Chapter 649
The situation is reversed
Chapter 649 The situation is reversed
"Eowen??? What are you doing here..."
Éomer, carrying the severely wounded and unconscious King Théoden on his back, was preparing to retreat when he inadvertently saw his sister, who had removed her helmet.
After the initial shock, Éomer handed the king to his sister and said, "Never mind, now is not the time to assign blame. It's better for you to stay here..."
"Quickly take His Majesty the King and evacuate. I will cover your retreat."
The reinforcements from Rohan this time were too few. Under the siege of the orc army and the Ringwraiths, only a dozen or so are left struggling to hold on.
Especially those invisible and intangible Ringwraiths, they were a devastating blow to the warriors of Rohan.
“I’m not leaving. I’ve discovered the Ringwraiths’ weakness. Only I can deal with them…” After being discovered by her brother, Éowyn stubbornly shook her head.
Holding fast to her beliefs, she could not possibly abandon her brother in this certain death situation.
"And then what? How many Ringwraiths can you handle? Or can you defeat the Orc army?" Éomer said solemnly, "I've never asked you for anything before, but this time I owe you one. For the sake of Rohan, we and King Théoden cannot all die here."
It is foreseeable that if the king and the heir to the kingdom die together, Narohan will inevitably follow in the footsteps of Gondor and be conquered by the orc army in the near future.
And Éomer is right, an individual's strength is limited. Even if Éowyn discovers the Ringwraiths' weaknesses, she may not be able to kill them all.
To put it bluntly, even without the Ringwraiths, there are still tens of thousands of powerful orcs.
The destruction of Gondor seemed inevitable.
Éowyn wasn't an idiot, and she quickly realized this as well. Then, she thought helplessly: If that person were here, they would definitely have a way to save everyone.
"Promise me, no matter what, you must survive." After regaining her composure and recognizing the reality of the situation, Iowa decisively bid farewell to her brother.
Then, they helped the unconscious King Théoden onto his horse, preparing to withdraw from the battlefield.
At the same time, at Gondor Palace, the modified trolls and mammoths had also breached the protective walls, and countless orcs rushed onto the walls and into the palace.
Seeing the orc army's fierce offensive, not only Aragorn but also Gandalf and Legolas felt despair.
Just then, a spatial portal radiating holy light suddenly appeared high in the sky.
Mike, wielding the King's Sword, then emerged from the void.
After assessing the battlefield situation, he immediately swung his two swords.
Immediately afterwards, countless white orbs of holy light, like fireflies, enveloped the palace of Gondor and the Rohan reinforcements outside the city.
"I knew it! Heroes always appear when people need them most!!!"
After the orc army surrounding him was wiped out by the "fireflies," the dwarf Jinpi looked at the god-like figure high in the sky and let out a hearty laugh.
To the side, Gandalf and the others, who had also been given a chance to catch their breath, looked at Mike who had arrived and their faces lit up with relieved smiles.
At the same time, Iowa, who was about to leave outside the city, suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky in surprise.
"The time has come to prove your worth!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Mike, who had saved the Gondorian soldiers and Rohan reinforcements with his sword, turned to look at the portal behind him.
Then, guided by the King's Sword, an army of countless ghosts radiating green light surged out from the portal.
After falling to the ground, these intangible ghostly armies ignored physical damage and swarmed towards the orc army like locusts.
Amidst muffled howls, one orc after another was corrupted into skeletons.
Even the more powerful modified trolls and mammoths were dragged down by the ghost army and turned into piles of broken bones on the ground.
"This...this is too...too..."
Standing on the dilapidated protective wall, Pi Ping looked down at the scene below, his voice trembling uncontrollably, and said, "I don't know how to describe it."
“Yes, terrifying,” Merri chimed in, offering a fitting description.
The annihilation of the orc army should have been a cause for celebration, but the terrifying scenes of the ghosts fighting gave everyone a chilling feeling.
Even Aragorn and Legolas wore expressions that were hard to describe.
Gandalf the wizard couldn't help but furrow his brow.
Although the ghostly army below was not large in number, only about two or three thousand, they were indestructible and fearless of pain, making them the most terrifying army in Middle-earth.
This inevitably made the wizard wonder if Mike, who had the command of such a team, would become the next "Demonic Lord".
