"That's what I want to tell you, Zellin." Virginia held the demon hunter's cheeks in both hands, with a serious expression: "Don't worry, I will protect myself, and I've always been happy to be able to You are together. You know, I don’t take risks often, but if this is part of my life with you, I’m sure I will love it."

Zelin looked directly into Virginia's clear eyes. Without needing any words, he lightly kissed her on the forehead, then turned and walked towards the team heading towards the orc camp.

Chapter 1731: Unexpected Discovery

This is not the first time Zelin has come to this camp, but he sincerely hopes this will be the last.

Zelin is hidden in the bushes. There are such low bushes and alder forests in many places in Mordor. This is very attractive to humans, because they can hide in them, monitor the enemy, or take turns sleeping without being noticed. , But for the orcs, only spiders, mice, or some more dangerous creatures will emerge from these disturbing flora, such as humans wielding steel knives, such as bloodthirsty beasts. Compared to using existing resources, their sentries prefer to hide in conspicuous high places. Being able to see others clearly can also expose oneself.

After making sure that no one else was passing by, he bent over and trot to the newly built watchtower nearby. The demon hunter's eyes accurately find the gaps and protruding points that can be climbed, and use his hands and feet to quickly climb to the top of the observation tower. He did not go up, but grabbed the edge with both hands, hung in the air, waiting for the opportunity, listening carefully to the sound above. He didn't hide, but he didn't have to worry about being discovered. First, the few orcs left in the camp stay in the camp. Second, many people can clearly see an iron piece falling on the ground, but they are unwilling to look up and see what is in the sky. These orcs are obviously one of them. .

He heard the sound of footsteps mopping the ground, an orc muttering something indistinctly, and another orc sighing heavily and slowly. There seemed to be three enemies above, and he continued to wait, judging where the enemy above moved to based on the sound of footsteps. But the third enemy made no sound. He held his breath, and a faint shout came into his ears.

Someone fell asleep.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes closed slightly, and his attention was focused on the sound. When the two different footsteps were about to overlap, the demon hunter used his arms and slammed himself onto the platform.

Two steps, only two steps are needed. When the demon hunter pierced the ebony blade into the back of the first sentry, the orc widened his eyes and looked at the long sword that suddenly pierced out of his chest in shock. It wanted to turn around and see clearly what the attacker looked like, but the next moment, Zelin pulled out the ebony blade, turned around in place, and chopped off the head of the second orc with a sword. The head full of horror flew out, and the grown-up mouth seemed to want to shout something, but he couldn't make any sound anymore. Blood spurted from the fracture, and the two corpses fell limply at the same time, and fell to the ground with two snaps. The orc's snoring stopped a little while he was asleep. He rubbed the tip of his nose, chewed his mouth, turned over, and the heavy snoring sounded again.

So the demon hunter walked over and covered its mouth. The orc opened his eyes abruptly, and when he saw a human figure, he immediately began to struggle and whine. But Zelin's arm pressed it firmly to the ground, raised the dagger in the other hand, and stabbed it three times in a row at the chest. The orc spread his limbs and lay motionless on the ground, with blood flowing under him, soaking through the planks of the watchtower, dripping along the edges.

Zelin crouched on the platform, took out the crossbow from behind, replaced the signal arrow, raised his hand to the sky, and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh. The arrow soared into the air, exploded in mid-air, bursting with a dazzling red light.

"Offensive! Kill them all!"

The waiting human soldiers lying in ambush outside the camp immediately rushed out. The two guards guarding the door had just raised their weapons, and the humans rushed over unstoppably. The sharp blades were eager for revenge. The cold light that flashed by was the last view the guards could see. The attack came too suddenly. The orcs who were awakened by the noise crawled out of the camp. When they saw where the screams came from, Tarion, who rushed forward, had already knocked open the camp door. The Gondor soldiers did not give the remaining orcs any reaction time. They were aggressive, as if they had just won a big victory, and were about to chase after the victory and kill the fleeing enemy.

