Chapter 172 Dust Settles

But as the dust settled at this moment, the Human Alliance, who had originally thought they were successful, realized something even more tragic... Although they had spared no effort to eliminate the Uruk-Hai, who posed the greatest threat to the city walls, the two to three hundred people they had left could no longer bear the burden of defending the Sixth Wall!

City walls are inanimate objects, without any active attack power. They stand there seemingly majestic, but given enough time, even a three-year-old child could climb up and conquer them. Therefore, the essence of a city wall is that it must have enough defending soldiers to exert its effect. This is the same principle as tanks and airplanes being useless without someone to operate them.

At this time, the Sixth Wall, where the Human Alliance had retreated to, was at least a kilometer long. With only two to three hundred people standing sparsely on it, the enemy could easily divide their forces and launch fierce attacks on two points, leaving them in a state of utter confusion. What's more, these were defeated and exhausted soldiers, with severely diminished morale and physical strength!

In other words, although the Human Alliance had eliminated the Uruk-Hai's great threat to the city walls, under Fang Senyan's perverted scheme, they could no longer exert the maximum effect of the city walls!

This was actually a clever exchange. In any case, for Fang Senyan and his group, the more dilapidated and broken the overall situation, the greater the impact of individual strength on the entire battle, which was more suitable for seeking greater benefits.

At this time, the forces of darkness obviously did not intend to give the enemy any chance to breathe. Everyone had heard the saying "Strike while the iron is hot," so they continued to launch a frenzied attack. All the members of the dark forces were in a strange state of excitement. Even the contractors began to spare no effort to exchange for Olog-hai that could break through defenses.

Yes, the world is always full of variables. Once the Elven reinforcements arrive, who knows what unexpected twists and turns might occur! After all, the opposing contractors also had the space behind them to carry out "macro-control." Therefore, everyone knew that if they could resolve the battle today, they should never delay it until tomorrow!

In this situation, the dark side only launched two tentative attacks. At the same time, Fang Senyan's virus, coupled with the fear-inducing screams of the remaining Nazgûl, worked together. With only a hundred or so people dead, they had sent the last five or six Olog-hai onto the Sixth Wall.

Once the Olog-hai ascended the city, entering into melee combat, at least fifty to sixty guards were needed to deal with one Olog-hai in the confines of the city wall, where it was difficult to launch an encirclement.

And the morale damage caused by five or six Olog-hai fighting and charging together could be described as devastating.

At this time, Legolas mustered his remaining courage and shot down two more Olog-hai, but he was caught in a joint attack by Fang Senyan and Reef, and was instantly infected by the virus. Weakness and intense pain struck him! He immediately retreated, using Elven secret techniques, but... Fang Senyan and his group's initial goal was not to take his life, but only to cripple one of his arms!!

Legolas, unable to use a bow and arrow, was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out. The presence of him made most of the contractors feel like they had thorns in their backs. Many contractors had even suffered the tragic experience of being shot into a near-death state by his arrows. Now that Legolas had suffered the pain of a broken arm, everyone (except Fang Senyan) couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As for why they didn't kill Legolas on the spot? That was naturally for the overall purpose of the dark side. There was really no need to waste too much effort here. They were already on the sixth level of Minas Tirith. For the Human Alliance, the retreat was cut off, and reinforcements were nowhere in sight. Where could the broken-armed Legolas escape to?

Perhaps he could use the Elven secret method to escape, but if he were the only one to survive this battle, he would inevitably be labeled a coward and a craven. For Elves who valued honor, living with such a reputation was worse than death.

In this battle, Fang Senyan and his group still focused on killing and eliminating the ordinary story soldiers, doing it thoroughly. The Human Alliance directly abandoned the Seventh Wall, and the remaining forty to fifty people retreated into the Tower of Ecthelion, still stubbornly resisting.

As the saying goes, the wheel of fortune turns. When the Human Alliance was complacent and high-spirited, surrounding Fang Senyan and his group in the Dark Source Hall, they would never have imagined that there would be such an ending.

What was even stranger was that retribution came quickly. The Human Alliance had used macro-control to formulate additional policies, severely restricting Fang Senyan and his group's attempts to delay time by relying on the terrain, trying to fight like trapped beasts!

