Chapter 15 Crafted Catastrophe

Of these twenty-five giant catapults, fifteen had been hastily constructed by Mordor's craftsmen in an afternoon, kept hidden in the shadows. Combined with the remaining catapults from before and the giant catapults exchanged by the Contractors, they totaled twenty-five, secretly transported under the cover of night, then quietly assembled at the front!

At this time, Minas Tirith was already like a pot of boiling thick porridge, stirred up by Grond, the battering ram, and the nine Ringwraiths in the sky. For a moment, no one noticed the movement here.

Upon a command, the twenty-five giant catapults fiercely raised their arms, crazily hurling flaming oil bombs and stones at the walls of Minas Tirith. In this situation, the combined power of twenty-five giant catapults was not to be underestimated, and they were undoubtedly the main force of the third wave of attack!

"Then the fourth wave of attack..." Fang Senyan already understood. With his strategic vision, he wouldn't fail to see the opposing think tank's trump card even now. He looked at the figures beginning to gather in the darkness, realizing that the third and fourth waves of attack should be complementary.

Yes, that was the only type of soldier currently capable of posing a threat to the walls of Minas Tirith: Orc arsonists!

The thirty-meter attack range meant they had to sneak beneath the city walls to launch an effective attack. Giant catapults weren't cannons; after five or six rounds of throwing, they needed to be inspected and their ropes replaced, or they would break too quickly. This created a ten to twenty-minute window of vulnerability.

During this period, the Orc arsonists could quietly sneak under the city walls and continue their relentless fire attack on the devastated first layer of walls, spreading flames, poisonous smoke, and stench across the battlefield!

These four waves of attack were interlocked and complementary. Fang Senyan could even see that the seemingly most powerful wave—the Grond battering ram—was actually a feint. The real killer move lay in the section of the city wall that the Blue Light team had obtained intelligence about and was fiercely attacking.

Why was Grond, the battering ram, a feint? Because it had already appeared in the movie and left a deep impression. Given the Jazz and his team's thorough examination of the terrain and geology around Minas Tirith, even without knowing the battlefield, it was impossible that they wouldn't have prepared countermeasures for this move.

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"Do you think there are any loopholes in my plan?" Fang Senyan, half-lying in bed with his eyes closed, suddenly asked.

At this time, only old Charlie, the cold old butler, was by his side. He usually followed Fang Senyan like a shadow, almost imperceptible, but he could truly play a role when Fang Senyan needed him.

After listening to Fang Senyan's question, old Charlie was silent for a while and said:

"Almost none, but the risk is really too great!"

Fang Senyan said only five words lightly:

"Fortune favors the bold."

At this time, the battle above and below the city was in full swing. Fang Senyan was alone in his tent, repeatedly considering his plan again and again, until he was sure there were no major loopholes. Only then did he fall onto the simple bed and sleep soundly.

This wasn't because Fang Senyan was lazy, but because if things really unfolded as he expected, then not conserving his energy and getting a good rest now would mean he probably wouldn't be able to sleep later.

Accumulating one more point of energy now would add one more point to his chances of winning later.

The intensity of the battle that night far exceeded Fang Senyan's expectations. Everyone in the team except him participated!

After relying on the Grond giant battering ram to advance to the city gate, the defenders of Minas Tirith certainly couldn't sit idly by. They directly hoarded heavy troops on the city wall section at the city gate, frantically pouring stones and arrows down, to the point that spitting could kill several people.

In this situation, Zi's Force attacks, Ardaruis's Mind Storm, and Kulu's incredibly powerful stone throwing attacks could directly strike the enemy. Reef was responsible for taking care of their safety.

Ronnie, whose strength had greatly increased, rushed forward bravely. For him, who had become a Hammer Forger, the nearly twenty-meter-high first city wall of Minas Tirith was no longer too much of an obstacle. During a charge, using a dagger to stab into the city wall for support allowed him to easily climb over it.

The Contractors of the Alliance were generally one rank lower than those of Sauron's side, but they had an absolute advantage in numbers. Therefore, once Ronnie climbed onto the city wall, he didn't get entangled in battle. He immediately used a Major Illusion technique to conjure Ghostly Image Flash!