The patrol team holding weapons ran over, preparing to meet the attacker in the impression, but when they saw the Gondor armor on the human body, some orcs were stunned. In their impression, it is impossible for humans wearing this kind of armor to appear here. They should be surrounded in the city, shivering after hiding in the battlements under the siege of the army, instead of fighting out and actively attacking. The orcs are full of doubts, but humans don't. They have a clear goal, a small number of them, and a high spirit.

Barano rushed straight into the three oncoming orcs. At the level of a guard captain, his fighting skills were superb. The orcs' offensives were resolved one by one in front of the precise sword dance, and his fierce sword strikes were enough to make The ugly orcs are terrified. Perhaps this is why General Castamo appointed an Easterner to be the captain of the guard, but he did not forget the purpose of coming here. Pierced the temple of an orc with a sword, and when he drew the sword, he backhand slashed the throat of another orc. Barano pointed to the cave that seemed particularly quiet during the melee.

"Find the general! Hurry up!"

"Human!" A deafening roar, followed by a rumbling sound of footsteps on the ground. An ogre more than two meters high rushed out with a hammer, and an orc was just blocking it and was pushed away by it. "Humans have appeared, and I am very happy, because a feast is about to begin, we are short of food, and now, I can hear them wailing from hell! Kill them! Kill, kill!"

"Barano, go to rescue the general! Leave it to me here!"

Zelin rushed to the ogre, and the ogre swung its hammer and swept towards the demon hunter. Zelin did not stop, nor did he dodge. When the whistling sound of the hammer came in his ears, he leaned back abruptly, the hammer swept in front of him, and he slid forward with the help of inertia, past the ogre's separated legs. The ogre raised his weapon again, only to find that the enemy in front of him had disappeared. Before it could think about what was going on with that little poor head, Alderfayin fiercely hit its knee socket, and the powerful impact forced the ogre to plop and fell to the ground on one knee.

When the ogre knelt down, it happened to expose his back. Zelin took the opportunity to jump up, holding the ebony blade in his backhand, and stabbing the back of the ogre with a sword. Unsurprisingly, the extremely sharp magic artifact pierced the dirty vest and rough skin of the ogre. The bones seemed to hinder the advancement of the blade slightly, and the ogre swung the hammer backwards, trying to hit the enemy behind. Zelin shook his body to avoid it, and the ogre slammed the hammer again, slamming again. Zelin turned his wrist along the way, and pushed the ebony blade until it had no handle. The ogre wailed, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

Pulling out the ebony blade soaked in blood, Ze Lin looked around, looking for a new powerful enemy. Soon, he withdrew his gaze in disappointment. Human soldiers are following Talion, slashing any enemies who try to counterattack. Some orcs rallied and wanted to encircle this small number of human forces. But whenever they begin to gather, Tarion will immediately rush over, no one can stop the Ranger, let alone his long sword with hatred. His offensive frightened the orcs. When he killed an orc captain like a fish on the chopping board, the orcs were left screaming to escape from such a fierce and powerful enemy.

Suddenly, the demon hunter noticed something interesting.

In a camp that had collapsed in half, the wind blew in from the gap on the other side, blowing open the curtain, revealing the letters scattered on the ground.

Letter paper?

Zelin stopped, and he noticed that the letter paper was full of words.

He walked over, jumped off the drooping dirty curtain with a sword, walked into the camp, squatted down, and picked up the paper on the ground. Blowing off the dust on it, Zelin began to read what was written on it. But after reading the contents of the letter clearly, Zelin took a deep breath.

This is a letter of help sent by Minas Ihir to Minas Tirith!

Idri had been looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements, and he had also wondered before why Baicheng did not send troops.

But in fact, Baicheng did not receive any help at all! The messenger was intercepted. Zelin twisted the letter in his hand into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket, and quickly picked up other letter paper from the ground.

Unsurprisingly, the contents above are all letters of help from General Castamo to the Regent.

