Sword and Magic and Taxi

There is no way to cross the river from here. The current is too fast and too deep. We at least need to shoot the rope to the opposite tree for protection to avoid being washed away by the water. Glorfindel looked at the fresh and clear orc footprints by the river and said to Zhao Mai said: No, enemies appear too frequently here, and we don't have enough time... What are you doing?

Of course we are building a bridge. Isn't this how we should cross the river? Zhao Mai knelt on one knee by the river, put his hands on the ground, and muttered something. The frost spreads out from the palm, about one meter wide, extending forward and upward in an arch shape. Zhao Mai stood up and stepped on the ice bridge. Every step would leave a depression, just like steps. Frost continued to shoot out from his palms and sprayed onto the arch bridge, so the bridge continued to extend forward. Don't be stunned, keep up!

Glorfindel shook his head: No wonder we found this place. It turns out that the river here is the narrowest!

The elves stepped on Zhao Mai's footprints and immediately felt the biting ice, drilling from the soles of their feet straight into their hearts. Fortunately, the bridge was not long, and the elf's movements were light and fast, and he ran over before frostbite occurred. Zhao Mai put away his ice power, raised his fist, and shattered the ice bridge.

The water will wash away most of it, and the rest will melt, and no one can see it. Zhao Mai glanced at Xiaohua, and she raised her finger and pointed to the left. Let's go, it's safe over there. Let's leave the river bank quickly.

The elves took one last look at the small ice floe that was still undulating with the water, and almost immediately began to run away. They have already measured the Enaid region with their own legs, and now they will begin to measure Isengard again.

In the memory of the elves, Isengard represents peace. Under Saruman's management, there is no need for villages or towns to garrison here, only lush and continuous woods are enough. But now, the woods have been almost destroyed by the orcs, and most of them have been chopped into materials for rafts, or simply made into canoes. There are still traces of fire in many places, and the charred black seeps into the soil. It will only take another four seasons to return to the original color.

The elves marched with sorrow. Slowly, when they left the river behind and could no longer hear the sound of water, they finally saw the dense woods again. Even though it is winter, there is still some green here to brighten the eyes of the elves. Evergreen trees such as pines and cypresses are not as tall as those growing in the north, but they bring the same spiritual comfort to the elves.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. The Pass of Rohan was just ahead, and the bare ridge reappeared, stretching eastward. This is the northern end of the White Mountains, which now look like gray or yellow mountains. They avoided the eye-catching ridges and tried their best to travel on the opposite slopes of the valleys, so as to use the terrain to block the orcs' reconnaissance.

Zhao Mai suddenly stopped while running, clenched his right hand and raised it. The other elves didn't understand, but Glorfindel sensed it. A will from the north locked onto them, and the power of magic filled and pressed down around them. Zhao Mai snorted disdainfully. The Insect Heart Ring blocked Saruman's detection. The True Knowledge Crystal Ball would only reveal endless mist, but would not reveal their location. However, they are too close to Saruman's lair. If Saruman calms down, he will find that the interval from the beginning of casting his spell to the time it is blocked is very short, which may reveal some information.

Nothing can be perfect, but most things will have a certain degree of fault tolerance, and working harder can increase the degree of fault tolerance. The elves gritted their teeth, no one wanted to make any mistakes at this critical moment. They didn't dare to wait. As long as Tverdo thought the front could pass, they would not stop.

Everyone understands that just because they have a chance to pass now, it doesn’t mean they can pass it in the future. The opportunity is fleeting, and no one wants to take the medicine of regret after failure. Especially when they could see the footprints of the nearby orcs and the scars left on the overly soft mud after cutting down trees, they knew how urgent the situation was.

They always keep the ridge or hill between themselves and Isengard to block the prying eyes from the other side. But precisely for this reason, they only heard the rumbling war drums and thumping footsteps of the orcs. Glorfindel wanted to conduct reconnaissance, and Zhao Mai told him the answer directly: Saruman's army has moved, and the direction is west. It is very likely that they will search for our traces, and then attack south to enter the area just now. Duo.

But it's also possible to go north and attack Rivendell. Glorfindel said.

From a strategic perspective, Glorfindel is too far away. There is no point in attacking there now. It is far better to attack Gondor and pierce this human country from behind. Or turn back and attack Rohan and completely conquer this horse country. If Saruman attacked Rivendell for one reason only: he was blinded by rage.

Elrond has the Ring of Air in his hand, Glorfindel said: Therefore, Saruman attacked Rivendell not only because of anger, but also because of greed.

What you said makes sense. However, let's keep moving forward, Zhao Mai said: Thank you for believing in my tactics and following me all the way here. We have passed the most dangerous pass, and one day further, Let us descend from the mountain and cross diagonally to the north, heading straight for Fangorn Forest. We will find reinforcements, and we will definitely defeat Saruman. Then, no matter how many troops he still has, the initiative will be back in our hands.

When they finally crossed the hills of the pass, the sun began to set. According to the results of Xiaohua's latest investigation, the group immediately changed direction, jumped out of the mountain in advance, and began to travel across the plains. The backs of the elves have been bent, and all graceful postures and calm rhythms have disappeared. Who can stay like this when they are exhausted? If Zhao Mai hadn't given away the magic berry fruit, these elves would have died of physical failure. This terrifying long-distance attack has become one of the most painful memories for this group of immortal elves.

Don't stop, don't stop, we have persisted for a long time, and we will continue to persist! Glorfindel lowered his voice to encourage everyone. They lucked out on a night with a full moon, and the ground beneath their feet was clearly visible, as was the horizon in the distance. The elves looked far into the distance, hoping to see what Orthanc Tower looked like to the west. However, all they could see were dots of red light and black smoke swaying in the light.

Saruman is still building his evil army, and we cannot let him succeed. Glorfindel said: Quick, quick! Fangorn Forest is ahead.

After another whole day, Zhao Mai once again resisted Saruman's detection. When the moonlight shone on everyone's shoulders again, a black mist appeared in front of everyone. The elves drew their weapons, and then they were surprised to find that the enemy they faced was just a dense forest.

The elves are preparing to fight the trees? This is really an age-old legend. Glorfindel laughed: We have finally arrived, and this is Fangorn Forest.