Time waits for no one, but from the Black Domain Gate all the way to the foot of Mount Doom—dozens of kilometers—it's crawling with enemy troops. Even if we pretend they're all old, weak, and sick, there's no way a handful of strong folks could just waltz through.
Let's take it a step further—even if the Twins and Teacher Yang teamed up and somehow broke through the enemy lines, how much energy would they have left for Sauron? And come on, you think Sauron doesn’t have backup plans? No way he’d just ignore his own safety.
The chakra wheel glimmered between his brows as Teacher Yang sensed an unusual aura swirling near Mount Doom. He knew there were more heavy-hitters inside—had to be the last two Ringwraiths. Just from their aura, you couldn’t tell exactly how tough they were, but if Sauron’s trusting them with his own protection at crunch time, they’re definitely not ordinary. Sure, Middle-earth isn’t like those old-school wuxia worlds where sneak attacks and counter-sneak attacks turn into bloodbaths, but if folks get careless and slip up, those two hidden Ringwraiths could hit with a deadly strike outta nowhere.
But here’s the kicker—the Ringwraiths aren’t even the toughest enemy ahead. Sauron is. He’s the real boss. What’s weighing on Jack Young is, no matter how hard he tries, he can’t sense Sauron at all. Soul tracking can’t be wrong—Sauron’s right up ahead. But if you can’t feel him, there’s only one reason: Sauron’s just that strong. So strong he’s off the radar, or hiding from Jack’s senses entirely.
“No rushing in,” Teacher Yang concluded, shaking his head firmly. “If you and I were at the peak of our powers, or at least rocking some top-tier cultivation, maybe we could give it a shot. But right now? No way we’re charging in solo. Facing Sauron head-on is just asking for trouble—winner takes nothing.”
“Let’s just tear this gate down,” Jill Young strolled over, shading her eyes as she looked around. “Our soldier embryo isn’t quite weapon-grade yet, but it can still work as a grinder. We take some time and slice through the iron gate’s bolts and pillars, knock it flat, then swagger right in. How’s that?”
“Sure, that’ll burn a ton of time and energy, but we don’t have a better option,” Jack Young’s eyes flashed gold as his mental energy scanned the whole fortress. “We’re deep in Mordor, so magic energy’s easy to grab. This gate’s reinforced with magic too. It’s tied into the mountains on both sides—there’s gotta be a crazy complex network inside the rock. Breaking every magic flow and taking this gate apart will take some serious muscle.”
If it were easy, someone would’ve done it already. And as for just torching the thing—unless you’ve got True Samadhi Fire or Amaterasu from a Sharingan, forget it. Regular flames won’t cut it.
“Don’t sweat the magic chains, leave that to us.” A scruffy wizard swaggered over, thumping his chest. “Just let us into the mountains on either side, give us some uninterrupted time, and we’ll crack those magic locks for sure!”
Magic stuff’s best left to the pros, and when it comes to spells, wizards know their business. Plus, this fight isn’t just for a handful of heroes—it’s everyone’s battle. All the kings around started brainstorming, tossing out ideas:
“If tearing down this gate is so tough, can’t we just go around it?”
Go around? Where are you gonna find a mountain path big enough for tens of thousands of people to squeeze through on short notice?
We’re racing against the clock here—can’t just waste time stuck at the gate! How about we dig a tunnel underneath and sneak through?
I know you dwarves are digging champs, but this rock is solid—no way you’ll tunnel through fast. "Yeah, if you start far away, it’ll take forever, and if you get close, it’s super risky. The enemy up top will rain arrows down. Can your crew dig with arrows flying everywhere?"
“Yeah... that’s just not gonna work...” The Dwarf King scratched his head, looking awkward and defeated. “Man, if only we could wipe out those guards first...”
“If you could do that, we wouldn’t need to dig! Stop with the nonsense!”
The Black Gate’s terrain is a natural fortress—easy to defend, tough to attack. Light infantry can’t do much here. If this were a regular city wall, the Not-So-Gentlemen’s short sticks would be enough to handle it. But up against this colossal Black Domain Gate, the Not-So-Gentlemen are out of luck. Sure, you could brute-force it, but if we burn all our strength just getting past one gate, how are we supposed to face the real final boss?
Just when everyone was stumped, Rachel Luo stepped up and announced, “Master, urgent message—good news!”
“Good news?” Everyone perked up. “What’s the good news?”
Jack Young turned to look, and Rachel Luo reported like a sharp, stylish secretary: “It’s a message from our companion ‘Nobody Under Heaven’ via communicator. He joined the Ironhold Fortress commander to rescue the Mount Doom garrison, and thanks to some slick maneuvering and dumb luck, they escaped the Marsh of Souls and made it out of Mordor with a whole bunch of survivors.”
“It really is great news!” “Every extra survivor is a blessing!” The kings who once guarded the volcano were all grinning from ear to ear. “Who’s the commander? That kind of talent deserves a reward!”
Rachel Luo continued, “And that’s not all—there’s even better news. The general had his troops rest and heal up at the Marsh of Souls, and once they patched up their wounds, they turned right back around and charged into battle.”