"Barano!" He walked out of the camp holding the letter and looked at the entrance of the cave: "Barano, you must see..."

"We found the general, ranger!" The captain of the guard with a lot of blood on his body helped a man in his fifties out of the cave. Other soldiers guarded nearby: "Retreat! More orcs are coming!"

As if to confirm Barano's warning, a harsh horn suddenly sounded around the valley. Talion drew the sword from the corpse and waved to Zelin.

"Hurry up, Barano knows a way, let's go!"

Zelin squinted, he took a deep breath, held the letter in his hand, and followed.

The first thousand and seven hundred and thirty-two chapters when the city breaks

The slings whizzing over the city slammed behind the wall, and the weather-beaten buildings collapsed under the bombardment. The neat city was full of ruins and debris, like black scars drawn on the clean skin.

The action went smoothly. The commander of the orcs sent a force of dozens of people to intercept the attackers, but a gap was created on the right side of the front line. Zelin, Talion, and Barano protected Castamo successfully bypassing the front line and joined Virginia and others under the wall on the left.

"Come up, hurry! Dagor, throw the rope down!"

A one-eyed bald officer appeared on the wall. He stretched out his head to see who was below, and then disappeared behind the battlements. A few seconds later, four ropes were thrown down.

"Let's go up, hurry up, before the orc hasn't reacted!"

They tied the ropes around their waists, and the soldiers above pulled them up. After seeing their general appear, the soldiers here did not show much surprise.

"Everyone is waiting for the general's order." Dagor, the one-eyed officer paid tribute to Virginia, before turning his head and saying to Barano, his voice with a hint of anxiety. "The orcs' offensive was very fierce, and the main entrance was almost unstoppable. We killed a lot, but they were more numerous. If they attacked like this one day and night, they would be able to step on the corpse and walk up the city wall."

"How many arrows do we have?" Castamo shot the dust off the breastplate. "How many soldiers can still fight?"

"You can still support for three days. There are about four hundred people who can fight. Go here, General." Dolgo gestured to Castamo, "The others are waiting for you in the inner city." ."

Castamo and Dagor walked along the wall to the inner city.

"General, wait..."

"This is not the time to talk about other things, Ranger." Barano stopped Zelin. "When the general returns, the soldiers will panic if others can't wait for the order. If you have anything, you can tell me first."

"In the orc camp just now." Zelin took out the letter hidden in his arms. "I found this."

Barano took the letter paper, scanned the writing on it, and immediately opened his eyes.

"This is...!"

Idri walked behind Barano and looked at the letter paper over his shoulder. She took a breath.

"Baicheng did not receive our call for help at all!"

"Yes." Zelin nodded. "All of us are waiting for reinforcements, but in fact, no rescue will come at all. No one knows what happened to Mordor."

"If we send a messenger now..." Barano said tentatively. "Then we abandon the outer city, retreat to the inner city, and integrate the remaining resources, maybe we can stick to it."

Zelin didn't speak, he walked to the side of the city wall, holding the battlements with both hands and looking into the distance. At the main entrance of the city, one by one ladders were placed on the wall, and the orcs climbed up the ladder. The Gondor soldiers stabbed with a spear, but they still couldn't resist it. There were too many enemies. The archers on the tower shot at the ladder from both sides, one after another orcs fell down with screaming arrows, but then new orcs climbed up the ladder. The destroyed siege truck on the long bridge was burning, and the greedy tongues of flame rushed along the dry wooden planks to the nearby corpses. The stone sculptures on both sides of the long bridge were dyed black under the thick smoke, and the godless eyes of the sculpture looked through. After passing the fire sea orc army, they carried a simple siege hammer, stepped on the fallen corpse, and rushed towards the city gate with their shield. The defenders repelled the orcs' three attacks, and the orcs could soon organize a new offensive.

"Zelin." Talion said suddenly: "Now is not the time to consider a solution, let us help those soldiers, otherwise the city gate is likely to be breached!"

Zelin turned his head.