Chapter 13 The Commander of the Orcs, Gothmog!

Over two meters tall, with gnarled and terrifying muscles, oily and rough skin, terrifying blood vessels coursing like dragons and snakes across his body, coarse black鬃毛 fluttering in the wind, and of course, that indescribable sour stench to humans, plus a pale pig's head seemingly covered in swollen tumors, this was Gothmog, the commander of the Orcs!

He raised the giant axe in his hand high. Instantly, the surface of the axe was filled with an intensely strong red light. Then, the light flashed, and the red light exploded, impacting the surrounding people like a shockwave, covering at least four or five square kilometers of Orcs.

Covered by the red shockwave, the Orcs simultaneously let out an indescribable roar from deep within their throats! Then, they raised the weapons in their hands high, the greed and fervor in their eyes so red it seemed like they could drip blood!

This super-tier Bloodlust spell from Gothmog, whether in terms of coverage or stimulation intensity, was definitely not inferior to a white-robed wizard like Gandalf. It also reflected why he could sit firmly as the commander of the Orcs.

The next second, the giant axe in Gothmog's hand slashed down fiercely with a violent whoosh. The back of the giant axe smashed onto the hard chestnut wood peg below. This thing flew out all at once, and then four thick, arm-sized black lacquered cables cracked sharply in the air, then catapulted open!

These cables were made of leather, hair, giant beast tendons, and rendered underground creature grease, providing great kinetic energy acceleration to the lever arm after being tightened. Then, rotating in a large diameter circle, it launched the giant stone loaded inside!

As if receiving a signal, the one hundred and fourteen trebuchets surrounding Minas Tirith also launched huge stones one after another! For a time, the sky seemed to darken, as if forming large stone clouds, raining down.

Minas Tirith had not experienced the baptism of war for nearly a hundred years, so the traces of peace in the city built against the mountain were very obvious. The most typical proof was the exquisite, garden-like balustrade buildings built against the mountain.

These buildings were full of Gondorian sentiment. Under the sunlight, the buildings produced rich light and shadow effects and changes between the real and the virtual. Compared with other closed buildings, the sunshine eliminated the dullness of the closed walls, and decorative techniques such as sculptures, high reliefs, and bas-reliefs created a unique decorative art.

------Their only shortcoming was that they weren't durable, like a novice prostitute.

The first round of bombardment from the Orc trebuchets launched at least eighty-seven tons of stones, which rotated and tumbled at an initial velocity of over five hundred meters per second, faster than the speed of sound. They heavily crashed onto the walls of Minas Tirith.

Those balustrade buildings instantly collapsed like molting skin. The painstaking carving of thousands of skilled craftsmen over several years or even decades turned to nothing, revealing the ugly and solid wartime parapets inside Minas Tirith, as well as arrow slits and hidden passages...

The magnificent Minas Tirith finally donned its ugly melee armor...

Amidst the shrill and long horn sound, nearly forty towering siege towers appeared at the same time. The height of each siege tower even exceeded that of a giant trebuchet, slowly advancing towards the city walls.

The main framework of the siege tower was made of iron birch, which grew in the extremely cold climate of the north. The innermost layer was獸皮, clay, and branches. Then, a half-orc priest exhausted his magical power to pour the most basic earth-to-stone spell on it. Then, the top was continuously covered with animal skins and clay, and the spell was continuously cast. Therefore, looking at this siege tower from a distance, it did not look like a man-made object at all. Instead, it was just an indestructible giant rock slowly approaching!

Of course, to push this thing, you had to use ogres with amazing brute strength. These guys with light gray and loose skin, despite being covered in full body armor, had amazing power in their fat and huge bodies!

The height of the giant siege tower was exactly level with the city walls of Minas Tirith. Inside were the most elite Uruk-hai warriors. Once they got close to the city walls and jumped up, normal humans would be almost unable to resist. It would be a massacre, a naked massacre.

This was the Orc's war, simple, neat, and full of a reckless and barbaric style.

In fact, it was the same. In the face of overwhelming strength, no tactics were the best tactics, and a push strategy was the best choice!

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No contractor would enter the first wave of assault.

While storming the walls first was very glorious, the casualty rate would be at least 70%.

Now that the battle had entered this state, the only thing the contractors belonging to Noah Space C could do was wait.

In fact, after all the past connections were wiped out, very few contractors could even speak to Gothmog. One of them relied on his Saruman disciple token, and that also included Fang Senyan.

The terror of +3 Legend was something that even Ringwraiths and powerful Orc commanders could not resist.

