Chapter 177 The war is endless, the struggle is endless!

At this moment, several figures in the Divine Realm, Aman Continent—Valinor, all looked at the Middle-earth Continent in unison.

"What a terrifying energy, that guy Sauron, is he doing something big again?"

Sensing the energy of the scattered waves in space, the Lord God Manwe was secretly worried.

Of course, he knew Sauron.

As the most loyal subordinate of the Demon God, Sauron took over the banner of the Demon God Melkor after he was expelled into the Void Realm and began to lead the forces of darkness to rampantly expand on the Middle-earth continent.

The method of his actions is even more cruel and darker than that of Melkor.

Why did Númenor perish? Why did the prosperous world of elves decline? Wasn't the reason behind all of this the work of Sauron?

"Manwe, I feel a little uneasy." A voice suddenly came from the side, but it was Yavanna.

Hearing the sound, the other main gods also turned their heads.

Seeing this, the goddess Yavanna explained: "The plants are withering, the ground is full of flames, everything is burning, only the scorched earth is left, what should we do-?"

She is the main god who controls all living beings and can perceive changes in Middle-earth.

"We perhaps should stop it and capture that guy Sauron back," one person said.

This man is the god of war Tulkas.

"No..." Manwe shook his head gently, "We have no way to descend to that world again."

Last time, after the war between them and the demon god Melkor led to the sinking of the continent of the West Sea of Middle-earth, a restraining order was already issued.

Therefore, they can only stay on the continent of Valinor, which has been separated from the world of Arda, and they can no longer do it themselves.

"Then what should we do? Are we going to watch that fellow Sauron make the whole land as smoky as before?"

Hearing this, the gods could not help but be silent.

At the beginning of the birth of the world, in fact, they also participated in the creation of it, leaving their footprints in many places, and they obviously have feelings for Middle-earth.

Manwe also didn't say a word, and after a while, he said slowly:

"The giant eagle will carry Vanyar's elf to the dark, it will not succeed..

When everyone heard the words, although they were still a little worried, they nodded: "I hope everything can end."

During the conversation, the fluctuations in the air still did not stop, which made everything a little restless, as if a storm was about to come.

The sky above the Golos Plain was completely covered by flames. Countless magic power was burning on the earth and the sky, mixed with lightning and thunder, and it was chaotic, as if it had become a forbidden area.

In the burning flames, only two blurred figures could be seen, not only shuttled and collided among them but then caused even greater riots, tearing the world apart.

Although the changes on the horizon were shocking, the war still did not stop.

The strong orc army that crossed the death swamp and passed through the dark jungle has arrived at Long Lake under the leadership of Borg.

The strong orcs began to cut down trees, build rafts, and lead the river towards the Lonely Mountain.

Sauron, the king of the Kingdom of the Mountain, and Bard, the mayor of Long Lake Town, also began to build fortifications.

Sauron's appearance is now more determined than he thought at the time. In his calmness, there is a resolute look.

And the mayor of Long Lake Town, Bard, also had a vicissitudes look on his face.

He glanced at the king of dwarves beside him: "Sauron, why did you offend the Elvenking Thranduil again? Didn't he already agree to join forces with us to resist the attack of the strong orcs?"

"Okay, don't talk about that old guy," Sauron waved his hand displeased, "I think he is afraid of death."

"Don't be confused, what's going on?" Bard frowned slightly.

The two are the kings of the two clans, and now they are old friends, so they don't have so many scruples when speaking.

"Hmph, what else is going on? Yesterday I went to discuss with him, but after laughing at him, he turned his back on me," Sauron said.

Bard helpless: "Why are you laughing at him?"

"That guy can't drink more than me, so I'm not allowed to laugh?" Sauron explained, and then snorted coldly, "What if you don't want to help? It's not like we dwarves have never killed orcs, so can't we keep our kingdom?"

When Bard heard the words, he was silent for a while.

Odeburgh, at this moment, has recovered all sounds of silence.

The strong beasts have all retreated, leaving only one place of corpses and blood.

At this moment, the coalition army stood on the battlefield full of flesh and blood, and no one cheered, and no one was excited.

Shiyudaya also felt sad.

Gandalf is dead.

Countless soldiers have also fallen on this battlefield forever.

She raised her head and saw the expressions on the soldiers' faces.

Pain, numbness, tears, all on his face.

She also wanted to cry.

However, she suppressed all kinds of emotions, and then cheered up and shouted:

"Soldiers, I know you are in pain right now."

"But, please look up, yes, please take a serious look."

"What's going on around here?"

Hearing the sound, the soldiers who had lowered their heads raised their heads one after another.

"What did you see?" Hiodeya's slow but firm voice came again,

The soldiers looked puzzled and confused.

"Seeing a dead body? Death? Or sacrifice?

"I tell you, it's wrong, it's neither!"

…

Our "comrades-in-arms, they are not dead, they have faithfully adhered to the faith of war – for peace."

"They will be remembered by all who are still alive, their lives will live on in the hearts of all, and they will not disappear."

"They are not dead!"

"They created hope and are still guiding us."

"We shouldn't just stop and be sad!"

We "should continue to implement their beliefs, we should cheer up, we should let them see that their efforts have not been in vain!

"So, soldiers! Please cheer up!"

"The war is not over yet, peace has not really come yet, we still need to keep fighting!"

"For them, and for us! Fight, to the end!" Syudea shouted.

The soldiers were moved, yes, the battle is not over yet, how could they stop now to cherish the memory.

How can it live up to their expectations?

The sacrifice of comrades-in-arms should not end there.

"For peace! Fight to the end!"

"War–!"

"War–!"

"War–!"

The soldiers wiped the tears from their faces, showing a determined look, clenching the weapons in their hands, and holding their heads high again.

On the battlefield, there are only shouts in unison!

"Ugh-"

The sound of the horn of war resounded across the plain again, and the neat colors of the iron horses and soldiers slowly flowed again.

And the direction is, Mordor.