Wesley reached the front, and at that moment, a piercing scream sounded. Wesley looked up and saw that it was a few Ringwraiths riding something that could fly. Wesley wasn't sure what species it was, but it could be considered a flying lizard.
There were war elephants ahead and Ringwraiths above. Everyone began to worry about such a situation, but Wesley was not worried. He urged his horse forward as if he alone could save the world.
The Nazgûl hissed sharply and began to dive. There were five of them. They still remembered Wesley, the guy who had killed their two companions. They needed revenge.
Diving down, the Ringwraith's huge flying mount swiped at Wesley and his horse with a pair of sharp claws. The horse's somewhat uneasy hooves kept pounding the ground, but Wesley patted him gently and drew back his bowstring. "Wind Arrow."
The Wind Arrow shot into the sky and pierced the Ringwraith and his mount. The Ringwraith's death was terrifying and it began to contract, completing a pile of scrap metal before it hit the ground. Wesley didn't pay attention to it, but continued to draw his bow and fire four arrows in a row. The remaining Ringwraiths were all killed.
"Long live." The army behind began to cheer. Such a general is always reassuring. Whether it is the tactics just now or the current strength, they have such a commander and they will be fearless. This is the morale of the cold weapons era.
"Impossible." The leader of the orcs began to be afraid. He was the one who wanted the Ring Spirit to come. Yesterday's incident made him very worried, so he asked Mordor for help overnight. Now that the Ring Spirit has arrived, plus the war elephant, it should have been the best time to attack. But the Ring Spirit was shot dead directly, which did not help at all. Instead, it made his army extremely frightened. Wesley is shooting the war elephant again.
Now he didn't know if he should retreat or not. He didn't dare to disobey the Demon King's orders, but he was clearly no match for him now. The other party was stronger than them alone. What should they do? But Wesley wouldn't give him a chance. With a wave of his hand, the army began to advance. The Elven phalanx was in the middle, and the cavalry was in formation, ready to charge. Now their morale was high.
The war elephants all fell. Before they could attack, they fell directly at the front. The orc leader hurriedly roared, "Archers at the front, get ready for the impact. Why haven't the damn pirates come yet? Get someone to go to the dock and see when the pirates will come. If they come, let them attack from the other side."
Pirates, pirates of the port city of Umbar in the south of Mordor. They gathered there, lawless and loyal to Demon King Sauron. Now they are coming from the water to help the Orcs attack Gondor's White City, but there is still no sign of them. The Orcs should have waited, but they don't care about the soldiers of Gondor. The other side is very vulnerable, but now the situation is a little different.
The Elven phalanx kept approaching, but three hundred meters from the other side, Wesley gave the order to stop. The Orcs did not understand, and the Elves then began to throw arrows. This time the distance was close, and they were more relaxed. The front line of Orcs archers began to suffer heavy casualties.
"Idiot, attack, don't shoot at each other." The orcs' bows are small, not as long-range as the elves' longbows, and even if they throw arrows, they are no match for them. Wesley has no intention of attacking their line, that would be too stupid.
The front of the orc formation was in chaos. The infantry began to rush to the front despite the rain of arrows, while the archers wanted to retreat and collided with each other. "Cavalry will attack the two wings and send a signal to the White City to come out and attack the enemy's rear. The war will end soon."
"Yes." Hadihar became a herald, but he was excited. War is too simple.
Wesley did not understand the ancient combat techniques very well. He just wanted to show the advantages of the various troops. At the same time, the quality of the army was different. It was impossible for him to set up any array formations.
RUMBLE! The cavalry began to charge, and the other side was completely unable to form an effective formation. The gates of White City opened, and Gondor's soldiers rushed out and directly used their infantry to attack the enemy's rear. The entire Orc formation was in chaos. The elves could no longer use bows and arrows, and Wesley drew his sword.
"Draw your sword and charge with me. Kill." After Wesley shouted, the horse rushed out. It had been waiting for a long time. War horses like to charge the most. Elf soldiers are very tall and their long legs move very fast. They are used to running.
"Kill." The orcs could no longer command the attacks on all sides and could only resist spontaneously, but the force was too small. Wesley took the lead and rushed into the enemy's formation with an indomitable spirit. Then the sword quickly slashed left and right.
At that moment, a lot of sailing ships came into the port. The orcs thought that the pirates had come. Instead, Gunara jumped out with Boromir, Gimli, and Legolas, followed by a group of green undead. They came out like a tide, and nothing could stop them. They rushed into the battlefield without any resistance, so that the situation on the battlefield became extremely simple.
In less than half an hour, the war was over. Wesley did not expect the undead army to come at the right time. The casualties on his side were minimal.
After the battle ended, all the soldiers were very excited, especially the Gondor soldiers. They were originally prepared to die in battle, but now it was completely different. They had reinforcements.
Aragon came up to Wesley. "Please forgive me for suspecting you!"
"I don't care. It's just a waste of time. I don't care about that anymore. It's about to end and I can go home." Wesley didn't care about Aragorn's attitude. It didn't mean much to him.
At that moment, the army of the undead surrounded them. "Have we fulfilled our promise?" They looked at Aragorn. They were looking forward to relief.
Gimli did not want them to leave like this. This army was very useful. "Don't agree to them. We still have Mordor to attack." While Aragorn hesitated, Wesley looked at the undead with interest.
Just as Aragorn was about to agree, Wesley suddenly said, "Did you win this war?" Wesley asked the leader of the undead.
"Human, you have a death wish." The undead leader waved his sword ferociously, but Wesley jumped off the horse in an instant and grabbed him by the neck.
"Undead? That's it. If you're not convinced, I'll fight a group of you." Wesley waved his hand in disdain and threw it on the ground. The undead looked at Wesley in horror. Only Yala could catch them.