However, being able to talk to him did not mean that you could influence Gothmog. Just like now, the strange calm of the contractors inside Minas Tirith made people know that there was definitely a trap, but they couldn't figure out where the trap was!

Fang Senyan's mind was also spinning rapidly:

"What is the core of this siege battle? It's the siege equipment, that's right. Once these siege equipment are gone, no matter how sharp the Orcs' blades and axes are, they won't be able to cross the incredibly thick city walls to harm the other side. The opponent can't possibly not see this!! So, what method will they use to deal with these siege equipment? These things also have hit points and defense power, they are definitely not paper-made fakes!"

"Brother Rock! Brother Rock!" Sanzi suddenly came to his side and whispered, "Kuluteguo said he sensed a large amount of abnormal earth elemental power gathering in the city on the other side!"

Fang Senyan suddenly took a deep breath:

"Could it be...?!"

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At the same time. Inside Minas Tirith,

Almost all of the contractor leaders were gathered in the city's dungeon.

Their expressions were a little nervous, but also a little expectant.

In front of them, the battle situation was being played out in real-time.

"Get closer, get closer! Almost there, according to our previous massive deductions and calculations, launch in seventeen seconds, and the enemy will suffer the greatest losses!"

A man who looked very refined said calmly, but his trembling hands completely betrayed his mood.

Jazz was also present at this time, and he was also in the position of commanding the group. He turned to look at another woman wearing an earth-yellow mage robe:

"Onyxia, how is your side prepared?"

"Three large magic circles have been completed, and an unexpected good news has happened. Gandalf came over and pointed out some changes to the magic circle's纹路, which allows our output to be extended by an additional 23% compared to the expected time."

Jazz picked up his goblet and took a light sip of the fine wine. His right hand gently swept across the air. Suddenly, a clear image appeared out of thin air where he swept. The image displayed was actually a vertical sectional view of the terrain of Minas Tirith projected by an electronic computer! Contour lines and density line data were all clearly visible!

"The power of science is really too great," Jazz said softly.

When he learned that the decisive battle would be in Minas Tirith, Jazz immediately used the advantages of a large team to start discussing various ways to defend the city. One of them proposed a request, hoping to obtain all the information of Minas Tirith for a comprehensive analysis.

The purpose of this guy was actually to divert the water of the Anduin River to impact the terrifying enemy under the city, and his intention initially gained great support.

Then, the entire Stockholm team used powerful connections and strength in the real world, combined with the data provided in The Lord of the Rings, to meticulously create and restore a deep terrain map near Minas Tirith using a super-large computer.

After research and discussion, it was shown that a water attack was somewhat unrealistic, but a contractor who had previously studied geology proposed:

To attack Minas Tirith, the battlefield would be located at the intersection of the Pelennor Fields and Mount Mindolluin.

The formation of mountains is often the result of the compression of two major plates. The stress points cannot be released and cannot go down, so they can only bulge. From this point of view, it has the basic conditions for inducing natural disasters.

Then, in the computer simulation, it was discovered that the deep structural deformation here was also characterized by thrust and right-handed shear. After repeated confirmation, it was believed that the feasibility of creating a controllable earthquake in Minas Tirith was very high, because although the geological conditions here were stable, they were actually only established on a few key points. As long as these points were destroyed one by one, the possibility of success was quite high.

This sounds very complicated, but the principle is also very simple, just like a vase placed on a table. To make the vase fall to your side, quickly saw off the two table legs closest to you. To make the vase fall to the opposite side, quickly saw off the two table legs farthest from you.

With endless variations, it is nothing more than the extension of such a simple law.

In addition, Minas Tirith was built on Mount Mindolluin, known as the White Mountain, and the rock of this mountain is known for its hardness, so the probability of a landslide backfiring is not non-existent, but very small.

After thousands of simulations, they came to the best solution, which was to combine gunpowder and magic. First, they could try to detonate a large amount of explosives in a certain area, and then activate the magic, inducing a small earthquake. The energy released by the earthquake would extend along the broken area previously caused by the explosive detonation!!!

The advantage of doing this was that the power of gunpowder and magic could be combined in a balanced way, and the demand for earth-type mages could be greatly reduced. At the same time, it would reduce the commotion they made when casting spells together by more than half, avoiding the chance of being detected by the other party in advance.

Suddenly, Jazz raised his crystal goblet and remotely saluted the outside of the city in the dark and damp dungeon, smiling:

"Good luck, gentlemen."

After he made this action, the "Calamity" plan was fully launched!!!

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On the hot-blooded battlefield, when the incredibly powerful catapults were already fully operational and frantically pouring stones, when the enormous siege towers were only a few dozen meters away from the city walls!!

