Chapter 167: The City Wall Falls

In Edoras, the King of Rohan, Hyjordon, looked solemn at the moment.

"King, the attack of the strong orcs is becoming increasingly violent, and we may not be able to last for long. The best plan now is to withdraw the army and leave."

A guard approached and reported the current battle situation.

Hyjordon's countenance soured upon hearing the news, and he was reluctant to withdraw his troops because retreating would mean conceding a large area of Rohan's land to the strong orcs once again.

Despite most of the people in the eastern region having already retreated in time, Hyjordon was not prepared to give up so easily.

"Who leads them?" he asked.

"King, Russ is leading the cavalry of the Kingdom of the Green to harass the army of strong orcs. Although it has relieved some pressure for us, the casualties of Rohan are still increasing," the guard said.

Hyjordon pondered, furrowing his brow.

Assessing the situation, he could be considered a sensible person. If they continued to resist like this, they would eventually be overwhelmed by the army of strong orcs.

After a moment of thought, he said: "Prepare to break through and withdraw to Helm's Deep.

Helm's Deep was a sturdy fortress surrounded by mountains, with city walls stronger and taller than those of Edoras. It might be easier to withstand the pressure from the strong orcs there.

"Yes!"

As the guard finished speaking, Hyjordon, still undecided, heard hurried footsteps outside.

"King Hyjordon, it's not good, the east wall was blown down by the strong orcs.

"What! How could it be!" Hyjordon was startled. "Maintain the breach, and don't let those creatures rush in."

"No, king, those trolls are too powerful for our soldiers to resist."

"Damn it! Come with me." Hyjordon disregarded everything else, adjusted his armor, picked up the sword from the shelf, and then strode out of the temple.

If the strong orcs were allowed to rush in, it would be over. Without the support of the city wall, Rohan's troops would find it difficult to resist the tide-like attack of the strong orcs.

The remaining guards hurried to the fallen city wall with Hyjordon.

They saw that the once-tall and sturdy city wall was now cracked with a huge depression.

The ruins, composed of gravel and wood, were scattered everywhere, emitting smoke and dust.

Rohan's soldiers, wielding long spears, blocked the breach, fighting fiercely, constantly roaring and shouting, trying to halt the advance of the strong orcs.

However, the strong orcs seemed undeterred by the countless blades and spear tips thrust at them, relentlessly pushing forward.

Among them were towering trolls, wielding maces and giant hammers, wreaking havoc among Rohan's soldiers.

"Bang!" Heads split and blood splattered. Witnessing this scene, Hyjordon felt a twinge of fear.

But as a "man on horseback," he quickly regained his composure and, in the next moment, a surge of anger.

"These foul, grotesque creatures!"

He cursed inwardly, then roared, joining the guard at the breach, and fought against the strong orcs.

Hyjordon was tall and strong, possessing the unique perseverance and unyielding qualities of the Rohan people. When he entered the fray, it was as if he were divinely assisted.

Seeing their king arrive, the soldiers' morale, somewhat flagging, rallied again.

Under Hyjordon's leadership, the advance of the strong orc army towards the city was once again repelled.

The situation reached a stalemate.

Saruman also took note of the situation. Standing at a distance, he fixed his gaze on the figure clad in golden armor amidst the throng.

"Hyjordon?" Saruman observed the King of Rohan, slashing and thrusting, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Truly foolish to personally engage in battle."

With that thought, Saruman tightened his grip on his staff, his expression turning grim, and the surrounding air suddenly grew chill.

"%+(¥%#" A series of incantations poured forth continuously, the staff in his hand glowing, then, a massive dark-red flame materialized in the sky.

The fiery orb radiated a terrifying heat, distorting the dark air around it, its surface writhing with fire serpents, displaying a menacing instability.

"Go!" Saruman pointed his staff in the air, and the fiery orb descended, hurtling toward the breach.

"No, be careful!" The soldiers at the forefront were the first to notice the change in the sky, and they cried out in alarm.

...

Hyjordon felt a pang of terror. Gazing at the enormous, fearsome flame ball, he finally realized the cause of the breach in the city wall earlier.

It was the fallen wizard!

Several close guards threw themselves at Hyjordon, shielding him beneath them.

"Boom! Huge" explosion resounded.

A violent shockwave rippled from the epicenter, and Hyjordon felt an indescribable force hurtling towards him, his chest colliding with an invisible wall.

He was sent flying backwards, the soldiers protecting him directly incinerated by the blazing flames.

In the aftermath of the explosion, the breach cleared an open space, with most of Rohan's soldiers either killed or injured.

As for the strong orcs also caught in the blast, Saruman showed no sympathy. He murmured incantations once more, and another massive fiery orb materialized in the sky.

He sought to eliminate Hyjordon!

"Accursed sorcerer!" Hyjordon's eyes flashed with anger, yet he also felt extreme terror at the sight of the flaming orb hurtling towards him again.

After all, the power of wizards was too formidable, and none present could withstand such a terrifying sorcerous assault.

Ordinary humans possessed almost no magical resistance nor magical power.