End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The strong orcs who were in charge of breaking the city were so overwhelmed by their aura that they couldn't lift their heads up. They were defeated in a short while, and were either beheaded on the spot, or jumped into the dark ditch to escape for their lives.

The second assault was temporarily repelled!

Glancing at the broken city gate, Aragorn knew that the next wave of offensive would come soon, and he could not retreat outside the gate, so he hurried back to the castle and started repairing the gate.

It was getting late, and without the fearful sunshine, the half-orc army joined the siege team. The Dunlanders are almost extinct. Looking down from the wall of the deep stream, there are densely packed orcs and orcs.

This time, their attack was more violent than before. The orcs crowded the open space in front of the city wall, like the tide, beating against the deep stream wall again and again.

The defenders ran out of arrows, and instead met the enemy with logs and boulders, uh, there was one man who missed all arrows.

Legolas!

His quiver has a reset function, and it will be filled automatically every time he finishes a battle.

From Rivendell to the mines of Moria, from the Misty Mountains to the Kingdom of Rohan, Legolas never replenished arrows, because the longbows of elves are different from other races, such as the short arrows of half-orcs. It doesn't work either.

Therefore, this is magic from the elves, and the archer will not die if he has no arrows to shoot!

Legolas could kill three or four orcs with one arrow. Under his leadership, the defenders fought ferociously, and the corpses piled up under the wall of the deep stream.

The logs and boulders were exhausted, and the long ladders and hook locks of the orc alliance began to come in handy. They climbed up the city wall and started the most brutal hand-to-hand combat with the blocking defenders.

...

On Russell's side, he abused the three ring spirits without haste. As they continued to be resurrected, their strength continued to decline like an ebb. From dusk to now, their strength has regressed to the same level as ordinary orc soldiers.

Russell also saw that the task of the three ring spirits was to hold him back and prevent him from joining the battle to defend the city.

Several evil-eyed orcs held two large tanks and sneaked towards the Horn Fort against the valley wall. As soon as Russell raised his eyes to look over, the three Ringwraiths roared and launched a suicide attack on him.

Luo Su sneered, and the Peerless Blade swept across, cutting off the three Ring Spirits at the waist. Electric arcs flickered all over his body, and a silver-white giant wolf pounced, rushing to the front of several rogue-eyed orcs in an instant.

White light blooms!

Rumble! ! !

Accompanied by an earth-shattering loud noise, a fireball tens of meters in diameter soared into the sky, air waves visible to the naked eye spread across the ground, and the shock wave swept in all directions, as if the entire valley trembled twice.

The violent explosion knocked hundreds of orcs into the air, and the cliffs of the valley opened a gap that was as wide as one person, and the rubble peeled off, burying half of the valley.

The loud noise, passing through the unique environment of the valley, was amplified to a deafening level. Whether it was the defenders of the Horn Fort or the crazy attacking orc alliance, they all subconsciously stopped and looked in the direction of the explosion.

"Fuck, what the hell is this, TNT?"

Russell stood up leaning on the Peerless Blade. He knew that Saruman had the trump card to break the city, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful. The silly couple stood there and almost died from the shock.

The magic power flowed through the whole body, and the Big Big Wolf tattoo slowly repaired the damaged internal organs. Russell grinned and looked at the dead Nightmare at his feet, secretly thinking that the pretense failed so much that he even paid for the spare ingredients.

"Oh oh oh----"

"Must win! Must win—"

The shouts from the Horn Fort were loud, and the soldiers guarding the city cheered with their weapons held high. Mage Russell magnified his move again, directly blowing up half of the valley, which was really amazing.

Hundreds of orcs died directly, with countless serious injuries and minor injuries, and more than a thousand people lost their combat effectiveness. Fear flashed in the eyes of the living orcs, and they were driven off the city wall by the morale-boosting defenders. All the hard-won gains were wasted.

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

Many years ago, the truth and the lie took a bath by the river, the lie washed first and left in the clothes of the truth,

Truth refuses to wear the clothes of lies.

Later, people only saw lies in real clothes, and they were unwilling to accept the naked truth!

Russell knew this truth very well, and understood that no one would believe him no matter how he explained it, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, wronging himself to bear the notoriety of an executioner.

Yes, I did it!

The orcs looked at Russell in horror. Facing such a powerful enemy, they could not see any possibility of victory. Morale dropped again and again, and the momentum of the siege was affected. Without an order from the commander, he turned around and ran out of the valley.

The Allied forces of Essinger were repelled, and their courage remained in Fort Horn. Even if they were given another 30,000 troops, they would not dare to step into the valley again.

"Win! We won!"

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

"Long live the mage!!!"

"..."

The torch was held high on the city wall, and Theoden decisively ordered that the 300 cavalry in the castle attack to make up for Isinger's army. At the same time, they sent people to the grassland and ordered 2,000 cavalry to arrive tomorrow morning to drive the orcs back to Isinger in one go.

...

At dawn, when the morning sun shines, there are many shadows in the forest. If you observe carefully, you will find that these giant trees are moving by themselves.

It was Gandalf. He rushed out of the valley with 300 treant reinforcements, and he had 30 seconds to transform into the battlefield.

"Treesbeard, can you go faster?" Gandalf sat on the shoulder of the tree leader and couldn't help urging.

He had found his old friend Treebeard three days ago, but tree people were so slow in their habits, it took a day and a night to convene a meeting of leaders and just to say hello to each other.

"Hehehe, Gandalf, don't worry, we have arrived at the battlefield." Treebeard said slowly, as if he would return home at any moment.

"No, I can't hear the sound of fighting even here, I'm worried..."

"Don't worry, they will definitely persist until you rush back." Treebeard persuaded.

"I hope so..." Gandalf looked at Treebeard with a slight resentment, the treeman was too slow, otherwise, he wouldn't have to be so worried: "Treebeard, let your people be careful in the next battle. "

"What's wrong?"

Gandalf's face turned serious: "The combined forces of Orcs and Orcs are extremely brutal, they are bloodthirsty and fearless, they will not lose their courage to fight just because you are big, they will only use more violent charges to hurt you. "

"Oh, it's really terrible!"

"That's right, the 30,000 orc coalition army, the chances of the Rohanites winning against them are too slim." Gandalf was worried, and added: "They are certainly brave, but the gap in strength... is too obvious."

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

While the two were talking, Rohan's horn sounded suddenly on the plain in front of the valley, and Gandalf was shocked: "Oops, the Horn Fort has fallen, and the people of Rohan are breaking through!"

"Oh, then we have to hurry up..."

The 300 tree people quickened their pace and walked out of the forest.

Directly ahead, the densely packed orc coalition forces are charging, no, they are fleeing, fleeing in the direction of Essinger. The orcs' eyes were full of panic, they threw away their helmets and armor, and ran while crying.

The Rohirrians, who Gandalf said had "a slim chance of winning", looked ferocious like wolves, wielding butcher knives to hunt and kill the fleeing orcs.

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

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill them all, don't let any one go!"

"My arrows are all gone, whoever still has arrows, give me a stack!"

"Wahhaha, the 12th half-orc, I'm going to win!"

Gandalf: "..."

Treebeard: "..."