"What are those? Fireworks created by Saruman?" Gandalf looked solemnly at the extremely fast enchanted missiles.

In fact, Saruman created this thing based on fireworks.

If you just spray black powder into the sky, it would be meaningless. However, the surface of these metal pillars is like the giant crossbow arrows with "locking tracking" and "accelerated armor breaking" magic. Isn't that the Middle-earth version of infrared guidance?

Missiles!

Whoosh whoosh~

In an instant, the bright night sky was occupied by dragon-slaying weapons with extremely terrifying killing power. Under the guidance of magic, Chu Xin was besieged without exception.

call!

Chu Xin was also very brave and faced the charge confidently.

But the amplitude and frequency of his wing beats were extremely terrifying. Aragorn and others in White City felt that their eardrums were buzzing and their brains were almost shattered.

Cicadas throughout the hot summer!

"What is he doing?" Boromir covered his ears tightly, his facial features almost tangled together.

"Perform magic." Gandalf explained, patting Boromir's hands and motioning for him to open his mouth.

Buzz——

In an instant, the magic runes on the bone wings bloomed, and several exaggerated cyan magic wind blades spurted across.

In one encounter, all the giant crossbow arrows were intercepted and chopped into pieces.

Bang bang bang!

The magic missiles collided immediately, causing a huge explosion.

In terms of power, one is comparable to the ten explosive arrows of the Orc Legion.

Whizzing!

However, a dozen of them still passed through the gap between the wind blades and blasted straight towards Chu Xin.

A mouthful of dragon flame spurted out, detonating two-thirds of it, and the rest came around from behind.

call!

Determine location based on airflow.

The long tail that unfolds the reinforced bone scales swings, hooks, and flicks.

Several magic missiles were pierced through the waist and did not have time to explode.

Bang——

One of them hit Chu Xin's back.

"It seems that I overestimated their power~ There seems to be no need to be prepared."

Chu Xin's figure was revealed unharmed, not to mention his broken arms and legs, not even any conspicuous traces were left.

The enemy is making progress, how can he stay still?

"If Saruman and the others were given more time, I'd be curious if they would come up with a magic cannon~"

Chu Xin was thinking blindly and at the same time dived downwards at high speed.

Flap your wings!

Buzz——

The wind blade fell like a huge sky curtain, instantly cutting a ravine on the ground, causing heavy casualties to the artillery regiment.

The trolls also tried to launch a counterattack, but Chu Xin would not give them this time.

The dragon's flames fell, and all of Saruman's hard work turned into scrap metal.

As the Mordor Artillery Corps was destroyed by Chu Xin, the victory of the Battle of White City, which determined the fate of mankind, was also declared.

Aragorn led his troops to charge without hesitation. The soldiers who followed him did not realize that he was not their general Boromir. Obviously, Aragorn's performance completely impressed all the soldiers, including Poirot who followed closely behind with a helpless expression.

Mir.

One side's morale is at an all-time high, and the other's army is in disarray. What follows is a unilateral, sweeping massacre.

"Old friend, our alliance will break up sooner or later without you~" Gandalf came to Chu Xin's side with a smile.

However, he found that Chu Xin did not respond, but looked north in the distance.

"The card of the Spirit of the Wild is broken." Chu Xin said quietly to himself, and couldn't help but wonder who had that ability. Although the Spirit of the Wild is not invincible, it can easily escape because it is good at burrowing into the ground.

Unless the strength gap between the two sides is huge!

"I just followed the cooperation requirements. What's more important is your persistence in fighting, otherwise you wouldn't be able to wait for my arrival." Chu Xin replied.

Gandalf raised his eyebrows, not expecting Chu Xin to praise him without hesitation.

"Let the pursuers come back. Don't pursue the poor bandits, or be careful of being ambushed." Chu Xin said.

But soon, Aragon and others returned to the city with common sense and did not pursue total annihilation recklessly.

"The most important thing now is to rest and reorganize the army. This is just the first war in the turmoil of Middle-earth. We must have sufficient time and energy to deal with various mutations in the future." Aragorn said to Boromir calmly.

"What you said makes sense, I agree." Boromir had to admit that he was not as orthodox as this royal family. Not to mention the combat ability, there was a big gap in personality charm alone.

"Actually, these little guys are quite worry-free, they are so smart~" Gandalf smiled happily.

Chu Xin nodded silently and turned his attention to the card interface.

Text appears:

"Transforming the battlefield into timely rain, changing the huge battle situation by oneself, calmly responding to the enemy's various moves, and cracking them one by one, is a series of operations that meet the standards;

Perhaps the enemy did not meet the requirements. Compared with the past, the host's fighting was less indulgent, unruly and violent;

Warm reminder: Too calm "stability" and "waves" are not conducive to physical and mental growth. Ordinary life requires fun and excitement, and fighting is also indispensable;

Proficiency 5%, reaching 74%;

Unlock the permission to travel and go to the next world at any time;

Get special rewards:

One-time prop [Corpse Resurrection] (can transform relatively complete corpses within a certain range into skeleton creatures, and turn them into cards for the host to use).”

A metal box similar to an urn appeared in my mind. The six sides were carved with exquisite and terrifying patterns. If you look closely, it was covered with corpses.

Chu Xin looked around, wasn't the plain where countless corpses were piled up at this moment the best place?

Use now?

He hesitated for a moment and did not take it out.

His intuition told him not to be in a hurry, but to be steady first.

The soldiers in Baicheng did not bother to clean the battlefield. They were either exhausted and fell asleep, or they were covered in scars and tortured. The reason why they could still fight bloody battles was entirely because of their strength.

It can be seen from this that Aragorn's decision is very wise.

Suddenly, exclamations came from the city.

Everyone rushed over.

"What happened?" Boromir pushed through the crowds and squeezed into a warehouse.

"My condolences." Aragorn, who arrived first, passed him by and sighed in a low voice.

Boromir shuddered and quickened his pace.

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He was kneeling lifelessly on the ground, his long hair hanging loosely on his shoulders, the long sword in his hand had been broken, and he was surrounded by dead Orcs.

Behind him were more than a hundred civilians with sad faces.

"The prime minister died to protect us~" a civilian cried.

"Father, you succeeded. None of them were harmed." Boromir knelt down and closed Denethor's wide eyes with his hands.

All the soldiers present were moved. They took off their helmets and placed them on their chests, lowered their heads in silent silence.

On the city wall not far away, Gandalf said with emotion, "When an era ends, a new era will begin."

Chu Xin knew the implication of his words and did not want the prime minister who had handed over his power to others to die so that Aragorn, who was of royal blood, could ascend the throne of the Human Emperor without any hindrance.

If Denethor was still alive, he would definitely not recognize and recognize Aragorn. After all, Gondor had not had a king for hundreds of years and had always been ruled by the prime minister's family.

And Denethor died gloriously in battle today, finally retaining a good reputation.

In the original work, Denethor was affected by Sauron more than ten years later and became crazy, suspicious, stubborn, and cowardly. In the end, he could not bear the pressure and fell to his death. Later generations' evaluations of him were mostly negative.

The Sun Also Rises.

There is no tomorrow for the dead, and their journey is completely stuck in yesterday.

The tearful woman stood blankly on the city wall with her young child, trying to find her husband among the piles of bones.

The white-haired couple supported each other and called their son's name to the smelly plain.
To be continued...