Sword and Magic and Taxi

Zhao Mai led the elves to move forward continuously, spending another afternoon and a whole night, and finally stopped completely at dawn. At this time, they had completed a forced march of nearly two hundred miles and captured the strong orcs. The flaws exposed during the mobilization of troops were successfully inserted into the fleeting gaps.

They had reached the southern part of the Enaid region. Directly due east from here is the narrow Pass of Rohan, the narrowest gap between the Misty Mountains and the White Mountains with their beacon towers. Isengard is close to this pass, and Orthanc Tower is not far to the north of the pass. This is the direction where Saruman's orcs are most concentrated and heavily defended.

Directly south is the Eisen River, and the sound of water flowing can be clearly heard. As long as you can cross the river, continue south to see the White Mountains. It was the western border of Gondor, and several larger towns could provide them with supplies. Once in Gondor, the White Mountains separated Saruman and his Orcs, which declared that the Friends of the Ring were completely free from Saruman's control.

This is definitely not allowed by the white-robed wizard. He will definitely mobilize heavy troops to pursue and intercept him, and use his strongest strength. Not only the orcs, but also the humans here cannot be trusted, and no one is sure whether they are Saruman's people. Zhao Mai can understand Saruman's psychology: he is also a Maia, and he will definitely not be willing to be inferior to Sauron. The desire for the Supreme Lord of the Rings gave him the idea of ​​monopoly, and it was this idea that led him to the path of decadence.

Gardener Long, who was lying on Zhao Mai's back, opened his big blue eyes, pointed to the west, and said in a sweet voice: There is a cave over there, big enough for all of us. I also saw the underground river, We could use a good rest.”

Hearing the news, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Elves are known for their light and fast movements, and no one has ever praised their endurance. This long-distance march can change this situation. After all, this is the best proof of the elves' endurance. They used their feet to accomplish a goal that was difficult for human cavalry to achieve, and they were proud of it.

But compared to Tverdo, who still seemed to be able to do it with ease, the elves had to admit that there was a huge gap. Everyone supported each other, carried their own weapons, left their horses with their wounded companions, and then followed Tverdo to the cave.

It was an underground cave, and Xiaohua pointed out its entrance. A few stalactites hang down like an old woman's broken teeth. But this old woman must have a good appetite. After all, she is opening her mouth to swallow the gurgling river water, and it seems that she will never be satisfied.

Glorfindel looked around and said to Zhao Mai: It's really nice here. As long as we camouflage the entrance of the cave, no one can spot us. There are fish and shrimps in the river, and it's so clear that we can sustain it.

It's not enough to just hold on. Zhao Mai said: We can't stop. There are more difficult things waiting for us later.

I like hearing this very much. Glorfindel said with a smile: This is my last war. After that, I will return to Valinor and enjoy eternity and peace there. I may be influenced by humans. There are many influences, and I always want to do something more, and do something more, so that I can remember it in the future. Isn't this a bit unusual for elves?

A bit. But don't sigh about life yet. I have a vague idea. When the team settles down, the two of us will discuss it.

Ha! Lord Jinhua smiled. He asked Zhao Mai to sort out his thoughts, and then began to arrange sentries and guards, not only to ensure that he could not be discovered, but also to detect the enemy as early as possible. Let Saruman be frightened and mad!

Saruman was indeed angry. Human mercenaries and strong orcs surrounded the elves' camp from a distance at night, and then launched an attack during the day. They came to the foot of the mountain and rushed up the hillside. All they saw were neatly arranged elven armors, as well as food, weapons and other luggage, but not even an elven hair. The human mercenaries believed that they had completed the task of attacking the hillside and wiping out the resisting elves, and while searching for loot, they demanded payment. Saruman had already planned, and the order to kill the humans and frame the elves in Rivendell had already been issued. Moreover, the orcs had lost the original battle and had a great psychological need for blood.

The orcs glared at the humans, and the leader waved behind him. The human eyes, expecting to see a treasure chest or a money bag, only saw the black arrows of the orcs.

Kill! Kill them! The orcs waved their weapons and launched an attack on the humans who had not yet awakened from the ecstasy of victory. The white palm mark was soon stained red by the splash of blood, but obviously not enough people died here, and the blood was not enough to dye Saruman's emblem red forever. The strong orc put a touch of armor on, and the white palm emblem was still sickly white, greedily wanting more red companionship.

When the crow conveyed the news of the escape of the elves to Saruman, he also suffered the same fate as the human mercenaries. Saruman burned the dutiful black bird to death with flames and threw it to the goblins who were having lunch. The white-robed wizard's face was gloomy, and his black staff struck the ground with a heavy sound. Pull me up, you lazy bastards!

The orcs and goblins did not dare to delay at all, and turned the winch hard to send Saruman in the elevator back to the ground. Get on with the work of outfitting my war machine! Finish it, or I'll have them swinging your spines into battle!

The loud sound echoed in the huge cave canyon, repeated over and over again, spreading to every corner. Saruman built dams and then blasted river channels, opening up rock formations and grabbing ores from deep within the earth. His servants worked day and night, forging swords using the trees of Fangorn Forest as fuel. Heavily armed orcs walked out of here one after another, gathering on the ground, ready to carry out Saruman's battle orders.

But the white-robed wizard didn't know what kind of order to change. He had a premonition that he had let the target slip through his fingers. The cunning Gandalf, the savage Tewaldor, and that Glorfindel, stupid! Stupid! A bunch of blind fools! The wizard's angry voice began to ring again in the Orthanc Tower, and bursts of fire lit along the hall. and the corridor erupted, as if a fire-breathing dragon was entrenched there. Give me the Supreme Ring, and I will be able to defeat Sauron and bring peace to the world. Don't they understand? No, it's not that they don't understand, but they are selfish and want to get honor for themselves, a bunch of despicable bastards!

Saruman came to a secret room. The door here has dozens of locks, no windows or any loopholes leading to the outside, and there is nothing in the room except a black stone platform. Saruman carefully uncovered the black velvet cloth on the stone platform and looked at the black gnosis crystal. Under the influence of his magic spell, the patterns inside the crystal began to move, and the pattern slowly appeared.

Come on, tell me where they hid. This time you must obey the order and don't show me anything that is not relevant!