How to break into a ring

This tunnel is definitely not the drainage channel of the Romanian Kingdom. The walls are solid, and the exits are covered with thick iron flaps. There are eighteen of them in total, and there are vivid sandstone weeds on the iron planks.

After all are closed, these iron plates are connected into a whole piece.Each exit was locked with four long rods attached to chains.When the gear turns slowly, the iron chain is all tightened.

The tunnel leading to the depths of the tunnel is very narrow, and only one person can pass through it.

Soldiers from the wasteland tribe entered the tunnel one after another holding torches. Fay was still wondering how these people dared to bring strangers into such a secret place. When he accidentally found a huge black shadow dangling on the cave wall, he looked up. Only then did I suddenly realize.

At the top of this narrow tunnel, many boulders are suspended by iron chains, which are connected to the exit mechanism.

The exit can only be opened from the inside. If someone tries to enter the tunnel, it will be useless to smash the iron plate.

Three iron gates appeared one after another at the end of the tunnel. Fay couldn't help looking at the wasteland tribe warriors in leather armor with messy hair, and at the iron gates with rough patterns carved on them.

This is not an underground ruin, it is an underground fortress!

There was such a fortress in the Romanian Kingdom back then, why was it destroyed by the Chariot People?

Fay wondered, as soon as he turned his head and saw Gosor's side face under the light of the torch, the corners of Fay's mouth began to twitch.

When is good looks an argument for justice?Even if the half-orc dragons and giant spiders in the dark camp are all ugly enough to scare people to death, but——

"You are indeed not Haradrin, and you are not like spies of half-orcs and chariot people, but the trust of the wasteland tribe will not be given easily, and we will not let go of any possible danger... You must accept us You can't leave here casually, and you are not allowed to walk around at will."

After passing through the tunnel, there was an open corridor. The leader opened one of the doors and let Fay and the two of them enter firmly.

Fay spread his hands indifferently. As soon as they entered, the door slammed shut and the outside was locked.

Fay heard the leader order: "Shut this chained wolf to the other side! A large number of orcs have been found in the south of the wilderness, and more and more wilderness tribes have fled into the underground fortress. Enemies came in. The chariot people wore turbans, and the scorching sun of the wasteland left obvious marks on their faces, and the Haradrin people had dark skin... Even if there are people with mud and sand on their faces, they must be wiped clean to see clearly!"

The sound gradually faded away with the steps.

Fay turned to look at Gosor with a strange expression: "You Haradrin people have dark skin, did you get sunburned?"

"..."

"Well, actually, I don't think you're too dark."

"The Haradrins are all brown."

The room was empty, only a fist-sized window was opened on the top for ventilation, and a faint light came in from the small hole. Fay was worried that he would not find Gosor's face when he turned around, and could only see the pair. The eyes... turned out to be totally overthinking.

The faint light was like a thin morning mist, flowing over the smooth and full forehead, the high nose bridge, the resolute lip line, and finally staying on the slender neck.

There hung a translucent white chain, as bright as glass, and the chain was divided into three strands at the end, tightly wrapped around an irregular inverted triangle pendant.It's not big, and it's the same color as the rock, but the surface is particularly smooth.

Ghosor's hair is also black, and it may have been wrapped too long in the turban, and the hair is slightly curly when it falls to the shoulders.He put his hands on his elbows, leaned his back against the wall, and lowered his eyes as if thinking about something.

"Do you know what you look like?"

Gorsol looked up, his eyes were still bright even in such a dark place.Guessing that what Fay said would not be good, he didn't press the question and waited for the answer calmly.

"It's like a sprite whose display... brightness is adjusted too low!"

Perhaps Gorsol's appearance proved that even if the elf was coated with chocolate sauce, as long as it dried completely, it would still look good--Fey felt very strange, why did he feel hungry when he obviously didn't need to eat?Even chocolate sauce came to mind.

No matter how you look at Gosor's appearance, it is impossible for him to be a half-orc or a chariot people.