“Charged back in?” Jasper Xiao, acting king of Gondor, was stunned. “They’ve got guts! Where are they now—can they link up with us?”
Since that reorganized force had tons of Mount Doom veterans, they knew the land way better than the freshly spawned Mordor monsters. Compared to the newbie spider-mutants, these folks had the lay of the land down pat. The commander led them over mountains and through secret paths, and they’ve already gotten ahead—inside the gate.” Rachel Luo pointed at the Black Domain Gate. “They’re already inside!”
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“Inside?!” All the kings, even Galadriel—who’d seen ages come and go—looked genuinely shocked. “To react so decisively in a crisis, save the survivors, and use their strength at the perfect moment—this commander is amazing!” “Gondor’s army has such a talent? Why haven’t we heard of him before?” “Stuck guarding Ironhold Fortress, huh? Looks like a hidden gem who got sidelined!”
Thinking back, in such a desperate situation, the commander still had the guts to counterattack. That kind of vision, courage, willpower, and timing—seriously impressive. Just this one move is enough to make him a legend.
They’re holed up in nearby caves, hunting for the right moment and trying to reach us. Old-school contact failed, so we’re using radio. But the volcano clouds mess with the signal, so we only got their message once we arrived. Rachel Luo’s picked up some military grit lately—give her a uniform and she’d look like a tough army gal. “They’re ready now. As soon as we give the word, they’ll help us take down the Black Domain Gate!”
“Awesome!” “Definitely good news!” The kings were fired up—opportunities like this are once-in-a-lifetime. They all started gearing up for a major fight.
Jack Young nodded, then quietly looked over at Galadriel.
“No need to worry about military affairs, sir. Leave this to us.” Galadriel instantly switched to full-on commander mode, stepping forward and issuing rapid orders: “Send a feint to draw enemy attention and create an opening for our allies. We’ll coordinate inside and out—make sure we win this in one go!”
“Yes!” “Understood!”
“I’ll leave it to you, then.” Jack Young nodded slightly, then stopped Jasper Xiao from charging out: “Now’s not your time—what we need most is to rest up, not waste energy at this checkpoint.”
“Exactly! Let the junior folks handle this kind of enemy—give them a chance to shine. I know Paladins are great at healing, but don’t turn yourself into a babysitter. Otherwise, the juniors won’t get to show their skills, and they’ll just feel annoyed.” Jill Young grabbed Jasper Xiao by the shoulder and pulled him back, plopping him onto the carriage. “Rest up now—chant what needs chanting, cast what needs casting. Later, you won’t even get a break!”
“Hey, you’ve got it wrong! I did send off a few souls, but I’m no monk—why would I be chanting?” Jasper protested weakly, but after thinking it over, he realized the twins had a point, so he closed his eyes and started resting up, just like they said.
Holy light shimmered around him, adjusting his body, mind, and energy. In no time, he was back in the zone, everything coming together in perfect harmony.
Focused and calm, the material world seemed to fade away. In the haze, it was like shouts and battle cries echoed all around, blood was pumping, monsters went from cocky to panicked, and cheers rang out. People were hustling, giving orders, solving problems—facing challenges and overcoming them.
Some folks yelled, “Leave the magic stuff to me!” Others shouted, “Eternal Night Holdings Group changes lives!” And someone bragged, “Back in the day, I was a quarry worker—blowing stuff up is my jam!” Everyone was working together, smooth as butter. That’s the kind of team that can beat the biggest baddies. That’s the kind of army that makes miracles.
Time blurred in the chaos—who knows how long passed? Suddenly, there was a thunderous boom, flames everywhere, and explosions rocked the place. One by one, the hinges and supports of the Black Domain Gate snapped. With a deep groan, the gate shuddered, then slowly toppled inward. Wham! Wind roared, mountains shook—the gate that once blocked all of Middle-earth finally fell today. Mordor’s last big barrier was smashed, and now you could see everything inside, clear as day.
Looking from the valley, you could see the monsters’ camps stretching for miles—so huge you couldn’t see the end. But despite their size, the camps were shabby and filthy, and the enemy numbers weren’t all that high. As the gate crashed down and the wind howled, the monsters inside panicked, stumbling backward in fear. Meanwhile, the Alliance of Light’s morale soared after their victorious ambush.
The final battle was right in front of them. Soldiers exchanged glances, kings did the same. In that brief silence, everyone summoned their last ounce of strength, building up their final fury.
“Charge!” “Attack!” “Wipe out these sons of—!”
Rumble! The army surged over the shattered Black Gate, charging into Mordor’s true heart—the final core. Knights led the way, infantry close behind. They slashed and smashed, unstoppable with sky-high morale. The Alliance of Light broke through the monsters’ crumbling lines like a raging train, barreling toward Mount Doom.
The enemy collapsed like a house of cards—the little monsters lost all will to fight and couldn’t slow the army down. Knights hacked and drove them, sending the monsters fleeing in waves toward Mount Doom, breaking their own lines again and again. Slaughter and chaos everywhere; the little monsters had no fight left in them.
Until, at last, the final Ringwraiths appeared on the battlefield.