Chapter 178: The Way of Death, People in the Mountains

As the coalition marched toward Mordor, the Witch-king of Angmar also received news that the strong orc army of Alderberg had been defeated.

"It's really useless waste, I told the master a long time ago, just kill the wizard directly, let's see, what good things has he done now?"

The Witch King of Angmar listened to the news from his subordinates, but under his dark face, he cursed gloomily.

It didn't feel the slightest sadness at Saruman's death.

Because it had been unhappy with Saruman for a long time, as the only capable man under Sauron, it could have received Sauron's love and attention.

But since Saruman's arrival, the power in its hands would inevitably be diluted by.

"Master, what should we do?" The strong orc adjutant under his command asked, his forehead furrowed as he looked at Angmar's Witch King's angry expression.

The Witch King Angmar raised his head: "Where are those guys now?"

"Master, they have passed through the gloomy hills to the Swamp of Death.

"How's the battle in Osgiliath?" the Witch-king asked again.

The adjutant said again: "Master, the city walls of Gondor have been broken by us, but those human beings are still unwilling to surrender. It will take some time to completely take down the city."

As the old capital of Gondor, Osgiliath's city walls are even stronger than Minas Ithil.

Because the city was built on the broad Anduin River, which spanned both banks and was turbulent on both sides.

Therefore, if the strong beasts want to occupy the city, they can only attack from the front and use their tough strength to break through the obstacles of human beings.

Although the strong orcs have opened a gap, it still takes time to completely occupy them.

"Damn humans," the Witch King of Angmar cursed inwardly. He was obviously not very satisfied with the current situation.

If it wasn't for the previous occupation of Minas Ithil, it would have lost a lot of strength. It would have personally flown to the sky over Osgiliath, and let those human beings who do not know whether to live or die listen to his screams of fear.

"Withdraw some of the troops, we have to get rid of those guys who want to do small tricks first,"

The Witch King of Angmar said coldly, paused, and snorted again, speaking like frost,

"Death Swamp? Well, yes, that's the right place for your burial."

It vaguely sensed the purpose of the coalition forces.

Of course, it is naturally impossible to allow the human coalition to safely cross the death swamp, thus successfully resisting the magic farm.

Although the Heimen Mononglan is a huge iron gate made of iron and hard steel, it is also covered with countless shadow towers, plus the sea-like combat equipment and crossbow arrows, even if the human elf coalition arrives, it can only be sent to death.

But the Angmar Witch King's heart is even more urgent at this moment, it is eager to prove itself, to prove that its current power and status are unshakable.

Therefore, the absolute power to completely wipe out the human coalition forces has naturally become a good choice.

"You stay here, continue to attack Osgiliath, and cross the Anduin River with the strong orcs." The Witch King Angmar gave orders to several adjutants.

Afterwards, he turned around, greeted him, rode the dark flying beast, and flew towards the northeast.

And underground, there are hundreds of thousands of Warg cavalry to follow.

The speed of the warg is extremely fast, walking fast on the hills and plains, mixed with the stench of saliva and gasping, closely following the dark shadow of the sky such as Angmar Witch King Meng…

In the White Mountains, under the peak of Mount Erich, in the valley of the Black Source River, a group of troops on horseback arrived on the valley.

This group of people is not many in number, but all of them are tall and erect, with firm faces and long swords on their belts.

"Patriarch, do you really want to enter the way of death?" A soldier couldn't help but asked the young man at the head.

The young man is of course Aragorn, and the others around him are all his clansmen.

"Of course," Aragorn nodded, "Gangfeng needs assistance, and we alone cannot provide Gondor with strong help."

Aragorn already knew that he was a descendant of Isildur, so how could he watch Gondor fall into the clutches of the powerful orcs?

"Patriarch, if not, let us go." The soldier still couldn't help but persuade.

The way of death is not a peaceful place. The fear of the deceased has been shrouded again, making the surrounding mountains and open fields look eerie.

Many people, after this, will disappear inexplicably, and no news will be found again.

As their patriarch, Aragorn still shoulders the heavy responsibility of the clan on 4.6, and should not take this risk.

"No," Aragorn shook his head, "Although the Black Stone of Erech has never moved, those who died may not always follow the promise of that day."

"I am the heir of Isildur, so the promises made that day should naturally be recovered from them."

Seeing the determination in Aragorn's eyes, everyone was moved, knowing that they could not persuade them, and finally stopped persuading them.

Aragorn called the crowd to wait under the valley.

Immediately, a person walked towards the mist ahead.

The windless, hazy color gradually covered his figure.