The Witch King didn't pay attention to the slight change in Virginia's face. He strode forward, waved his weapon again, and the meteor hammer approached Virginia like a whirlwind. Virginia stepped back quickly. She touched the corpse with her back heel and instantly lost her balance and staggered back several steps. The Witch King stepped over the corpse, and the sword pierced the wizard girl's throat like lightning.

Dang—!

Virginia subconsciously grabbed the shield next to the corpse, grabbed it with both hands and waved it forward. For a moment, she thought she had hit a galloping carriage. The whole person she was hit flew back and hit the stone wall guardrail heavily.

"Cough!"

Virginia, coughed hard. The shield blocked the line of sight, but the sound of approaching footsteps was heard more clearly.

The trembling fingers slowly stretched into the bag, the index and middle fingers clamped a scroll and pulled out.

"Your army has failed, wizard." The Witch King's muffled voice echoed in the palace square: "Buried with your army!"

The Witch King raised the wooden handle of the meteor hammer again.

In the next moment, the world turned into a frosty color.

At the moment when the ice storm scroll was torn apart, a swarm of rotating frost rushed into the Witch King. The distance between the Witch King and Virginia is so close that before the Witch King can react, he is enveloped in an ice storm.

The dark robe freezes at a speed visible to the naked eye. The frost first appears on the sleeves and hem of the robe, and then on the shoulders and waist.

Facing the ice storm, the Witch King strode forward with difficulty. He raised the meteor hammer and slammed it heavily on the shield. The shield depicting the White Sacred Tree was smashed into a depression, and the Witch King slammed the hammer again, and the frozen ice surface cracked and shattered with its movements. The dull thumping sound almost covered the roar of the ice storm. Time after time, the heavy hammer left pits and pits on the surface of the shield. As if the Witch King was about to destroy the holy white tree, the chain made a whistling sound and beat the shield angrily. .

Looking at the shield that was almost turned into a broken piece of iron, a deep laughter came from under the Witch King's helmet.

"Your spell has failed, wizard!"

The ice storm gradually dissipated, and the original dusk was restored all around. The guardrails, stone steps and bushes are covered with a thin layer of ice slag, which gradually melts in the warm heat and wets the ground.

The Witch King stepped forward, reached out his hand to grab the shield, and threw it aside. He wanted to see with his own eyes what was left of the wizards hiding behind the shields. No power can stop its attack, and those mortals who try to hide behind the shield will only regret their stupid decision before and after death.

The tattered shield fell under his feet, and there were a few traces of blood on the wall behind, but there was no sign of Virginia.

The Witch King paused in confusion, and quickly stepped forward, standing on the edge of the guardrail and looking down.

The next moment, the sound of the wind behind him made the Witch King turn around subconsciously, and the meteor hammer slammed behind him with the turning waist.

Suddenly, it screamed in pain, and fell forward unsteadily. The mace flew out, turned a few times in mid-air, and hit the stone pillar on the left side of the palace. The stone pillar statue was shattered by the heavy blow. The broken stones fell to the ground along the statue, and the mace fell down. The rubble is buried underneath.

Taking advantage of the moment when the ice storm blocked her vision, Virginia leaned the top of her shield against the retaining wall behind her, bent over and fled, and walked around behind the Witch King. The enchanted dagger that he had almost never used pierced the Witch King's neck, passed through the gap between the helmet and shoulder armor, and pierced into the dark body.

The Witch King knelt on the ground, and his body burst out with a harsh scream, as if countless imprisoned souls were crying at the same time, and like more tortured souls, they were finally free and vented. A thin wave of air gushed out from the wound, like hot steam, and the moment it touched Virginia's arm, her skin became a burn-like crimson.

The pain from the whole body made Virginia's body numb and tremble. She gently bit her tongue to keep herself awake, and her left hand pushed **** the back of the Witch King to get her away from the enemy.

Leaning back, Virginia breathed the air, widening her eyes to watch the sky dyed red by the setting sun. The tears in her eyes made her vision blurred. She wanted to lie down like this, and a voice in her heart kept whispering in her ears, telling her that she had defeated the Witch King and she didn't need to continue to force herself. The whole body was protesting her decision with soreness, and her waist seemed to be pressed against a heavy object, preventing her from sitting up.

But if she would be overwhelmed by her desire to rest, she would not graduate from Winterhold College with the best grades.

With her teeth clenched, her hands propped on the ground, Virginia snorted and sat up abruptly, throwing her long hair stained with blood to her forehead.

She raised her bloodshot eyes and looked at the Witch King through the gap between the ends of her hair.

The Witch King knelt on the ground, with his hands squeezed in front of him, his body twisted weirdly, like the unpowered Dwemer machinery she had seen in the Dwemer Ruins.

"Now, who is it that failed?" She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, stood up swayingly, tried three times with trembling hands, and successfully pulled the scroll of flame storm out of the bag. She pulled out many scrolls at once, stuffed them all together, shook her arms like she was drunk, and staggered towards the Witch King.

"Let me see." She took a deep breath, tore a handful of scrolls in her hand, and threw them all into the darkness inside the Witch King's helmet: "What is in your head!"

The flame storm exploded centered on the Witch King, and a whirlwind of flames appeared on the palace square, rushing into the sky.

The pillar of fire rising from the ground echoed the blood-red sky.

