced into the Orc army and violently tore them in half. The Orcs couldn't resist the fierce impact at all. In an instant, they turned into a pile of scattered sand and fled desperately.
"Chase them into the river!"
The old king waved the sword in his hand in high spirits and roared loudly.
"Protect the city! Line up …!"
Boom — — —!
Just as the Rohan Cavalrymen reorganized their formation and prepared to launch another wave of attacks to completely destroy the Orcs, a deep sound of war drums came from the back of the battlefield. Then, everyone saw several huge figures slowly emerging from the smoke and dust behind the fleeing Orcs.
They were war elephants as tall as four to five stories. On the backs of these war elephants, Haradrim soldiers painted with war tattoos beat the war drums and controlled the war elephants to advance in large strides.
"…"
Seeing this scene, the old king's expression suddenly became serious. These war elephants were really too terrifying. Not to mention their long tusks and thick limbs, just the height of these war elephants alone was enough to make people afraid. Even if the Rohan Cavalrymen were mounted on warhorses, they were only as tall as the war elephants' legs. Facing such monsters, even the most valiant Cavalrymen would have a hard time dealing with them.
"… Reorganize the formation!"
But now was not the time to retreat. The old King roared again. Shortly after, the horn sounded and the Cavalrymen retreated once again. They reorganized their formation and prepared to charge at the war elephants again.
However, the moment the old King was about to give the order to charge, suddenly, a thunderous boom sounded from the ground.
"Bam!"
Accompanied by this loud sound, everyone saw that the head of the war elephant that was the size of a room instantly exploded. At the next moment, that war elephant fell to the ground like a tumbling rock, smashing onto the ground together with the person it was riding on.
Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound and saw Fangzheng sitting on a motorcycle not far away. At the same time, his right hand was holding a black metal pipe that was even longer than his entire body. At the front of the pipe, there were plumes of green smoke.
Fangzheng chuckled at the gazes of the old king and the others. Then, he raised the Barrett in his hand again and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!!!"
With the sound of gunfire, another elephant's head exploded like a balloon. Then, Fangzheng pulled the bolt and loaded the gun again. He aimed and pulled the trigger.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!! "
Soon, one elephant after another fell to the ground. The rest of the war elephants began to become restless. Some tried to run forward, while others tried to escape. But Fangzheng did not care what they thought. He just held the Barrett in his hand and blew up the elephant herd one by one like he was shooting at a target.
In just a few seconds, the elephant herd, which was a fatal threat to the cavalry, was immediately wiped out.
But this did not make the Orc army give up on the idea of attacking Minas Tirith. Soon, there was a sharp whistle, and several dark figures flew out of the cloud-covered sky and rushed towards the cavalrymen on the ground.
"Leave the Ringwraiths to me. You guys deal with the rest!"
Fangzheng retracted the Barrett and pulled out the greatsword from Fenrir's side armour. At the same time, he shouted to the old King. The old King nodded, raised the longsword in his hand, and swung it forward with all his might.
"Cavalry of Rohan, charge!!!"
The cavalry set off again, charging towards the fleeing Orc army. At the same time, Fangzheng turned the chariot around and met the Ringwraiths who had descended from the sky.
"Come on, son of a bitch! Let's fight to our heart's content!! "
Looking at the Ringwraiths in front of him, Fangzheng showed a smug smile. He was already thinking about how to cook these idiots.
However, what Fangzheng did not expect was that the Ringwraiths did not pounce on him directly like before. On the contrary, when the Ringwraiths saw Fangzheng rushing towards them, they tacitly took a detour and rushed towards the Rohan cavalry in front of them!
"…???"
Fangzheng held the greatsword in his hand and looked at the Ringwraiths who flew around him and rushed towards the Rohan cavalry. His face was full of question marks.
What's going on?
Are you looking down on me?
Damn, how can I tolerate this!?
"Son of a bitch, you're courting death!"
Fangzheng flew into a rage when he realized that he was ignored by the Ringwraiths. He threw away the greatsword in his hand and grabbed a Hydra missile launcher from the air. Fangzheng placed it on his shoulder, aimed at the Ringwraiths in the air, and pulled the trigger.
"Come down here and die!"
Miniature missiles whizzed out, split up rapidly, and locked onto the targets in front of him. The Ringwraiths had obviously not experienced the war of the high-tech era. Facing the whistling miniature missiles, the Ringwraiths did not react at all. Fangzheng even saw one of the Ringwraiths slashing at the Hydra missile!
Naturally, the result was predictable.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of sparks exploded in the air. Then, the charred and tattered Ringwraiths fell from the sky together with the Ringwraiths on their backs.
But Fangzheng would not let it end like this. It would be a joke if the Ringwraiths could fall to their deaths. So, he hurriedly activated the Fenrir and rushed towards the Ringwraiths.
