"Since the biggest problem now is the thousands of orcs, then we can just make them no longer a problem."

"……………you mean………"

"There is an old saying in my hometown that it is disrespectful to call back and not return. Sauron came so far away and sent so many people to attack Minas Tirith. I think we should reciprocate the courtesy and send a team as well.

How about an army to attack Mordor?”

"Are you kidding me?"

Facing Fang Zheng's proposal, Gandalf shook his head.

"Now Gondor simply can't draw out so many people, and in Mordor, Sauron's power is everywhere..."

"But I'm no weakling, Gandalf."

Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Gandalf.

"Saruman's army is just like that. How can Sauron be stronger than him?"

"………………"

Hearing this, Gandalf suddenly thought of the tens of thousands of orcs in Helm's Deep who were also reduced to charcoal by the lightning storm, and was speechless for a moment.

"That's it!"

Aragorn also clapped his hands hard.

"We need to attract Sauron's attention so that Frodo can create an opportunity to attack in the east and west! Even if we can't destroy them, we must contain their attention!"

"Don't worry, leave it to me, it won't be a problem."

Fang Zheng snapped his fingers.

"Of course, the premise is that Sauron is not crazy enough to block Mount Doom. Otherwise, unless Frodo knows how to drill holes, he won't be able to recite the curse."

"………………"
Chapter completed!