On the western side of the vast Pelennor Fields, a full three or four kilometers away from the battlefield, a dull and extremely loud noise suddenly came from underground. Then, seven or eight vents appeared near the area where the loud noise came from, spraying out columns of dim yellow sand smoke fifty or sixty meters high into the sky!

Then, a terrifying sound continued to come from underground. The sound was indescribable. However, everyone on the battlefield felt unsteady on their feet. Then, they saw that a crack appeared in the place where the explosion first occurred, and it quickly extended towards the center of the battlefield!!!

The width of the crack was initially less than half a meter, but it quickly lengthened and widened with the shaking of the earth, eventually expanding to a width of tens of meters!! It extended slowly, majestically, and irresistibly, presenting an arc. It swept across the plain battlefield below Minas Tirith. In the face of this terrifying natural disaster, the morale of the Orc army instantly plummeted to the lowest point. They fled in panic, holding their heads, but a small half of the catapults that could not be moved away in a hurry disappeared into the dark depths of the earth's crack.

This was just a small earthquake, but the consequences it created were shocking!

At this time, Minas Tirith was protected and defended by this unfathomable, arc-shaped abyss crack that was about twenty meters wide. The length of the crack even exceeded six kilometers. Anyone who wanted to attack Minas Tirith from the ground now had to take an extra five or six kilometers from the left and right sides!

That unfathomable crack was like a mournful scar on the Pelennor Fields!

Even more embarrassing was that the crack ran horizontally across the plain one or two hundred meters away from Minas Tirith, which meant that the twenty or so giant siege towers that had approached the city walls were cut off from the main force! To rescue them, one way was to bypass the terrifying crack, and the other way was to directly cross the abyss-like gap!

After experiencing extreme shock and shock, the morale of the defenders suddenly surged. Then, dazzling and brilliant light also emanated from the towering and simple white tower. This trick only required twenty or so contractors who knew the basic arcane spell: Illuminate, to create. It would have been dismissed by the people of Noah Space C as a showy and impractical little toy, but in such a specific occasion, it instantly raised the morale of the defenders in the city to the highest level!

For a time, the entire Minas Tirith was boiling with the slogan of "miracle". In the fortress-like city, hundreds of catapults frantically tilted stones towards the siege towers that had their retreat cut off. A large number of contractors mixed with a heavy cavalry of more than five hundred men poured out from the city gates, seemingly carrying something. Their target was the ogres responsible for pushing the giant siege towers. If they didn't strike a drowning dog at this time, when would they!

After encountering this situation, the half-orc commander Gothmog also felt at a loss, but he was, after all, a powerful leader who had been entrusted by Sauron. He quickly recovered from the shock of the natural disaster, rode on his hyena mount, and ran around to boost morale!

Then, under his dispatch, the half-orc army on the plain below the city immediately separated into two teams on the left and right, bypassing the terrifying crack of death, rushing over to fight the enemy, or to rescue their compatriots. Looking down from the sky, it was like a giant black crab, stretching out two pincers on the left and right, fiercely clamping towards the enemy under the city.

However, relying on the advantage of overlooking the battlefield, Minas Tirith had long observed Gothmog's movements clearly. The troops and contractors who left the city quickly retreated unscathed before the half-orc reinforcements arrived, without even a tentative exchange of fire. However, Fang Senyan saw clearly that they had all thrown down the things they had carried when they left the city.

Those things were water bags, and the water in thousands of water bags was splashed on the ground, gathering together. It didn't cause a flood, but at least it made the ground wet, not to mention that the Pelennor Fields was originally a place with abundant water and grass!

What followed was very simple. On the first level of the city walls of Minas Tirith, those earth-type contractors who had created the earthquake earlier joined together again and began to use magic circles to cast spells, but what they cast was not a powerful spell, but a low-level spell like Illuminate:

"Mud Swamp."

The reason why this spell was a low-level spell was because it was extremely restricted by the environment. It could not be used in the desert, but it could not be used on a completely watery surface either. The drier the place, the worse the effect.

Its effect was to create a large area of mud swamp with a depth of one meter to half a meter. The creation of this spell was mainly used to deal with cavalry charges. But this meant that the half-orc army going to rescue their comrades would have to face the awkward situation of wading through the mud for several kilometers. Of course, those elite Uruk-hai carried by the siege towers would also have to wade through the mud with difficulty if they wanted to escape.

And they were all within the range of the defenders on Minas Tirith!! Restricted by the Mud Swamp's slow movement speed, they became living targets that could not fight back!