The poor Ringwraiths were almost unresponsive to Fangzheng's attack. Although the Ringwraiths would not fall to their deaths, falling from such a high altitude still made them dizzy. They struggled to get up from the corpses of their mounts and before they even had the time to check the situation of the battlefield, Fangzheng drove the Fenrir past them. The flaming blade extended forward in a straight line, slicing everything in its path.
In just a short while, all the Ringwraiths were swept clean by Fangzheng. As for which one was the leader of the Ringwraiths … Yes, Fangzheng didn't pay much attention to it. Anyway, it was just a matter of a slash to him.
Strictly speaking, Fangzheng was considered quite restrained in this world. He didn't even use his magic and abilities much. Previously, when facing Saruman's Orc army, Fangzheng used the Lightning Storm created by the Weather Controller. And when facing Sauron's army, he only used some ordinary military weapons. Only when facing the Ringwraiths did Fangzheng summon the First Flame.
If it weren't for the fear that Astor and Lestia would fight with the Frostmourne, Fangzheng wouldn't even need to summon the First Flame. He could just use the Frostmourne to subdue the Ringwraiths.
After all, no matter if it was Sauron or the Ringwraiths, they basically relied on strong souls and mental strength. This was the best for the Frostmourne.
But it was a pity that considering Lestia and Astor's feelings, Fangzheng gave up the option of summoning the Frostmourne to battle.
After all, the war of the Lord of the Rings wasn't a big deal, but the war of the harem was.
Fangzheng imagined that after this battle, the Frostmourne would definitely protest against him.
To be honest … this is really troublesome.
At this thought, Fangzheng felt a headache coming on.
Might as well learn from Sauron and use the Three Swords Style.
After the Ringwraiths were wiped out, Sauron's army finally collapsed completely. The Rohan Cavalrymen forced the Orcs to retreat to the riverbank. The Orcs only had two choices: either drown or be hacked to death by the Cavalrymen. Well, of course, the ending was more or less the same.
Although some Orcs tried to resist, the Rohan Cavalrymen charged back and forth and the Orcs were completely defeated. Most of the Orcs were driven into the river and swallowed by the cold water. The rest died on the riverbank, and even the river was dyed red.
So when Aragorn led his Undead Army down the river in high spirits and arrived at the riverbank, he saw the Rohan Cavalrymen resting here, and Fangzheng having an outdoor barbecue at the pier.
Upon seeing Aragorn, Fangzheng smiled and waved at him.
"Oh, you're late."
This was undoubtedly a very embarrassing scene for Aragorn. He had spent so much effort to persuade the Undead Army to act with him to rescue Minas Tirith, but he didn't expect that the battle would already be over by the time they arrived.
But fortunately, at least Aragorn had commanded the Undead Army to destroy the pirate army that came from the waterway. Otherwise, he would have died of depression.
Although Sauron's army had collapsed and Minas Tirith was successfully saved, for Gandalf and the others, things were not over yet.
Until now, there was still no news from the Hobbit with the One Ring, which made them very anxious.
"The dark forces are growing."
Gandalf paced back and forth anxiously in the palace with a solemn expression, but Aragorn shook his head.
"If Sauron gets the ring, we'll know."
"It's only a matter of time."
Gandalf was not reassured by this.
"Although he was defeated this time, the enemy is regrouping in Mordor. There are thousands of Orcs between Frodo and Mount Doom. There's no hope. "
"In that case, I have an idea."
Hearing this, Fangzheng chuckled.
"Since the biggest problem now is the thousands of Orcs, let's make them no longer a problem."
"… What you mean is …"
"There's an old saying in my hometown, 'It's impolite not to reciprocate.' Sauron sent so many people to attack Minas Tirith from afar, so I think we should reciprocate. How about we send an army to attack Mordor? "
"Are you kidding me?"
Gandalf shook his head in response to Fangzheng's proposal.
"Gondor can't afford to send so many people. Besides, Sauron's power is everywhere in Mordor …"
"But I'm not a weakling, Gandalf."
Fangzheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Gandalf.
"Saruman's army is only so-so. Do you think Sauron is stronger than him?"
"…"
Hearing this, Gandalf suddenly remembered the Orc army in Helm's Deep that was also turned into charcoal by the lightning storm. He was speechless.
"It's decided then!"
Aragorn clapped his hands.
"We need to attract Sauron's attention to create an opportunity for Frodo. Create a diversion! Even if we can't destroy them, we need to divert their attention! "
"Don't worry, leave it to me. It won't be a problem."
Fangzheng snapped his fingers.
"Of course, the premise is that Sauron isn't crazy enough to block Mount Doom. Otherwise, that Frodo won't be able to cast the spell unless he can drill holes."
"…"
Hearing this, everyone was stunned.
(End of Chapter)
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