Amidst everyone's differing thoughts, the ghost army had already swept through tens of thousands of orc soldiers with unstoppable momentum.
After cutting off the battlefield, the ghost leader once again led his men to eliminate the orc phalanx one by one.
Neat... Clean... Efficient...
Aside from the terror, this was the most profound impression the ghost army left on everyone.
More than half an hour later, when the last orc fell on the battlefield, the ghost army, led by its leader, returned to Mike's feet once again.
"Human King, we have completed our mission, and we ask you to fulfill your promise."
The ghost leader knelt on the ground and looked up at the figure in the sky.
His eyes held anticipation, unease, and hope.
Immediately afterwards, the ghostly army behind it also knelt down in a rush.
“King of Men? That title does suit him quite well…” Gandalf seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly relaxed. Then he said, “Let’s go and meet His Majesty the King of Men.”
Regardless, the arrival of Mike and his Ghost Legion saved Gondor.
Looking at the god-like figure high in the sky, countless Gondor soldiers and civilians gradually showed expressions of gratitude and worship on their faces.
They then spontaneously joined Aragorn and the others to go and pay homage.
Meanwhile, outside the city, the Éomer siblings, along with a dozen or so surviving Rohan reinforcements, were heading towards Mike's direction.
"Because of your courage and keeping your promise, I, in the name of the King of Men, grant you liberation..." High in the sky, Mike looked down at the ghostly army and said, "You are free!"
"Freedom...we are finally free..."
"A thousand years, we've waited for this moment for over a thousand years..."
"..."
The ghost army, now free, wept with joy.
"Long live the King of Humanity!!!" xN
"Long live the human king..."
"..."
Immediately afterwards, led by their leader, the ghosts shouted "Long live the new King!" and thanked him for his generosity.
After shouting their praises, having completed their mission, they transformed into specks of green light and vanished into the world.
“I know him. He is the Lord of Lonely Mountain… He truly deserves the title of King of Man…”
“I remember him too, the former ‘Healer,’ who saved Gondor more than once…”
"..."
Upon recognizing Mike's face, many Gondor soldiers and civilians began to murmur amongst themselves. The memory of the "Healer" saving Gondor sixty years ago slowly resurfaced in their minds.
"Long live the King of Men!!! Long live the Healers!!!..."
Cheers slowly rose from the crowd, quickly becoming a continuous roar, no less loud than the commotion caused by the ghost army earlier.
Aragorn and Éowyn, among others, then joined in the cheering.
Amid cheers, Mike, high in the air, once again reaped a large amount of faith points.
Seeing the total energy bar advance significantly, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face. Then, he unleashed healing power from his hand, saying, "The war is over. Your next task is to rebuild your homes..."
As the healing power descended, the soldiers and civilians who had been injured in the previous battle were pleasantly surprised to find that their injuries were slowly subsiding.
Then came another heartfelt thank you.
……
"How does it feel to be the king of humanity?"
As the crowd dispersed, Gandalf, still smiling, jokingly teased Mike, who had descended from the void.
“It’s great, I’ve never felt so good.” Mike, who had gained a lot of faith points, gave the truthful answer.
Moreover, his title of "King of Humanity" is already firmly established, and he will gain even more faith points from the various races of Middle-earth in the coming period.
"Your Majesty, could you please save my elder brother?"
While Mike was chatting with the wizard, Faramir, who had witnessed his healing abilities, quickly went to the back and carried his seriously injured and unconscious brother over.
Boromir, who had almost been burned to death, was still as black as charcoal and was clearly not out of danger yet.
"He's badly injured, but thankfully his will to live is strong..." After examining Boromir's injuries, Mike immediately conjured a large ball of healing power in his hand.
As the healing light merged with him, new flesh slowly grew over the large burns on Boromir's body. As the scabs fell off, he was reborn.
"What's wrong with me...fire...Father..."
Boromir, who suddenly opened his eyes, seemed to be in a state of mental confusion and struggled to get up.
"It's all over now, His Majesty the King saved us..." Faramir quickly stepped forward to comfort his elder brother, and told him what had happened after the other man fell unconscious.
“Your Majesty, please forgive my offense in Rivendell. You saved Gondor and me, and from now on, my life belongs to you. I would not be a man if I did not even flinch at your command.” Having accepted the fact that his father was dead, Boromir rose and knelt before Mike.
