Chapter 167 The Situation

But as the dust settled, the Human Alliance, who thought they had succeeded, realized a more tragic truth... Although they had spared no expense to eliminate the Evil Tooth that posed the greatest threat to the city walls, their remaining two to three hundred people were completely incapable of handling the defensive duties on the sixth wall!

City walls are inanimate objects with no offensive capabilities. While they may seem majestic, given enough time, even a three-year-old could climb over them and conquer them. Therefore, the essence of a city wall lies in having enough soldiers to defend it, just as tanks and airplanes need people to operate them.

At this point, the sixth wall that the Human Alliance had retreated to was at least a kilometer long. With only two to three hundred people scattered along it, they would be overwhelmed if the enemy attacked at two different points simultaneously, losing all ability to respond effectively! Moreover, these were defeated and exhausted soldiers whose morale and stamina were severely depleted.

In other words, although the Human Alliance had eliminated the Evil Tooth's immense threat to the walls, Fang Senyan's twisted plan had rendered them unable to utilize the walls to their full potential!

This was essentially a clever exchange of pieces. In any case, for Fang Senyan and his group, the more chaotic and broken the situation, the greater the impact individual strength could have on the entire battle, making it even more suitable for pursuing greater gains.

The forces of darkness clearly had no intention of giving the enemy any respite. Everyone knew the saying "strike while the iron is hot," so they continued their relentless assault. Everyone on the dark side was in a state of strange excitement, and even the Contractors began to spare no expense to exchange for siege-capable Olog-hai.

Yes, the world is always full of variables. Once the Elven reinforcements arrived, who knew what unexpected twists and turns might occur! After all, the opposing Contractors also had the backing of the Space, allowing them to engage in "macro-control." Therefore, everyone knew that if they could resolve the battle today, they should never postpone it until tomorrow!

Under these circumstances, the dark side only launched two probing attacks. With the combined efforts of Fang Senyan's virus and the remaining Ringwraith's terrifying screams, they sent the last five or six Olog-hai onto the sixth city wall after losing only about a hundred men.

Once the Olog-hai reached the wall and engaged in melee combat, considering the strength of the storyline soldiers alone, it would take at least fifty to sixty guards to deal with one Olog-hai in such a confined space where it was difficult to launch a full-scale encirclement.

And the morale damage caused by five or six Olog-hai fighting and charging together was devastating.

At this moment, Legolas mustered his remaining courage and shot down two more Olog-hai, but he was then caught in a combined attack by Fang Senyan and Reef. He was instantly infected by the virus, and a wave of weakness and 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 his bow, was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out. Wherever he was, most of the Contractors felt 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 severed 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, it was naturally for the sake of the dark side's overall goals. There was no need to waste too much effort here. They were already on the sixth level of Minas Tirith. For the Human Alliance, there was no way to retreat, and reinforcements were nowhere in sight. Where could a one-armed Legolas escape to?

Perhaps he could use the Elven secret method to escape, but if he was the only one to survive this battle, he would inevitably be branded as a coward and a craven. For an Elf 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 storyline 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, continuing to resist stubbornly.

As the saying goes, the wheel of fortune turns. When the Human Alliance had been smug and triumphant, surrounding Fang Senyan and his group in the Dark Well, they would never have imagined that there would be such an ending.

Even more bizarrely, as the saying goes, retribution comes quickly. The Human Alliance had used macro-control to formulate additional policies that severely restricted Fang Senyan and his group's ability to delay time by relying on the terrain, attempting to trap them like caged beasts!

But they never expected that the rule they had made would backfire on them in the blink of an eye! But even without their self-inflicted wounds, could they have defended it? The most crucial issue was, where could they find such powerful MTs like Fang Senyan and Reef, who could stand firm and be impenetrable?

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At the top of Minas Tirith was a man-made flat area, 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, a fountain was built of white stone, surrounded by X-shaped wide walkways. The remaining open areas were covered with vibrant green grass, like a green carpet contrasting with the white buildings.

On the front of the square was a tall building in the style of the Parthenon in Athens, square in shape, with many straight, patterned giant white stone pillars. Time had given the white buildings a faint gray tint, adding to their extraordinary majesty. This was the heart of Minas Tirith, the Royal Palace.

To the left of the fountain in the square was a nearly dead tree, the White Tree of Gondor, which had lived for thousands of years. Legend had it that when it was flourishing, it grew long and 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 realm of the Númenóreans would prosper. If the White Tree died, the nation would also decline. At this time, the tree looked terminally ill, with only a breath of life remaining.

Around the great White Tree were five lifelike statues arranged in a triangular formation for protection. These five statues were nearly three meters tall, humanoid but very slender, to the point of appearing sickly and deformed. They wore helmets of black metal, with bird-wing-like patterns raised on both sides. In their hands, they held thrusting spears with extremely sharp, slender spearheads.

To the east of the square, to the right of the palace, was the towering Tower of Ecthelion. This 150-foot-tall building seemed to be integrated with the entire Minas Tirith, even deeply rooted within the mountain. More importantly, the windows of the Tower of Ecthelion were perfectly positioned to overlook the Court of the Fountain and provide precise fire suppression, and the entrance to the Tower of Ecthelion was as narrow as the entrance to the Dark Well.

Even more importantly, the surface of the Tower of Ecthelion and the surface of the nearly withered White Tree both shimmered with a faint light. Upon entering the tower, Gandalf had used the Steward's Scepter to release the energy of the tombs of the former kings within the Tombs of the Kings, burning the last of Gondor's national fortune, uniting the White Tree and the Tower of Ecthelion, supporting each other.

So 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 still extremely troublesome.

Five minutes later, looking at the sharply rising casualty figures, Fang Senyan realized that his idea of seizing victory in one fell swoop was too naive. After a quick series of negotiations, the group stopped their attack and set up sentries to rest.

After fighting to this point, this was, after all, the era of cold weapons. Although Fang Senyan's side still had some remaining forces, there were only less than 1,300 Umbar Corsairs. Even with the addition of the cheapest Orcs hired by the Contractors to serve as battlefield fillers, the total military strength was only 2,000.

These already exhausted guys were clearly weary to the extreme, barely able to hold their weapons. But it was clear that a hot, filling meal plus six or seven hours of sleep could double their combat effectiveness. The dark alliance could spare this time, especially since all seven walls of Minas Tirith had been completely conquered.

With the battle having reached this stage, even if the Elven reinforcements arrived in time, it would be of no help. The only thing they could do, and probably the situation they least wanted to see, was to engage in melee combat with the Orcs on the damned plains.

During this time, Fang Senyan received another piece of bad news. It seemed that the opposing Space was interfering. His Dingyuan and its crew had been forcibly teleported back to the Caribbean world for unknown reasons. It seemed that the opposing Space had sensed that this was the most critical moment and had begun to use any means necessary, which could only be described as a desperate act.

It was precisely because of this incident that Fang Senyan felt even more that he could not delay the time and needed to complete the task as soon as possible, otherwise, who knew what other problems might arise.