With each advance, fell another soldier; some Talion knew, but others were just uruks that aimlessy fought under his rule. Archers rained down upon them with pinpoint accuracy, peircing heads, hitting arms, and had subdued a mere half of his army by the time they reached the gate.
It could've been much worse, though;
the defenders stood in front, shields raised, and marched fourth with a fighting spirit that could even match a graug's; arrow heads littered their backs and though not very deep, bled profusely. Talion's remaining archers were protected by the growing pile of bodies, used to absorb the oncoming fire. They retaliated with their own, as the henchmen that fired above grunted in pain and fell back, bleeding out.
With a wave of his hand, his warriors and beast tamers charged the front gate, as big as it was intimidating. The caragors clawed at the metal frame, indenting its exterior, and eliciting fearful chatter from the other side.
The warriors stood at the ready, their dual-headed axes glistening off of a nearby flame, as if to show their lethality. And it wasn't far from the truth; their axes tore through the metal exterior, forming a hole just large enough for peering through, but it was impressive no less.
"I wither with anticipation, we will not leave until his blood spills," said Celebrimbor, in his ghostly apparition. He looked up at the mountainous tower that peered in the distance.
Finally, the gates opened, and creatures of different walks of life charged through the gate with weapons raised offensively. The trolls, whom held no weapon, plunged their fist into his men with a frustration so apparent, he felt it through his skin. Mûglak, a captain of his, plummeted into the ground as a massive troll fist made contact with his head, spreading brain matter and other viscera onto the ground.
Luckily the sheer number of Talion's army empowered the imposing army with a force just as prevalent, if not more. Sauron's monsters are weakening, there was no denying it, and even amongst the blood of the dead, and the wounded, the uruks chanted heartily. "I'm coming for you, and we shall end it here."
The three walked towards a large yett - 15 feet across, guarded by several Changeling 'Warriors,' as they were called. Spikes protruded from their underbelly and shoulder blades, and there were even a tiny pair of scoots that protruded around their manes. "Why do these have no horn?" Talion looked at them with a tinge of intrigue, but it luckily flew over the group's heads.
"Hey, I have a name, you know! And as a protector of Queen Chrysalis, it's best you watch your tongue, he-man..."
He-man? Talion looked nonchalant at this creature's miniscule threat, but he understood the honor such a job withheld, so he kept his mouth shut.
"Sorry for the intrusion, Cutiefly-" Cutiefly!? "-as you may know, this human here has been summoned by Chrysalis herself for an exchange, business and such."
The warrior had recovered from his embarrassment and now had his attention on Bugsy, though he was still wary of Talion. "Fine, but make sure this thing doesn't get into trouble..."
Bugsy nodded and ushered the group into a large room. Green luminescent light, originating from holes engraved in the walls, lit the room in a sickly coating of green. A throne, as rugged as it was large, held the assumed queen. She was thinner than the rest of her changlings, but far larger, surpassing even Talion in height. She eyed the man with nonchalant eyes; she looked famished.
Talion parted himself from Bugsy and Kuna, and stepped foward, and with an expectant look from Chrysalis, he bowed.
"Now, I presume you are aware of why I summoned you?" she asked, in a authoritarian voice.
"For vengeance?"
"Yes. But not just that. My children are in a desperate struggle for survival, as have I. Without the proper nutrition I require, I won't be able to lead my hive towards salvation." Chrysalis pointed towards a map placed