Ten minutes later, under the terrified eyes of everyone, the Prime Minister of Gondor, Denethor, threw himself into the burning flames.
Until death, his hands still clenched the true knowledge spar in his hand.
The spar represents true knowledge, through which one can see what may happen in the future.
But Denethor, because of his self-confidence and carelessness, was deceived by the spar of true knowledge and saw the future that was deceived.
He thought that the future he saw from the true knowledge spar would not happen.
However, after receiving the news of the defeat and the death of his two sons one after another, this confidence was disintegrated.
Instead, it is faith and despair.
The future is a scene filled with gunpowder smoke. Human cities have fallen and been enslaved, and the Dark Lord Sauron has returned to rule the earth.
Therefore, he completely lost his confidence, and he gave up resistance.
In the end, even abandoned the people of Gondor and went to death alone.
He was no longer a qualified Prime Minister Regent, nor was he the patron saint of the people of Gondor.
His selfishness and arrogance cost him the heaviest price in his life.
Everyone is desperate, even their prime minister behaves like this, who can come to save them again?
The haze climbed up everyone's mind.
But when they went out of the city again, facing the hideous faces of the strong beasts, their performance was even more unbearable.
Their hearts have lost confidence and support.
If a group has no leader, there will be no soul and no power.
The army of Gondor, when Denethor chose the attitude of Yan waste to lead, could no longer begin to decline.
Denethor's self-seeking death accelerated this trend.
The attack of the strong orcs is even more unscrupulous.
Inside the city walls, the elderly and women hugged together.
Some are shivering in hiding in the corner, some are crying in pain, some are kneeling on their hands and praying, but life is full of despair.
God! Who can come and save them?
They are just innocent people, they just want to live in this land and raise their voices!
The bleak wind blew, and those who watched couldn't help crying.
call–
Under this heavy despair, a light suddenly came from a distance.
Above the city wall, the soldiers in the high places suddenly saw the river in the distance-the side of the Yineng River, and a faint light appeared.
The dim light was not very strong at first, but in just a moment, it spread at an alarming speed.
Just like coming from Jiuyou, mortals just take a look at it, and their hearts will feel a sense of serenity unconsciously.
what is that?
Finally, the dim light is closer.
They finally saw what those were.
Is that the undead?
That green light curtain composed of terrifying faces turned out to be undead?
"Woooooo~" A silent roar emanated from the cold wind that struck, causing everyone to be startled.
Just like ants crossing the border, cutting straw in autumn, where the dim light passes, everything is gone.
Under the city wall of Minas Tirith, the strong beasts watched in horror at the undead that rushed towards them.
"What is that? Be careful, be careful!~" they shouted, trying to resist.
They waved their weapons mercilessly towards the faces of skeletons that were close at hand.
But their weapons stabbed, but only cut through the air and fell into the void.
This surprised them.
But when the cold breath pierced their hearts, they suddenly recovered.
Later, I learned that the undead is a dead thing, but it is impossible to be injured by ordinary iron again.
The strong beasts were terrified, and the originally unstoppable rage started to spread forward from the rear and subsided.
They can't fight against these dead people at all, only necromancers can control them.
And they are only mortal bodies, at best they are a little ugly, but they are still unavoidable.
Therefore, they are helpless to these guys who suddenly appeared.
"Ah~ah~
Countless screams rang out.
The strong beasts who were still standing, who were alive and saw this scene with their own eyes, were frightened.
They suddenly gave up and continued to attack the city gate, hurriedly thinking about escaping around.
But some couldn't escape two steps, they were caught up and killed, some panicked and were trampled to death by their companions, but more strong orcs were crowded together, unable to advance or retreat.
"This!" On the city wall, the soldiers of Gondor looked at this scene in astonishment.
"what happened?"
Why did the undead appear here? Why did they attack these strong orcs?
Aren't these evil things supposed to be near the way of death?
in doubt,
"The soldiers at the front, a cold and severe cry suddenly pierced the sky, "I am Aragorn.
"I am the blood of Isildur!
Hearing this, the soldiers of Gondor slowly recovered their senses.
It was only at this time that they noticed that there was a tall human being in the army of the undead?
What did he just say?
Is he the blood of Isildur?
Isildur? Isn't that the king of Gondor?
Seeing the people who seemed to be radiating light, all the Gondor soldiers who had already been desperate were stunned.
The king of Gondor, is back?
"Soldiers, we have not lost, victory is at our feet, don't put down your weapons, don't be afraid of death, the dawn is here, hope is at hand, for the land behind us, for the glory of the kingdom, for our loved ones, please follow me,
The long sword suddenly swung, and in the dim light of dawn, it shone with a dazzling luster, and I saw Aragorn roaring fiercely: "Kill–!"
Everyone was stunned again.
Hope still?
Yes, hope is still there!
How could they just throw in the towel? How could they just give up now?
There are so many innocent people behind them relying on them.
Their children, their parents, all their compatriots, the hope in them remains in them, they are their only sustenance, how can they behave like this?
How could they just throw in the towel? How could they lose to the ugly things in front of them?
No, absolutely not!
Even if you die, you can't admit defeat like this!
The soldiers of Gondor finally came to their senses and realized how much wrong they had made before.
They regretted, and then, watching the crowded, ugly strong beasts, they all became angry again.
The weapon in his hand was raised high again, and the blade and the tip of the spear once again emitted a cold glow.
All the soldiers let out a terrible roar in their throats, and their aura suddenly became astonishing.
The downward trend has completely reversed, and they suddenly headed towards the powerful army of orcs who were about to attack the city gate.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The fighting continued, and corpses were scattered everywhere on the battlefield.