However, they never expected that the rules they had made would be repaid on themselves in an instant! But even without their self-inflicted wounds, could they have defended it? The most critical issue was, where could they find such powerful MTs (main tanks) as Fang Senyan and Reef, who could stand firm and be insurmountable?

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At the top of Minas Tirith was a flat area artificially constructed, about one and a half football fields in size, all made of white stone as building materials. The core of this area was a wide square called the Court of the Fountain.

In the center of the square was a fountain made of white stone, surrounded by wide walkways in an X shape. The remaining open areas were covered with vibrant green grass, like a green carpet that complemented the white buildings.

On the front of the square was a tall building in the style of the Parthenon on Earth, with a square shape and many straight, patterned giant white stone pillars. The years had given the white building a faint gray color, adding to its extraordinary majesty. This was the heart of Minas Tirith, the royal palace.

To the left of the square's fountain grew a nearly withered tree, the White Tree of Gondor, which had lived for thousands of years. Legend had it that when it was flourishing, it grew long, elegant leaves, and its crown had many white flowers, reflecting light like snow in the sun.

This tree was planted by Isildur himself, symbolizing the glory of the ancient Númenóreans. As long as this tree existed, the kingdom of Númenor would prosper. When the White Tree died, the country would also decline. At this time, the tree looked terminally ill, leaving only a breath of life to linger on.

Around the great White Tree of Gondor were five lifelike statues, arranged in a triangular shape to protect it. These five statues were almost three meters tall, humanoid, but with very slender bodies, so much so that they looked morbid and deformed. They wore helmets with black metallic luster on their heads, with bird-wing-like patterns raised on both sides of the helmets. They held spears with extremely sharp and slender spearheads.

To the east of the square, on the right side of the palace, was the towering Tower of Ecthelion. This 150-foot-high building seemed to be integrated with the entire Minas Tirith, and even deeply rooted within the mountain. More importantly, the windows on the Tower of Ecthelion could overlook the Court of the Fountain from a high position, providing accurate fire suppression, and the entrance to the Tower of Ecthelion was as narrow as the Dark Source Hall.

Even more importantly, the surface of the Tower of Ecthelion and the surface of the nearly withered White Tree of Gondor both shimmered with a faint light. When entering the tower, Gandalf had used the Steward's Scepter to release the energy of the tombs of the former kings in the City of the Dead, burning the last national fortune of Gondor, so that the White Tree of Gondor and the Tower of Ecthelion were combined together, mutually supporting each other.

Therefore, when the people of the dark alliance stepped onto the Court of the Fountain, they were subjected to fierce attacks from above the Tower of Ecthelion. Although this attack was expected, it was also felt to be a headache.

Five minutes later, looking at the suddenly soaring number of casualties, Fang Senyan realized that his idea of seizing the fruits of victory in one go was a bit too naive. After a series of quick negotiations, the group stopped attacking, then set up sentries and began to rest.

The battle had reached this point. After all, this was an era of cold weapon warfare. Although Fang Senyan's side still had some troops left, there were only less than 1,300 Umbar Corsairs. Even with the cheapest Orcs hired by the contractors to fill the battlefield, the total military strength was only 2,000.

These exhausted guys were obviously tired to the extreme, and could barely hold their weapons. However, it was clear that just a hot, filling meal plus six or seven hours of sleep could double their combat power. The dark alliance could spare this time, especially since all seven walls of Minas Tirith had been completely conquered.

The battle had reached this point, and even if the Elven reinforcements could arrive in time, it would be of no avail. The only thing they could do, and probably the thing they were most unwilling to see, was to engage in melee combat with the Orcs on the damned Pelennor Fields.

During this period, Fang Senyan received another unfavorable message. It seemed that the opposing space was causing trouble. His Dingyuan warship and its crew had been forcibly teleported back to the Caribbean world for unknown reasons. It seemed that the opposing space had also realized that this was the most critical time and had begun to use any means necessary, which could only be described as desperation.

It was precisely because of this incident that Fang Senyan felt even more that he could not delay the time and had to complete the task as soon as possible. Otherwise, who knew what other tricks might be played.