It is actually inappropriate to compare Fay with elves, because Gorsol also has a weird charm, just like an abyss, although he can't see clearly, it seems to be calling for people to plunge into it—this is the elf's absolute charm. Impossible, it will make people wake up instantly and be alert to their absence just now.

Is this the trait of aliens?

Fay knew very little about Gosor. He didn't want to ask more questions before, but now he can't figure it out.

A Haradrin who doesn't look like his kind?Headed north to the Romanian Wastes to escape Mordor's conscription?Then, what does he want to do, wandering around without a goal?

Gorsol's words interrupted Fay's thoughts.

"Elves? I thought you didn't like wizards, and you had a little opinion of elves."

"How do you know?" Is it so obvious?

"The wizard's friend, the giant eagle, is like a plague in your eyes." Gosor looked at the small hole where the light came in. Although there was light, more shadows shrouded him, "I once said to myself , to bury the secret in the bottom of my heart, even if it is destroyed, I will not mention it. So I will not inquire about your secret, and I do not want to tell you about myself."

"Great! After sharing a secret, trust is often not deep but shaky, and this is a situation that suits us!"

Fay heard himself say this, his tone was very strange, and his left foot began to twitch like pain again: "Before we leave this fortified fortress, we still need each other, otherwise we will be locked in a dark room alone. Not too good."

Their conversation did not continue, because there was a sound of crying and wailing outside the door.

The tribes scattered across the wasteland are retreating to this underground fortress one after another. Some of them were attacked on the way and forced to disperse from their families.After arduous trekking and finally arriving here, people began to anxiously look forward to the news of their loved ones, but often what they waited for was only bad news.

After a long time, the door was opened, and a tribal warrior called them out in a rough voice.

The top of the tunnel is not high, about two meters. On both sides of the road are soldiers sitting on the ground wiping their swords.

They were taken to a place like a hall. It should have been tall and spacious, but it was crowded with many horses, smelling bad and messy.Two wheel-like chandeliers hung from the ceiling, with only half candles inserted in them.

A half-orc was lying on the ground, all limbs were broken, and his ugly eyes were still looking at the people around him fiercely.It suddenly saw Fay and Gosor, and raised its nose and made an ugly voice: "It really is your trap, hateful human beings!"

"You've been following us?"

It seemed that Gorsol did not wander around when leading the way, and the orcs really followed them.

However, these half-orcs were unlucky. They probably found that the traces they followed disappeared beside the burning corpses, so they stopped to investigate, so they were unlucky enough to be ambushed.

"The half-orc said, you snatched two giant wolves?"

"That's right... There was another wolf that was captured by the giant eagle for afternoon tea before meeting you." Fay avoided the seriousness, and it would be terrible if the people here asked them to hand over the method of taming the giant wolf.

"The footprint of the wolf lost one part in the middle, and you hid under the sandstone..."

The half-orc seemed to see it with his own eyes, and smiled strangely: "The giant eagle has appeared. We sent a team of cavalry to report back. They will follow the traces we left to find this place. Humans, this cave is your grave!"

Its voice was sharp and piercing, and there was a dead silence in the hall.

In the distance came the sound of terrified sobs from the fleeing people, and someone nearby pulled out a scimitar, cut off the half-orc's neck, and dragged it away like throwing garbage.

"I believe you are not spies from Mordor, but the situation is critical now..." Before the leader could finish his words, the wheel lights hanging on the ceiling of the cave vibrated violently, the candles swung up and down, and the horses in the hall began to stomp uncomfortably hooves.

Fay felt that the sound was the same as the one he heard in the town that night, a muffled thunder.

"The chariot people!" Many people jumped up.

The leader's face was even uglier. Obviously, the number of this enemy far exceeded his expectations.

This underground fortress has a history of nearly 2000 years. It was originally built to resist the chariot people. It is surrounded by solid rock formations and iron plates, which can clearly transmit the vibrations of the ground to the ground. There are also hidden lookouts. Check out what's going on.

