I Have a Monster Farm

"Strengthen the city wall and move all the weapons to the top of the city. Move quickly."

Immediately after the end of the Edoras meeting, Hiyod led 3,000 elites to the Fort of the Holy Helm.

He gathered all the armed forces in Eichenbrand's territory, a total of more than 2,000 people, although some of the Eichenbrand's vassals chose to protect the people and retreat to the east to protect the remaining people in Westfold.

However, this number is not small.

In the western vassal system, although the king is supreme, there is still a saying "my vassal's vassal, not my vassal"

The king's orders are indeed useful, but issuing orders across levels may not be so effective, especially now that a war is about to be fought.

Xiyoud just collected the remnants as much as possible, gathered five or six thousand people in the city, and completed the protection of the Holy Helm Castle.

"Prince, the orc troops have occupied the mouth of the Aisin River, and are now marching towards us."

The scouts reported the news they got from the investigation, Xi Youde looked serious, and his heart became more calm, and there must be a tough battle to fight next.

"How many of them came?"

"It is estimated to be around 10,000 people, but the orcs are more powerful than the half-orcs, and they are covered in black and armor."

Xiyoud and the Rohan soldiers under his command had the experience of fighting half-orcs. Although they were very ferocious, their height and weight were not much different from that of humans, and their combat effectiveness was also weaker.

However, the combination of the information from the scouts and the information about Erkenbrand's defeat before proved one thing, that is, the orcs became stronger.

"Perhaps this is what Gandalf meant by the greater darkness."

Hiyod couldn't help but think of what Gandalf said in Edoras before. He calmed down and said to his opponent: "Get ready to fight, for Rohan!"

The sword was raised above his head, and all the Rohan warriors raised their weapons together and shouted: "For Rohan!"

The sound was resounding from Fort Holy Helm, echoing continuously throughout the valley, resounding through the sky.

Knowing the news of the march, all the preparations for the war will be quickly concluded immediately, and they must be ready for battle.

In the evening, when the sun was setting, the rays of light fell on the walls of the Holy Helm's Castle, drawing the shadows of the soldiers waiting in battle.

Xiyoud stood at the forefront of the wall, and it was his choice to lead the way. The sturdy national style of Rohan did not allow him, a crown prince, to hide behind the soldiers.

He looked solemn, and his eyes were fixed on the position at the end of the valley. Although the light of the setting sun was a bit dazzling, it didn't make him look away.

He knew that the battle for a while would not be easy. Gandalf was right, Helm's Castle was a place to die and then live.

The fortress is strong, and the canyon holds limited enemies, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

However, there is only one way in and out, and they have no way out.

If they wanted to survive, they had only one choice, and that was to delay. Three days later, their father Theoden led the assembled hussars of Rohan to surround all the orcs here.

The inside should cooperate with the outside, and all the orcs of Essinger will be wiped out here in one fell swoop.

For three days, not long but definitely not short, it is unknown how many people will die in the war.

"Boom boom boom"

There was no time to mourn the spring and autumn, at the end of the valley in the distance, under the light of the setting sun, dark figures appeared there one by one.

The footsteps are heavy, the armor is thick, and the sharp blade reflects the sharp light under the light.

Although they were still far away, the oppressive aura was already blowing towards them.

"Everyone, get ready. Behind us is Rohan, our people and relatives. Eliminate these orcs and protect Rohan!"

Hiyod shouted loudly, and the warriors clenched their weapons tightly.

Ashgar rode a warg and led a black army of orcs to the front of the Holy Helm Castle step by step.

"The momentum is good, but if you stand in front of the master, there is only one way, and you will be smashed to pieces."

Of course he heard the loud speech in Fort Holy Helm.

But it was useless, as long as he stood in front of his master, Ashgar would crush the obstacle with his own hands.

"clang"

The knife in Ashger's hand struck the iron armor on his chest, and all the orcs also struck the iron armor with their weapons at this moment.

Thousands of voices converged into a tide, cold and loud, and the entire valley was overwhelmed by this voice.

Not war drums, but better than war drums.

Amidst the neat and cold sound of metal collisions, there was a feeling of a black cloud overwhelming the city.

Depression instantly filled the hearts of every Rohan soldier, which made them subconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands.

Only weapons can bring them a sense of security.

Ashgar sneered and looked at the opposite side, tens of thousands of orc troops, still three hundred meters away from the fortress.

The fortress of Holy Helmet is towering, at least more than ten meters high. The city wall is integrated with the surrounding cliffs, and there is no place to borrow strength or climb rocks.

The passage to and from the fortress is only an arc-shaped passage with a width of about six meters and no railings on both sides, extending from the flat ground to the high fort of the Holy Helm.

In this passage, up to seven or eight orcs are allowed to go side by side, and if they are replaced by horses, there will be no more than three to four horses.

And at the end of such a narrow passage, there is an extremely thick and tall city gate, and it is extremely difficult to attack the city with manpower.

Apart from this passage, there might be only another way, and that is a drain less than one meter wide under the city wall, which is sealed by strong iron bars, and it is impossible for even a halfling to enter the castle from there.

Ashgar didn't attack immediately, he waited.

Xiyoud and the others also knew that Ashgar was waiting, and that the real moment for the orcs to attack was when night fell.

Although the dark orcs will not be weakened by the light of the day, they will be stronger in the dark.

The sunset gradually disappeared, the last ray of sunlight disappeared from the valley, and night fell.

Ashger held up the long knife in his hand, his eyes were cold, and he shouted loudly: "For the glory of Isinger, attack!"

"Hey! For Isengard!"

The orc troops started to move, and with an indomitable momentum, they launched an attack on the Fort of the Holy Helm without fear of death.

"Let the arrow!"

In the Holy Helm Fort, Xiyoud issued a defense order, and the bows and arrows fell like raindrops, making a whizzing sound of piercing the air.

The dense bows and arrows pierced the orc's arms and thighs, and blood spattered out, but the pain could not completely prevent them from approaching the city wall.

The iron armor on his body is extremely strong, and arrows cannot penetrate such thick iron armor.

However, when there are more arrows, there will always be arrows hitting the head, and the orcs will start to suffer casualties.

"Continue to charge, suppress the javelin, and climb the siege ladder."

Ashgar coldly ordered that life is the least valuable in war, and for orcs, it is an honor to die for a great master.

In this icy night, the battle of Holy Helm Castle officially kicked off, cruel and ruthless.