Under the steel mask, the power of the curse began to counteract, and the Witch-King of Angmar couldn't even make a sound of pain.
It, which neither time nor the void can dissipate, is now unable to resist at all.
It was unwilling, but the hand that was stuck in the air could no longer move.
"Bang!" The dim light on Morgul's blade faded and fell to the ground, and the armor on its body began to twist and shatter because of its fading.
"No, no—"
The silent language came out, but it was still to no avail.
It was literally killed by a woman.
As if to answer the prophecy, the end will eventually come.
Syudea did not expect that her attack would achieve such a great effect, staring at the Witch-King of Angmar's painful struggle, while surprised, she showed no mercy, twisted the long sword again, and pierced the shadow directly.
"Uh!" The Witch-King of Angmar was completely speechless, and darkness gradually crept into its eyes.
"No—"
As the black wind gathered, a soft sound came, and its shadow finally completely dissipated in the air.
As if it had never been here before, the darkness and fear, the coldness and frost it brought had disappeared without a trace.
The Witch-King of Angmar, who was once majestic and in the limelight for a while, has completely disappeared.
Seeing this scene, the strong orc army, which had already been shaken, could no longer stand.
Many people lost the desire to continue fighting the moment the Witch-King of Angmar fell.
They fled to the outside, but because they were in a panic, many strong orcs were trampled to death by their companions, or fell down by the sword piercing their hearts.
Even fell into the water of the Death Swamp, was entangled by water plants, and was left deeply in this land forever.
The situation gradually became clear, and after a difficult battle, the Green Kingdom, with the help of the Noldor and the giant eagle, won another victory.
Gushan, the kingdom under the mountain, is also in the same battle at this moment.
However, unlike the Death Swamp, the fire of war here has just started, and there is an unpleasant thick smoke and stench everywhere.
"Go, go, kill everyone for me~!"
Borg called out loudly, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but it was full of violent momentum.
The scale of several million strong orcs looks so spectacular.
Borg is no longer the same as before. It has completely distorted its appearance and mind, and has degenerated into a more terrifying monster. Its strength is more powerful, and its temperament has become more cruel.
Even more ferocious than his father Azog.
Of course, all these changes are due to willing transactions.
Now it's enjoying it all.
Under his leadership, the current strong orcs are in high spirits.
Maybe it won't be long before the city under the mountain will be conquered by it, and it will also be able to "make meritorious achievements," and by the way, will correct the name of his father Azog.
The firepower of the strong orcs is ferocious, but fortunately, the city under the mountain built by the dwarves is tall and strong, and relying on the thick mountain body, it is not so easy to break through for a while.
Moreover, there is Thorin leading the dwarves here.
Therefore, the dwarves still maintained their unprecedented enthusiasm when facing the powerful orcs like the sea.
During the battle, Bard suddenly ran over and said to Sorin: "Sorin, our arrows are about to run out."
Thorin turned his head.
"When you're done, use a knife, a sword, or a gun. In short, keep it for me, don't give these guys the slightest chance to set foot on the city wall.
He said loudly, "It's not so easy for the dwarves of the kingdom under the mountain to obey. If these guys want to take us down, they will have to pay a heavy price."
Bud was satisfied with Sorin's confidence, but he couldn't help but worry in the deepest part of his eyes.
The number of strong orcs is really too large, and now the corpses are stacked a few meters high under the city, but their offensive is more ferocious than the previous waves.
Can they really hold up?
Gondor, the capital city of Minas Tirith, hurried footsteps.
Prime Minister "My lord, Osgiliath has fallen!" a soldier shouted to the people in the seat.
"What? How is it possible?" Denethor, the already uneasy Prime Minister of Gondor, stood up, "What's going on?"
"The strong orc army drifted down the river and opened the city's defenses."
"Now, the city gate has been opened, and the troops there are simply unable to stop the strong orcs' footsteps."
"Also, Commander Boromir is also trapped there." The soldier said with difficulty.
When they escaped, most of the city of Osgiliath was captured by the strong orcs, and Boromir was also bound. With the temperament of those strong orcs, perhaps, he could already predict his fate.
Denethor's already ugly face became even paler as the soldier's words fell.
the, "you say, Boromir, trapped there?"
"Yes, yes, Prime Minister!" The soldier nodded.
But Denethor suddenly shouted: "Nonsense! Who are you? How could Osgiliath fall by spreading rumors here?"
"You must be a traitor, Gap, trying to disrupt our military.
When the soldier heard the words, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Denethor ignored it and ordered loudly: "Someone, drag this guy down for me and kill him!"
"What? Don't, my lord, what I said is true. Now the strong orcs have already occupied Osgiliath, and they are now heading to Minas Tirith."
"Shut up, you traitor," Denethor yelled, and he seemed to regain his confidence, "what are you still doing? Drag him down for me.
"No, no, what I said is true." The soldier was caught, and he tried to explain, but Denethor was so unwavering in his explanation that he refused all.
Yes, how is that possible? How could Osgiliath fall? How could his son, Boromir, fall into the hands of the Orcs?
Yes, impossible!
That must be a rumor spread by traitors.
Denethor couldn't help thinking, the soldiers were dragged down, and Denethor sat on the throne again.
Gondor is mighty, how could it fail?
There is no chance that his son will have anything to do with it.
Yes, impossible.