“Men are fools.” The Witch King’s remark drew Vrasari’s attention, which had been previously drawn to the men who hopelessly charged at their legions. “They have realised their vain hope in this battle, yet they still sent men to regain this city. Only heads without bodies shall return to their homes, earning them the lesson they needed.”
“One of the riders escaped, unfortunately,” Vrasari added grimly. If he was given the chance to shoot down the riders, none should have survived. Yet, the Witch King had chosen to entrust killing them to Gothmog and his low-lives, remarking snidely that Vrasari was ‘too honourable’ to slay foot soldiers. “The man called Faramir. His horse is clever.”
“One man cannot change the tide of battle,” the Witch King argued. “Not even a skilled ranger like Daefa
