I Have a Monster Farm

With the formation of Bone Mountain, elite skeleton cavalry began to be bred one by one.

Some of them looked like orc skeletons, holding broad-edged bone knives in their hands, while others wore old Gondor armor, with straight bodies, and the fire of souls was beating in their eyes.

Seeing the dead soldier returning in such a posture, Boromir couldn't help being startled, but he didn't take any action.

He knew that these were not soldiers of Gondor, but skeleton warriors.

With the blessing of the three Bone Mountains and the city of bones transformed into Osgilias, these elite skeleton warriors were born much faster than the Bone Mountain outside Edoras.

In just one night, there were five or six hundred more elite skeleton warriors on the ruins of Osgiliath.

The sky gradually brightened, but it was still gray and cloudy.

This is the magic that Sauron has used long ago to block the light of the sun, so that the half-orc army can exert a strong fighting power even in the daytime without being weakened.

"Woo!"

Boromir, who was clearly in Osgiliath, but became more powerful vaguely, felt the sound of the horn.

"The orcs are attacking the city."

"Your magic warrior is far more powerful than you imagined."

The Bone King of Angmar was not worried at all, because he knew the power of the hidden ring.

Boromir knew that the Dark Ring was powerful, but he also couldn't abandon his country.

"Lend me the bone dragon."

Angmar Bone King saw his appearance, so he said: "In three days, I will launch an attack, and then Saruman and Ashgar will go south from the north to cut off the orcs' retreat."

"good."

Boromir drove the bone dragon to the White City, the capital of Gondor. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the bone dragon was not easy to conceive, the Bone King of Angmar could have given each of the dark ring messengers a head.

The gestation time is longer, and it takes up the gestation time of the elite skeleton warriors, so they will naturally not be able to turn in a short time.

However, it's different when the ring spirits come to deliver the goods. The skeletons of those fallen monsters are just strong enough.

Under the White City, the black orc army had already pressed up, and they hung the siege ladder on the wall of the White City.

Driven by the ogre, the tall arrow towers are constantly approaching the walls of the White City.

Although the trolls cultivated by Sauron are smarter than when Morgoth created them, they are also limited.

Simple command and control is the limit of what they can do, but if they want to form an army alone, like Zhang Ziyu's troll army, then it is absolutely impossible.

But even if they have shortcomings, they cannot deny their strength.

Each of the ten-meter-high arrow towers has a force of several tons to more than ten tons, but even so, they are really pushed to tens of meters in front of the city wall step by step.

"whoosh whoosh"

The arrows fell on the walls of the White City like fine rain, crushing the Gondor warriors so that their momentum of counterattack with bows and arrows was greatly reduced.

A large number of orcs took advantage of this opportunity to rush towards the city, like wild beasts gathered together.

"Kill these filthy Orcs!"

Faramir stood at the head of the city and took over his brother's position. The dark power spread from his heart, his body gradually grew bigger, his skin turned gray-black, and he entered the state of a magic warrior.

His speed became faster, and he quickly rushed over the wall. The sword light was sharp, and he instantly chopped down several orcs who had just appeared.

"For Lord Boromir!"

At the same time, the other guardian demon warriors also let out high-pitched roars, and then entered the state of demon warriors.

Like little giants, they began to resist the attack of the half-orcs on the wall. They were all powerful, holding spears or broad-bladed swords in their hands, and every swing would definitely kill the ugly half-orcs.

Their appearance shocked many Gondor warriors. They were just ordinary comrades-in-arms the day before, but why did they gain such power after only one night.

Surprise, but also implicit envy, who can not gain the strength to protect themselves and their families in war?

Morale immediately soared, and they took the magic warriors as the core of their attack. There was a tall magic warrior at each section of the city, and then assisted by four to five soldiers to shoot down all the orcs who rushed to the top of the wall.

Seeing this scene, Agra, the leader of the half-orcs, almost gritted his teeth: "Go ahead and tear them all to pieces."

Arrows were not as penetrative to the magic warriors, so Agra gave up and continued to suppress them with arrows.

In fact, after attacking for a period of time, the arrow tower actually didn't have many arrows.

So the troll pushed the heavy arrow tower to move forward under the order of Agra.

The heavy archery tower creaked, approaching the towering city wall of Baicheng step by step.

boom

With a muffled sound, they finally approached each other, and then the orcs above began to swarm up the wall.

The fighting situation suddenly became more intense, and there were hundreds of orcs on the wall, and the defense line was once chaotic.

"Roar"

At this moment, a shrill roar came from the sky, and the bone dragon descended from the sky, spouting black flames from its mouth, and swooped towards the edge of the city wall.

"not good!"

The half-orcs panicked, but the besiegers had no way out, and were directly ignited by the pitch-black flames.

The orcs' offensive suddenly panicked, and most of the warships attacking the city were directly set on fire.

"Kill them!"

Boromir appeared directly, waving the black sword and sending out a huge blade, constantly harvesting the lives of the orcs.

Under such a powerful attack, Agra was angry but helpless: "Retreat."

The goblins receded like the tide, the soldiers of Gondor won again, and Boromir landed on the top of the city.

The appearance of the bone dragon was completely exposed in front of everyone, but no one was afraid or frightened, on the contrary, many people's eyes showed uncontrollable emotions.

"Long live Lord Boromir!"

Shouts sounded on the city wall, and Boromir calmly said: "Clean the top of the city, we will have a steady stream of reinforcements soon, and victory belongs to Gondor!"

"Victory belongs to Gondor!"

After shouting, Boromir finally looked at Faramir who had returned to his original state, and patted his shoulder, not caring the blood on the armor at all: "You did a good job this time."

"It's all the strength bestowed by my brother."

Boromir shook his head: "It is the power of the master, only the gods can fight against the gods."

Faramir was taken aback, but Boromir walked towards the top hall of the White City, and he had to arrange some things himself.

"Lord Faramir."

A knight woke up Faramir. Faramir came back to his senses and looked at the knight: "Knight Bilacombe, what's the matter?"

"Lord Faramir, I, I also want to have that kind of power. I don't know what conditions are required?"

Bilacombe is also a brave and skilled fighter among the knights. He has experienced many battles with the Faramir brothers, which is why he dared to ask such a question.

Faramir watched the longing in his eyes, and now he noticed that there were not a few people with such eyes.

He said: "I will report to my brother."

At the same time, the half-orc general Agra finally communicated with the evil eye far away in Mordor, which is the symbol of Sauron.

"Master Sauron, there are many people with unimaginable strength in Baicheng, we need more help."