"They surrounded here! Cut off almost all exits!"

"Damn it, these chariot people must be monitoring all the people who retreated into the underground fortress from a distance. The exposed exits are all for refugees to enter in the past few days..."

It was all bad news, and the ax-wielding tribal leader stepped forward and shouted: "All gather, prepare for battle!"

This order was transmitted to every corner of the tunnel one after another, overshadowing the terrified shouts of people and the cries of children.

The horse was pulled out, and the unfinished sword was hastily tied around his waist.

"It's safe here, why are they going out?" Fay didn't want to understand.

"There is not enough food, and no matter how strong the fortress is, it can't be defended." Gosor looked at the people who were crowded on both sides of the passage. He refused to let go of his hand, crying all over.

Suddenly someone pushed Fei from behind and threw two leather armors that didn't fit well: "Quick, all men are going to fight, and you can't stay here..."

In fact, they are worried about staying in the underground fortress with unknown origins.

"Okay! I think this is a good start. Horses are much easier to ride than wolves." Fay thought bitterly, if he survives this battle, is it the first step out of the dark camp?At least the first step in building a new identity...

"Gosol, do you think we will be treated as elves on the battlefield?"

"You will, I won't."

"...Are you not afraid?"

"I'll be by your side and it'll all be over."

Fay couldn't help but glance at Gosor.

What a strange illusion. After seeing Gosor's appearance, this feeling is even more obvious-every word Gosor said seems to have other meanings, but when you think about it carefully, they are all very ordinary sentence.

There are many exits in the underground fortress, and at the end of the hall is an iron gate. The tribal warriors rode on their horses, but their morale was not high, because many people still looked at the crying relatives behind them.

The leader rode a black horse, someone handed him a bronze helmet, he put it on solemnly, then turned the horse's head sideways, rode the horse and ran past the soldiers in line, shouting sharply: "Don't let fear conquer us, It will destroy everything, including your lives and everyone here!"

After being crowded with cavalry, the hall seemed very narrow, and the leader quickly ran back and forth.

The underground fortress became quiet, with only the leader's voice echoing. Even if there were crying children, their mothers immediately covered their mouths, and the oppressive atmosphere was so heavy that it was suffocating.

"1000 years ago, the kingdom that ruled Romania fell. 2000 years ago, part of the wasteland once belonged to the Kingdom of Gondor. Our ancestors did not go out with the army of the Kingdom of Gondor, nor did our ancestors fight with the Kingdom of Romania. Resist the Chariotmen together, so no one will help us now, if you don't take up arms, your descendants will tell that their ancestors did not fight for freedom, so that they were born into the shadow of Mordor slave!"

The armor and weapons began to make a slight impact sound, and many people began to gasp for breath, and then slowly calmed down, and the fearful eyes gradually disappeared.

Several iron gates were dropped around the hall, separating this place from the entire underground fortress, and also blocking the sight of the tribal warriors from the people standing in the tunnel and weeping silently.

The wheel lights on the roof of the cave kept shaking with the vibration of the ground. The tribal leader took a deep breath and raised the long ax in his hand: "Open the stone gate! For Romanian!"

"For this wilderness of freedom!"

The horse galloped down the slope to the ground, and Fay was also caught in the middle. This was the first time he encountered such a situation, his thoughts were churning, and he couldn't calm down at all.

In the battle in the Mirkwood, all the orcs died, so he didn't see the tragedy, and he hid in the tunnel when the orcs slaughtered the wasteland town... Even if he had the experience of riding a Smaug to kill the Ringwraiths, the war is different.

"Gorsol, do you think they can win?" Fay asked in a low voice.

"...Although fear cannot conquer human beings, courage cannot conquer everything either."

Gorsol turned his head to look at Fay, his gaze seemed to be magical, and Fay suddenly heard Gorsol's voice resounding in his mind: "They are doomed to fail."