Chapter 141: The keeper of Minas Ithil – Faramir.

Tears of singing, the Ents agreed to Carl's request to help him guard Isengard.

However, they also demand Carl, who must help them find Enteba.

Faced with the pitiful Ents' request, Carl nodded as a matter of course, and said:

"Of course, the parting won't be too long, the reunion is imminent, I promise, you will be able to see each other soon.

The intelligence network of the Green Kingdom is all over the continent, and the place where the Entwas exist has long been inquired.

As long as you have crossed the northern plateau, crossed the gloomy hills, crossed the brown field, crossed the great wilderness, and went all the way east for thousands of miles, on the coast of the far eastern inland sea – the Loen Inland Sea, the land of youth called Dovinian You can see their shadows in the forest.

Carl was happy to see the day when Ent and the Ent women were reunited. After all, the Shepherds were actually a group of beautiful creatures.

The next day, with the breeze over Oshank Tower, Carl looked at Hijord and stroked her face.

"Okay, don't worry, I'll be back soon." Carl has everything ready, and now plans to go south.

"Wait a minute," Syudea grabbed herself as she was about to turn away from Carl, and then printed them together again.

When parting, she was rarely a little less reserved.

Cunningly, Syudea looked at Carl with a burning gaze, blushed slightly, kept her calm, looked at him and said, "I will protect the Kingdom of Green."

"Yeah," Carl nodded with a smile, and pecked again.

Seeing that it was getting more and more enthusiastic, and he was afraid that people would get out of control and shed salty water—tears, Carl finally let go of his hand, then turned around, changed his shape, and flew towards the south.

Syudea looked at the flying shadow, but her eyes were full of reluctance.

But she didn't make a sound to retain him, because she knew that the darkness was approaching, and she couldn't drag him down.

The rout came faster than expected.

The only fortress guarded in the middle of the Shadow Mountain Range, Minas Ithil, is now in jeopardy.

With the help of the towers built and the long-range ballista throwing stones, the army of the strong orcs has opened up the well-protected Minas Ithil.

The strong orcs rushed into the gap.

The soldiers of Gondor could only hiss as hard as they could, keep pushing up, and stab the orcs who crossed the cordon to their deaths with guns and between the blades.

Faramir, the second son of Denethor, the regent of Gondor, looked at the army of strong orcs rushing into the city at the moment, his face was full of anger and anxiety, of course, there was no fear.

As the son of the Prime Minister and one of the commanders of Gondor, it is not the first time that he has commanded the soldiers of Gondor to fight against the mighty orcs.

Since he grew into a qualified general, he has gone through no less than a hundred battles, big and small, and each time the enemy is a strong orc.

Therefore, he hated the strong orcs who brought great turmoil and disaster to Gondor more than others hated them.

If it weren't for these guys, how could Gondor be in such a precarious state of love?

There was a loud roar, resounding through the city wall, and I saw him shouting:

"Soldiers of the front, defend our homeland to the death! These ugly guys must not be allowed to occupy this land."

"Go ahead! Kill these bastards with me!"

Under Faramir's golden hair, his eyes were extraordinarily firm and bloody.

He swung his long sword and charged continuously, splitting the strong orcs who were trying to cross the defensive circle in half.

Under the call of Faramir, the soldiers of Gondor were reunited in their original bleak mood, and they regained a trace of courage and confidence.

But the optimism didn't last long.

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"Boy," in the sky, a shadow suddenly swooped down, accompanied by a roar, "Go to death!"

Faramir was startled, listening to the howling wind, years of instinct made him fall to the side subconsciously.

"Boom!" The rock exploded, the earth and rocks flew, and the huge shadow fell directly to the ground, killing more than a dozen Gondor soldiers.

Faramir looked at it, but found that it was a huge bird and beast with a dark figure sitting on it.

"The Ringwraith?"

In the past, when the strong orc army attacked, it was rare to see the presence of the Nazgul, but this time,

Seeing the person coming, Faramir couldn't help frowning, feeling a little bit in his heart.

"Humans, give up your resistance. The power of darkness can no longer be stopped. You can't resist the invasion." Angmar Witch King's playful voice came.

It was ordered by Sauron to command the battle here. Now there are no soldiers from the Kingdom of Green, and there are no other reinforcements in Gondor. These troops alone cannot resist its attack.

Therefore, the battle situation is already in his hands.

"The army of Gondor will not give in easily, Sauron's lackey, die for me!"

Faramir did not show the slightest fear on his face. Although the Nazgul was powerful, he would not be afraid of it.

He is guarding his kingdom and his people, and he cannot back down.