The fight on the earth is still going on. Mordor’s reinforcements rushed over from the upper reaches of the Anduin River, the Black Gate opened again, and more orc troops slew towards the War Plains and approached Gondor along the river south. The troops from the Minas Caves rushed from under the walls. , Rushing out of the shadow mountains, the war elephants of the Harads mixed with the infantry of the orcs. Hussars rushed to the forefront. Many of the riders died in the hands of the elephants. They were hit. The dragged fangs knocked them into the air. They were thrown into the sky along with the horses and people, or they were trampled to death by the elephants. But the horsemen were fearless. They followed closely behind the king's banner of Hiurdon. At the moment of contact with the mammoths, the cavalry corps immediately dispersed and rushed through the gap between the elephants.

"Archery! Archery! Shoot them down!"

King Xiurton bent his bow to take an arrow, and the riders behind him also pulled out the arrows from the quiver behind him. The Rohan rider who did not carry a bow and arrow used the spear as a javelin and threw it at the mammoth's unprotected leg.

The riders who had superb riding skills and passed through the mammoth turned their heads and turned to kill the mammoth again. The death of their companions brought them not fear, but boundless anger. They followed behind the mammoths and kept shooting the war elephants. The Harald riders on the war elephants also pointed their heads and aimed their short bows at the Rohan below. But their number was too small, and soon they were hit by arrows, falling from the backs of the elephants in screams.

"Attack the elephant legs! Attack the elephant legs! Cut them down!"

Some elephants tried to turn around and attack the enemy behind them, but the remaining elephants continued to charge forward. Soon, under the stimulation of the pain, many war elephants lost their control, the phalanx of the Harads became chaotic, and the Rohan riders changed their souls, centering on the war elephants constantly moving towards the war elephants. Shoot in the legs and head and keep your distance. Once the elephants turned, they would flee. When the elephants attacked the enemy in the other direction, they would immediately return and continue shooting arrows at the enemy.

Soon, many mammoths with sharp arrows all over their heads fell on the Plain of Perano.

"Why are there no reinforcements!" The orc commander with only one arm dragged his injured leg and limped before the collapse. Many orcs were escaping from the ruins of the city: "Why didn't they go to the city? Hurry up and send someone to rush those idiots, now there is a shortage of manpower! Send everyone here!"

"The city, the city is full of Gondor! There are traitors!" a half-orc shouted: "Some trolls have rebelled! They attacked us with the elves!"

"...Traitor." The half-orc with sarcoma on his face squinted his eyes slightly: "The reinforcements on the river have arrived. Kill me and kill all the traitors and elves!"

Chapter 2523 Black Sail Pirates

Holding a sword and standing behind a defense line made of rocks, Altea wiped the drops of sweat from her forehead, leaned on the rock with one hand, and raised her head to look outside.

"Their attack was repelled."

On the burning streets, dozens of orcs' corpses lie all over the place. Behind the line of defense, the Gondor soldiers holding shields and spears are still waiting, while the elven archers are recovering their arrows on the battlefield to prepare for the next wave of attack.

"We have lost two war trolls." Toluwell whispered to the side. She participated in many battles, some of which could be called wars, but in the past, the Squirrel Party was always the party that suffered heavy losses. "The enemy almost killed hundreds of people. I have never experienced such a war. I originally expected our casualties to be higher, but in fact only seven soldiers were injured."

"The equipment on your body is protected by magic, and it is not that easy to get injured." Altea knew that after getting in touch with Azeroth, Francesca imported a batch of magical equipment from Azeroth through the Ethereal. , Used in this elite troop of Toluwell. The shoddy swords and short spears of the orcs can't pierce the armor at all, let alone kill them: "Maybe after this war is over, your Royal Highness will prepare better equipment for you."

"I can't expect such a thing..."

"Honorable ladies, the enemy is here again." Suddenly, Faramo's voice came from the side: "The orcs outside the city are moving towards the broken bridge!"

Altea frowned: "Broken Bridge?"

Toluwell used the language of Ain Sidi to give orders to nearby soldiers, and the trainers immediately summoned the war trolls, and the archers stopped collecting work and ran to Toluwell with a short bow to gather.

"Our army is still fighting against Mordor's army in the Plain of Perano, and there are routs that have escaped everywhere. Someone gathered them outside the Wall of Perano." Faramo pointed to the direction outside the city to the west: "I think We'd better gather our soldiers so as not to be broken by the enemy. There are too many half-orcs, and we cannot be divided and surrounded."

"I understand." Altea nodded, and there were some gaps in the blood-stained scimitar in her hand: "But I'm just curious, why did the orcs rush to break the bridge? That broken bridge is in the city center, and it's the Anduin River. The widest place. If they want to cross the river, or build a new pontoon bridge, they should attack the northern city. The Anduin River is narrow there, but the nearest to their reinforcements."

"I don't know, maybe the idea of ​​the orcs is not something we can guess." Faramo shook his head: "Please hurry up, ladies, the sentry reported that the vanguard of the orcs has entered the city and my troops are breaking the bridge. Build a line of defense beside."

"No matter what direction the enemy wants to attack, as long as we can repel them, we can hinder their plan." Toruvill walked past Altea, and she beckoned, and the elves in the line immediately followed her behind. Broken Bridge went on: "Don’t worry, I left sentries on the northern wall. If they were to move us away and then attack the northern river beach, they would be very wrong. We have horses, as long as there is a beacon, My soldiers can be there in ten minutes."

Upon seeing this, Altea didn't say much, she just lowered her head and glanced at her weapon.

In the future, will Zelin give himself a good weapon like someone he knew before?

For some reason, Altea suddenly had this idea in her mind.

The Gondor soldiers and the Elves of Ayn quickly established a line of defense on the broken bridge, and the archers climbed to the broken towers and roofs nearby, aiming at the streets and intersections. The Gondor soldiers were used within the range of the archers, using rocks to form roadblocks to defend the streets and prevent the enemy from advancing.