nashuaworldcup Chapter 193 Death?
Chapter 193 Death?
The old nobleman began to doubt Lin Yu's true intentions... Humph, this cunning guy must be deliberately trying to sow discord between us. The so-called sending troops to rescue those civilians is just a lie he made up to provoke me. I don't believe he doesn't know that sending troops to open the city is tantamount to seeking death, and it will also implicate the entire Helm's Deep.
Thinking he had seen through Lin Yu's conspiracy, the old nobleman regained his composure: "Your Excellency the Pope, you are right. Every life is worth cherishing, so I decided to take back what I said before and fully support your decision."
After saying this, the old noble watched Lin Yu coldly, waiting to see how he would find an excuse to change his decision to send troops. By then, he could expose Lin Yu's hypocritical mask on the spot and seize power in one fell swoop. However, Lin Yu's next answer struck him like lightning.
"Well, without further ado, everyone present should mount their horses and follow me to fight to save our compatriots. Lord Clayderman, I see that you have strong hands and sharp swords. I believe that you and the people behind you will actively participate in this operation, right?" The old Duke Clayderman, who was riding on horseback, was in a mess at the moment. Until the last moment, he was still hoping that Lin Yu could find an excuse to change his mind. He swore that if Lin Yu really did this, he would never say a word of objection.
Unfortunately, Lin Yu not only did not change his decision, but enthusiastically began to prepare this seemingly "rescue" but actually a crazy plan to take everyone to their deaths. Those nobles and middle and lower-level officers who originally attacked Lin Yu for ignoring the lives of the people, whether they were sincere or not, were naturally pulled into the team by Lin Yu at this moment, and they could not find a reason to refuse, after all, Lin Yu was nominally "persuaded" by them. When the three thousand elite Rohan cavalry assembled in the small square in Helm's Deep, everyone's face showed a complicated expression.
Some of them were confused, some were afraid, some were flustered, some were anxious, and some seemed extremely excited. Among these three thousand people, the vast majority were the armed forces of the ancient noble families. They were skilled in combat and well-equipped. Because Rohan had been fighting for years, every knight had rich combat experience and their hands were stained with blood. Therefore, they were not like the armed forces of the noble families of other countries, which were just showpieces that looked good but were useless. Compared with those battle-hardened border troops, their only shortcoming might be the lack of firm belief. After all, no family wanted to have someone higher than them in the hearts of their personal guards.
Since they have no faith, even if these people die on the battlefield, their souls will not go to Lin Yu. However, if they die near Lin Yu, Lin Yu only needs to do a little bit. Of course, whether this is Lin Yu's real purpose or not, only he knows it in his heart.
Qiao Yan kept looking around, his expression becoming uglier and uglier. Finally, he mustered up his courage, hurried to Lin Yu's side, leaned close to his ear and asked carefully: "Sir, you...you are not really going to do this, are you?"
"What's wrong?" Lin Yu tilted his head slightly and asked calmly, "Is there anything wrong?"
"What's wrong with this?" Qiao Yan was so emotional that he completely forgot his usual humility and fear. He put his plain face close to Lin Yu's ear and lowered his voice to almost roar, "There are countless orc zombies outside! Without the protection of the city walls and the resistance of the tree people, if we rush out with just our cavalry, we will simply be courting death!"
"That's right, I'm going to seek death." Lin Yu showed an unruly smile on his face, gently patted the dumbfounded Qiao Yan's shoulder and said, "But don't worry about these things."
The marching speed of the Orc zombie army far exceeded everyone's expectations. Even before Lin Yu's suicide squad left the city, they had already started setting up tents outside the city.
Although it was not a good thing to have an enemy at the gates, at least they didn't have to leave the city to die for the time being. Qiao Yan and the nobles were immediately delighted. However, Lin Yu's next words stunned them all.
"Have they arrived yet? It doesn't matter, we can just rush out and fight them..."
Under the wall of the deep stream, the army that exuded a strong stench of corpses was endless. Although these orcs were already dead, under the dual influence of the virus and black magic, they were not like the mindless zombies in the Resident Evil movie who could only wander around aimlessly. In fact, these orcs were almost the same as they were in life, wearing heavy armor and holding various weapons. Except for their dull eyes and the turbid guttural sounds unique to zombies, they were almost the same as the orc warriors that Lin Yu had encountered before.
In the terrifying world where zombies are rampant, the mutated and strengthened individuals shuttle between the armies like ghosts in the dark night. The Lickers and the violent zombie troops are like the sickles of the god of death, leaving blood and fear wherever they go, and the captain-level monster trackers of each zombie army are like the messengers of the devil, leading the pace of death. Behind the army, the huge figure of the tyrant stands like a mountain, and there are also extremely huge terrifying beings, as if they are nightmares climbing out of the abyss of hell, which makes people terrified.
"Mordor", the mysterious land that includes the Doomsday Volcanic Basin, the Norn Plains, and the Norn Inner Sea, is like a cursed kingdom of death, and is the territory of the dark lord Sauron. It is tightly surrounded by the extremely steep Ash Mountains and Shadow Mountains, two natural barriers that even the ferocious orcs find difficult to cross. The only exit, the "Black Gate", is guarded by Gondor, the most powerful kingdom of mankind, like an iron guard. Directly north of Gondor is Rohan, known as the "Kingdom of the Cavalry". It is the fearless fighting and heroic sacrifices of these two human powers for thousands of years that have supported a brief peaceful sky for other areas of Middle-earth.
Sauron, the once invincible dark lord, was careless and had his finger wearing the Supreme Ring cut off by the emperor Isildur thousands of years ago. His body was completely destroyed by the runaway power. From then on, he could only transform into a burning flame evil eye in the form of soul, lingering on the top of the gloomy black tower, unable to leave. Even so, his boundless evil power still spread like a surging tide. Not only was he able to reorganize the orc army and let Mordor rise again in the darkness, he also resurrected nine Ringwraith Knights who were forever enslaved and driven by him. These powers alone are like the sword of Damocles hanging over the head of Middle-earth, which may bring disaster at any time.