Wherever each of his clones passed, there would be a clear, piercing light! Eleven bright rays of light pierced through everything in different directions, as if they regarded everything as nothing! If viewed from above, the scene would look like a bizarre giant flower. And at the place where the giant flower bloomed, coupled with the forced suppression of the passive ability of the bloody weapon in his hand, there was wailing everywhere, bodies were cut in half, and blood flowed like a river!

The Ace team relied on powerful individual strength, and the contribution points they earned rose rapidly. Most importantly, because Reef didn't need to charge on the front lines, only responsible for blocking ranged attacks and using the Hand of God in emergencies, he was relatively the most relaxed. It was precisely because Fang Senyan considered himself to be useless on such a battlefield that he stayed in the camp to conserve his energy.

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Although the white and beautiful city had been smoked and scorched into a painted face, although blood flowed like a river near the city gate, and the corpses were piled up several meters high, almost reaching half the height of the city wall, although the fire on the first city wall had not been extinguished, although everywhere were ordinary people tormented by the Ringwraiths' screams of terror almost to madness...

But, until the dawn of light arrived, Minas Tirith... had not been breached after all!!!

Both sides fought extremely fiercely in this siege battle. Although the Ace team did not suffer any casualties, it was built on the addition of incredibly powerful team abilities, as well as Reef's Hand of God accurate rescue ability. The casualties of the remaining Contractors on both sides were over one-third.

As for famous plot characters, they also found it difficult to escape the doom of death. In the sneer of the Grim Reaper, strong men and heroes also withered in turn, whether it was Sauron's side or the high-end combat power in Minas Tirith.

Sauron's side first had the Grond battering ram destroyed. This fierce weapon, known as indestructible, first suffered a blizzard magic attack jointly cast by a group of mages, and then was covered by the range magic Meteor Fire Rain. The other party cleverly used the principle of thermal expansion and contraction to destroy this legendary siege weapon that was radiating ferocity!

Even more amazing was that the Jazz had obviously made some targeted arrangements for the Ringwraiths. With Gandalf's help, two incredibly powerful Ringwraiths fell!

Then, of the twenty-five giant catapults attacking the city, only two were still operating normally. Most of the others were completely damaged because they exceeded their usage intensity. Only a few were destroyed, but the consequences were the same - they could not be used. Most importantly, this also meant that Sauron's side had exhausted its reserves of materials for manufacturing war equipment. It would be difficult to restore the old appearance without several days of accumulation, but now, what Sauron's side lacked was time!

The only Orc arsonists who could barely attack the city walls were also dead, and it was almost impossible for them to appear in formation again.

All four killer moves were frustrated! And it was the kind of setback where they slammed into a stone wall and broke their heads!

Of course, there are gains and losses in everything. Sauron's side suffered such heavy losses, so was the price paid by the Alliance small?

Gandalf was seriously injured. Although he was conscious, he would not be able to fight for three days. With Denethor II, the Steward of Minas Tirith, having fallen into madness, Gandalf could only become a spiritual leader.

The Royal Guard, Beregond, died in battle. Perhaps this guy was not very famous, but the people who participated in attacking him each received an average of 1,300 contribution points and a Sauron badge x1 after his death. This showed his identity. After his death, the morale of the defenders immediately weakened by 30%.

In addition, a small team won the lottery. The stone they bought by selling everything they owned hit a member of the Fellowship of the Ring, Pippin, son of Paladin... The hobbit died on the spot, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to leave a complete corpse. No one knew their specific income, but they were recognized as the people closest to legendary equipment.

In addition, driving away the Ringwraiths and Fellbeasts and killing them were two completely different things. Therefore, in the extremely unfavorable conditions of the night battle, a total of twenty-three giant eagles were exchanged, thirteen died, seven were seriously injured, and the remaining giant eagles began to refuse to execute any orders.

It was because the humans asked them to fight in extremely unfavorable darkness that such a terrible casualty rate was caused. In other words, facing the remaining seven Ringwraiths, the city had already lost effective means of restraint, but for the Ringwraiths, the annihilation of two companions should also make the arrogant them much more vigilant and no longer reckless.

As the dawn approached, the Orc offensive retreated like a tide, leaving only corpses scattered across the field, wisps of green smoke, and even crows that were so hungry that they flew to the battlefield to peck at corpses. For a time, there was an eerie stillness. Both sides were like severely wounded beasts, snarling lowly while hating each other, licking their wounds.