"Oh My God..."

“Faramir…”

“Faramir…”

In front of Gondor's gate, when a horse dragged a bloody body into the gate.

The soldiers guarding the city gate immediately couldn't help but exclaim.

For the governing prime minister of Gondor, Denethol, his youngest son Rafamir has been a maverick since childhood. He acted generously and generously as a similar person to the emperor. He was close to the annoying wizard. Most importantly, Faramir did not listen to him, and he always thought he was self-righteous, just like the Hobbit who let go of the Ring of Power this time.

In Denethal's heart, his youngest son was far inferior to his eldest son Polomir.

But it is not the case in the eyes of the Gondor warriors.

Faramir is also an excellent leader and commander.

“Quick…”

"The Prime Minister wants to see Ramir..."

"Faramir is not dead yet, he needs treatment first..."

"Execute the command!"

"yes..."

"Quick, be careful..."

Faramir's body was surrounded by soldiers and quickly brought to the Gondor Palace.

On the tall city wall, Gandalf looked at the bloody Ramir's body and looked at the countless troops on the vast and boundless plains ahead, and couldn't help but look at the high building where the palace was located in the rear.

At this time, Denethol asked Polomir to lead a team of hundreds of people to attack the army of tens of thousands of orcs, which was simply to think that his son Faramir would die!

"Denesall is going crazy..."

Gandalf looked at the grand and magnificent palace high above, worried that Denethol would do something even more crazy, so he immediately turned around and got off the city wall, led King Jieying, the king of horses, and turned over and ran towards the palace.

In front of the vast square of the palace.

The white tree still withered and looks lifeless.

When the soldiers carried Faramir's body to the square.

A group of well-dressed ministers followed Denezol, the leader, and ran out quickly.

“Faramir…”

"My son..."

Denethol ran to the stretcher with a sad face, looking at the bloody corpse in front of him, his face getting more and more crazy.

"They are brave, but outnumbered and all sacrificed..."

"Dead..."

"My son is dead..."

Denethol looked at the corpse in front of him with a crazy expression, and what the pharmacist doctor in Gondor said to him quickly flashed in his mind. His eldest son Polomir would not wake up again unless a miracle happened.

Now, the body of the youngest son is also in front of him.

"The bloodline has been cut off!"

"Then why do I still struggle to support this shaky and ragged Gondor Kingdom?"

"Are you waiting for the lowly ranger who is willing to be with the dirty humans at the bottom to regain the position of Gondor Human Emperor?"

"No, never!"

He would never allow such a thing to happen...

He would never bow down to that depraved family or that lowly ranger!

no way!

"Sir, it seems that Lord Faramir is not dead yet, he needs treatment..."

At this time, the warrior beside him couldn't help but whisper.

But Denethal, who had been caught in a mental blow at this time, could not hear it.

"grown ups..."

"grown ups..."

The warrior called again.

Denethol could not hear any other voices at all, and staggered to the edge of the vast square, looking at the dark and desperate shadow of the Modo army in front of Gondor City.

An extremely crazy idea suddenly popped up in my mind.

There were no reinforcements from Rohan.

My own bloodline was cut off.

Even if he wins, Gondor will return to the hands of the lowly ranger.

That's better than...

That's better than...

At this moment, Denethol, who had a crazy expression, looked extremely crazy.

He turned around and shouted to the soldiers and ministers behind him: "Everyone run away, go and run away!"

The moment the words fell.

The soldiers and ministers behind who were paying attention to Denethal were immediately stunned.

At this time, Gandalf rode on the jeshaw and rushed to the square, and his face changed drastically when he heard Denethal's voice.

"Gondo is no longer saved..."

"Everyone escapes..."

Denethol yelled again, but he had not finished speaking.

His body was knocked on his head by a white staff falling from the sky.

"You're already crazy!"

Gandalf jumped off the shadow with anger and waved his staff at Denethol one after another.

"Bang bang..."

With several staffs in succession, the ruling prime minister who had been pampered for many years was easily defeated by Gandalf. Gandalf then turned around and shouted to everyone: "Hurry!"

"Modo's army is right in front of us, resisting Modo's attack, and performing their own duties!"

"Add to act quickly..."

Gandalf looked anxious and directed the leaders and ministers.

Just then.

"hold head high..."

"hold head high..."

"hold head high..."

The horns were heard from the army of Modo in the Pelano Hirano in front of Gondor.

"Swoosh swish swish..."

Several huge rock shells were bombarded by huge castle cars and bombarded Gondor's extremely strong city walls.

Immediately afterwards, the orc army immediately burst into the roar of shocking monsters.

The war has begun.

......

Minas Demon Cave.

Below the Chiliswugou Pass.

The sky is always dark and gloomy.

The endless hot mountain wind with the smell of sulfur was whistling endlessly.

On the steep and steep mountain road.

Three short figures were moving tirelessly.

Finally, as they stepped on the last stone staircase, the three-person team stood in front of a gloomy and dark deep path.

These three are naturally the three preceptors Frodo and Sam Gollu.

Since yesterday, Goulu deliberately threw away two Hobbit dry food, Lambas, the elf bread that he tried to incite Frodo to drive Sam away, failed.

Gulu immediately showed a lot of respect.
To be continued...