Wesley had been given command, but Aragorn was not here. He had gone to find new reinforcements, a group of dead guys. And Wesley smiled when he heard the news. It was much simpler this way. He needed to command the army and wait for Aragorn to arrive. That way the casualties could be reduced a lot.
Wesley did not delay and immediately ordered the army to set off for Gondor's White City. With the army cavalry in front and the Elven army behind, they advanced all the way to Gondor. Wesley led Éomer and a few cavalrymen to the battlefield to see the situation.
They were very fast and arrived at Gondor City in less than half a day. The orcs here had not started attacking yet. Gandalf had entered Gondor first and was probably deploying his defense now. Two Hobbits followed him.
In the distance, on the hills, Wesley looked as far as he could. He saw the majesty of the White City, but compared to the army of Mordor outside the city, the city of Reliance seemed insignificant. Éomer frowned and said, "The army of Mordor is too large. Our forces do not have the advantage."
"War is not about numbers, Éomer. The war I can command is limited. How much you can learn is up to you." Wesley sat on his horse. His words were very arrogant, but Éomer did not think so. After all, the strong are respected.
"They are ready to attack, but our army still needs half a day to arrive. What should we do now?" Éomer asked.
"Even if the army arrives, I won't attack. It's a long journey. If we attack directly, not only the physical strength of the people, but also the physical strength of the horses is not enough. But White City probably can't hold on, so we need to attack first. You take the guards back and let the army camp far away from here and then build a camp."
'And you?'
"I'll harass the army of Mordor so that they can't attack the city and buy us a night to rest. At the same time, we need to contact Gandalf. The army in their city must participate in the attack."
"This might not be up to him."
"Stupid, kill that King of Apprehension directly if he doesn't listen. Don't we have the royal descendants of Gondor? At this time, why care about the name, stupid sorcerer." Wesley said disdainfully, then urged his horse forward again, and the magic longbow appeared in his hand. "Wind Arrow."
"Xiu" Wesley did not aim at the soldiers this time, but at the siege equipment. Although these things are rough, they are still very good at breaking through the White City. "Boom" an arrow killed a catapult, and the orcs looked directly over. A human riding a horse was approaching them, and at the same time, he kept shooting arrows. Can they be shot at such a long distance…
It hit. Boom! One after another, the catapults were destroyed. "Damn it, where did this guy come from? Warg, attack."
"Awoo…" The Warg, again, but Wesley doesn't need to chant for so long now. He just shoots the Warg one arrow at a time. The rare Warg has lost half of its number before it has rushed five hundred meters. The orcs are starting to panic.
Their leader was a deformed fellow. Not only was he deformed, but he was also lame. Wesley did not understand this, but that did not stop him from continuing to attack. Gandalf, on the White City, saw Wesley and became excited.
"Our reinforcements are coming. Cheer up." Gandalf used magic to expand his voice so that the whole city could hear.
The guarding Gondor soldiers also saw it. Although it was only one person, they had never seen such an attack before. Was this magic? Excitement began to spread. They, who were originally alone and helpless, now saw a little hope. Gandalf naturally knew that Rohan's cavalry was coming.
"Turn the direction of the catapult and kill that human." The deformed leader gave the order, but their catapults were too heavy. Although they were operated by a strong guy like the Trolls, they were too slow. Wesley's bows kept attacking one by one, and the Half-Orc's catapults were lost and still did not form an attack.
"Damn it, attack, flank troops attack." The leader roared unhappily.
"Boom!" Wesley attacked their right wing. At this time, all the phalanxes on the right wing of the orcs began to change direction and meet Wesley directly. Then the front line began to advance, but this kind of infantry speed would not pose a threat to Wesley. The other side's intention was to intercept Wesley and then start to attack the city.
"Fire Arrow" Wesley directly replaced the magic arrow. The explosive power of the fire arrow is very destructive to the phalanx. After all, the phalanx is too dense, and the orcs began a frontal siege.
"Archers ready." Gandalf commanded the defending troops to prepare for the attack.
Wesley, on the other hand, was not very satisfied. Were the other side going to split up? Plans never change as quickly as they do, but could you really do it? The speed of the arrows in his hands suddenly increased, and the arrows of fire continued to bombard the enemy's right-wing phalanx, and the losses began to increase. But the speed was still too slow. Wesley put away the magic longbow and drew the Elven King's Sword. "Earth spirits, answer my call, and you will fall from the sky, destroying all evil, and meteorites will fall."
It was magic again. The Elven King's Sword was the equivalent of a sorcerer's staff. The magic gems on it could communicate with elements, and this time Wesley used a lot of space gem energy. Shadows appeared in the sky, and several huge falling stones appeared, falling from the sky like meteorites.
Boom! The ground trembled as the huge meteorite fell directly into the enemy's right-wing phalanx. The meteorite was spherical and would roll a few times. With more casualties, the lower-class orcs were completely afraid.
"Retreat, everyone retreat." The leader directly gave the order to retreat. Wesley was satisfied when he saw the orcs retreat like this. Then he pulled the reins of the horse, and the horse turned around and directly left.
The people of White City cheered. The people of this world were in awe of magic, especially sorcerers. Now, their reinforcements were sorcerers, a powerful sorcerer.
The falling meteorite then began to dissipate. After losing its magic power, the meteorite could no longer maintain its original appearance and disappeared into the air, as if it had never appeared, leaving only a mess on the ground.
The night passed uneventfully. Early the next morning, Wesley came again with his army, and the goblins were not far away. They had also spent the night preparing. This time they formed up facing Wesley, and Wesley ordered the army to form up in front of them. The battle between the two sides was imminent.