Start with the Eye of Sauron

After a full month and a half of noise, a moment of tranquility finally ushered in the border of the Kingdom of Angor.

Countless corpses lay randomly in the snow, silently telling the cruelty of war, broken weapons, broken flags, black and red land, under the reflection of the setting sun, showing endless sadness.

There was a dead silence in the city. All the people entered the city and rested quietly. The protracted battle had exhausted everyone's physical strength. When they touched the beds and even came to the front of the barracks, people couldn't control themselves and fell limp.

A few pieces of firewood were added to the warm fireplace, and the elves gathered in a vast hall, resting quietly.

Lie on the ground at will, without any worries, and everyone sleeps soundly.

Thranduil gently scratched his blood clotted, sticky and painful face. The elven army, from the 8000 army when it arrived, now has less than [-] people left.

Sighing softly, looking at his son who was leaning against the wall to sleep, Thranduil sighed, walked over, and pulled some of the blanket covering him. . .

In the early morning of the next day, everyone slowly regained their vitality. After surviving the war, it seemed that nothing mattered.

A matter of life and death is a major matter, and the rest are nothing more than trivial matters.

"Your Majesty, the crisis in the wasteland has finally been resolved."

Leaning on the staff, Gandalf came to Soros. Soros smiled rarely and patted him on the shoulder.

"On behalf of the Kingdom of Angor, thank you and thank you for your assistance."

"Help the Elf King clean up the battlefield first, Your Majesty, and discuss the rest slowly."

Looking at Soros who looked a bit haggard in front of him, Gandalf also smiled slightly. The relationship between the two is a bit delicate now, but it is enough to be consistent in the general position.

With his soldiers, Soros followed Thranduil to the wasteland and began to clean up the corpses.

Drag the corpses together and pile them up, and burn them well with fire, otherwise, the rotting corpses will produce diseases.

After a whole day of work, there were dozens of piles of corpses in front of the wasteland. He brought heavy oil and drenched the corpses all over.

Huge flames soared into the sky, and the sun had just set, and the dazzling fires once again reflected the sky red in front of them.

No one had a relieved smile on their face. Among the pile of corpses in front of them, there were too many relatives, partners who had gotten along with each other and had good memories.

At some point, a soldier sang the beautiful ballad in his hometown in front of the pile of corpses.

Intermittent singing drifted everywhere along the cold wind, his voice was hoarse, and the broken gong-like sound came to the ears, which was inexplicably pleasant.

Soros gently wiped away the tears on his face. He originally entered this world with a playful attitude, clamoring that he would make great achievements and unify the Quartet, but the scene in front of him already made him cry.

I don't know when, so many people are willing to sacrifice their lives for him. What he brings to everyone is not only a warm family, but also a kind of belief that cannot be violated.

Once upon a time, he had already been deeply immersed in the present world, and he was integrated with everything in front of him. Looking at those people who gave their lives for his wishes, he felt a heartache from the bottom of his heart.

His heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe, and he could no longer hold back his tears.

Standing aside with a staff, Gandalf quietly looked at Soros's face that showed his true feelings under the light of the fire.

Such a picture of humanity cannot be shown by a person controlled by Sauron.

This night, no other kind of language invaded Soros' mind.Closing his eyes, one familiar face after another flashed in front of Soros' eyes, and Soros fell quietly into sleep.

The fallen people sleep soundly, and the unfulfilled wish shall be borne by the living. . .

"King Soros, I am about to leave. Now that the catastrophe on the wasteland has been resolved, Borg has been killed, and the half-orcs are no longer able to fight back. Next, I will go to the kingdom of Gondor to help Steward of Gondor confronts Azog."

Early the next morning, when he saw Soros, Thranduil showed a smile. After he said those words, Soros nodded seriously.

"I don't know, King Soros, will he send troops to help Gondor and face this catastrophe together?"

"There are frequent battles. Angel has been suffering a lot, and finally got a chance to breathe. I can't let them fight anymore. I'm sorry for my people."

Looking at Thranduil's expressionless face, Soros smiled lightly and walked a little closer.

"My people can't go to battle. Angel needs a long time to recuperate, but I am at your disposal."

Soros stretched out his hand to Thranduil, looking at Soros with a sincere expression, Thranduil hesitated for a moment, then held it with a smile.

Soros is not only extremely powerful in personal combat, but also has another thing on him, that thing can summon extremely crazy dark creatures, and kill the group of half-orcs to pieces.

"It seems that King Soros is a person who attaches great importance to his promises. It is an honor for the citizens of the Kingdom of Angor to have a king like you."

"My lord, I have never ignored your words. I know that you are eager to resolve this matter, but you should also have seen the role of the Supreme Ring on the battlefield. When the war subsides, I will immediately follow you." You entered Modo non-stop and went to the black volcano."

Thranduil was very satisfied with Soros' words, and Legolas standing beside him also smiled and held Soros' hand.

Having received this promise, Gandalf was also very satisfied. In the Kingdom of Angor, the people finally held a grand banquet. The next day after the banquet, they would leave the Kingdom of Angor.

"Duncan, Charlie, I would like to ask you two to help check the domestic affairs of Angor Kingdom. Major events on weekdays will be presided over by Grand Maester Martin. You should help as much as possible. The flames of war have ignited throughout the Middle-earth continent. I must Been away for a while."

"Your Majesty, don't worry, I will definitely assist Bachelor Martin to take charge of domestic affairs."

Charlie vowed to agree, while Duncan looked at Soros with some concern.

"Your Majesty, if you encounter any situation, just send a letter back, and I will immediately lead the army to rescue."

Soros smiled and patted the shoulders of the two of them. When he came back next time, his role might be different again. . .