It's clear that although Boromir has his flaws, he's still a tough guy.
Mike looked at the big, goofy guy in front of him, whose skin was as smooth as a hard-boiled egg, and waved his hand with a smile, indicating that the other person didn't need to worry about it.
“Mr. Mike, could you please help treat my uncle?” Just then, Éowyn helped King Théoden forward.
The elderly King Théoden, after two consecutive fierce battles, had already suffered damage to his very essence.
Although she had recently been bathed in healing light, she still didn't look very well.
“Eowen, Mr. Mike has already done a lot of work, don’t trouble him anymore…” King Théoden scolded his niece, seemingly not wanting to cause Mike any more trouble.
After all, from a normal person's perspective, Mike had previously summoned the ghost army and healed a large number of wounded soldiers, so he must have expended a lot of energy.
"It's alright, healing one more person won't take much effort." Mike reassured King Théoden, then gathered another ball of healing power and threw it at him.
The wool comes from the sheep's back; only Mike knows that healing everyone's wounds didn't consume much of his faith power. In fact, he gained a lot from it.
"Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty." King Théoden, feeling much better after being treated, immediately expressed his gratitude.
His treatment not only cured his physical weakness, but also restored some of his vital essence.
I can live at least three to five years longer than before.
In conclusion, Mike deserves his thanks.
"By the way, Aragorn and King Théoden, what are your plans now?" After finishing his business, Mike looked at the two human kings.
The Orc army suffered a crushing defeat, leaving Mordor vulnerable. Now is the perfect opportunity to launch a counterattack against the Dark Lord Sauron.
Mike, of course, wouldn't let it go.
The reason for involving Gondor and Rohan was to expand their influence and prepare for harvesting faith power in the future.
"Please give me your plans, and the Kingdom of Rohan will give you its full support." The older and more experienced King Théoden seemed to have sensed something.
Moreover, having a human king lead the counterattack against Mordor is exactly what he wants to see.
“You are the new King of Men, and Gondor is willing to support your decision.” Aragorn, who had also tasted something, then looked back at Mike with a burning gaze.
No matter the time or circumstance, achieving the feat of counterattacking Mordor is something to be proud of.
Although Aragorn was not capable of being the initiator, as a descendant of Isildur, he did not mind becoming a follower of the new King.
"Are you interested in attacking Mordor?" With the situation at this point, Mike naturally didn't need to keep them in suspense.
"As expected~" x2
Aragorn and Théoden, the two human kings, exchanged a glance, both showing a knowing look on their faces.
"The warriors of Gondor are ready to answer your call at any time," Aragorn declared once again.
Gondor had just suffered devastation at the hands of the Orcish army, and attacking Mordor now would be a good opportunity to vent the anger of the Gondorian people and soldiers who had suffered losses.
"I can also immediately return to Rohan to gather an army and prepare for the attack on Mordor," King Théoden then stated.
“No need for that complicated process. There shouldn’t be many orcs left in Mordor. If all goes well, the Gondor warriors should be able to handle them…” Mike said. “As for Sauron, leave him to me.”
Among the forces of darkness, the most difficult to deal with is the Demon Lord Sauron.
Having witnessed Mike's abilities, no one doubted whether he was capable of dealing with the Demon Lord.
This eliminates the biggest hidden danger.
Furthermore, given that the dark forces had just suffered a major blow, Mike's proposal was no longer just empty talk.
"I will immediately mobilize the army; this time, we are determined to crush Mordor." Having grasped the key to this, Aragorn was suddenly filled with powerful fighting spirit.
“I still have a dozen or so Rohan cavalrymen who can join the battle,” King Théoden said, equally unwilling to be outdone.
“And me too~” Princess Iowa, who had been listening for a while, then spoke up.
"How could I miss out on this battle?! Dwarf here to fight!"
"And me, the elves, have also applied to join the battle!"
"Don't forget, there are hobbits here too..."
"..."
As the voices rang out one after another, the dwarf Gimpulse, the elf prince Legolas, the hobbits Pippin and Merry, and others stepped forward one after another.
Further to the side, the wizard Gandalf, the brothers Boromir and Éomer, and others also stepped forward, demonstrating their stance through their actions.
At this point, the great undertaking of defeating Mordor was inevitable.
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(End of this chapter)