Sword and Magic and Taxi

Zhao Mai took the elves forward continuously, spent another afternoon and the whole evening, and finally stopped completely at dawn. At this time, they had completed the forcible march of nearly two hundred miles and captured the strong orcs. The flaws revealed when the troops were mobilized were successfully interspersed in that fleeting gap. One~www.NovelMTL.com~ They have reached the southern part of Enad region. From here to the east is the narrow Rohan Pass, which is also the narrowest gap between the Misty Mountains and the White Mountains with beacon towers. Isinger is right next to this pass, and Oshankerta is not far to the north of the pass, where Saruman's strong orcs are most concentrated and the most tightly guarded direction.

Just south is the Eisen River, and the sound of the water is already clearly audible. As long as you can cross the river, continue to the south to see the white mountains. There is the western border of Gondor, and several larger towns can provide them with supplies. Once in Gondor, the White Mountains separated Saruman and his strong orcs, and declared that the "Squad of the Ring" was completely free from Saruman's control.

This is definitely not allowed by the white-robed wizard, he will definitely mobilize heavy troops to encircle, chase and intercept, and use the strongest strength. Not only the orcs, but the humans here can't believe it, and no one can be sure whether they are from Saruman. Zhao Mai can understand Saruman's psychology: he is also a Maya, and he will certainly not be willing to be under Sauron. The desire for the most supreme Lord of the Rings gave him an exclusive idea, and it was this idea that put him on the path of degeneration.

The gardener dragon lying on Zhao Mai's back opened his big blue eyes and pointed to the west. A sweet voice sounded: "There is a cave over there, enough to hold all of us. I also saw the underground river. We can have a good rest."

Hearing this news, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. ? Read the book??????????????? The elves are known for their light and fast movements. No one has ever boasted about their stamina. This long march can change this situation. After all, this is not the stamina of the elves. Two proof. They used their feet to accomplish a goal that is difficult for human cavalry to achieve. They are proud.

But compared to Tverdo, who still seemed to be at ease, the elves had to admit that the gap was huge. Everyone supported each other, carried their weapons, left the horses to the injured companions, and then followed Tverdo to the "cave".

It was an underground cave, and what Xiaohua pointed out was its entrance. A few stalactites hang down, like the broken teeth of an old woman. 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 there will never be time for satisfaction.

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

"It is not enough to support it." Zhao Mai said: "We can't stop, there are more difficult things waiting for us."

"I like to hear this very much." Griffindale said with a smile: "This is my last war, and then I will return to Villino, where I will enjoy eternity and peace. I may be affected by humans. The impact is more, I always want to do something more, and do something more, so that I can remember it in the future. Is this unusual for the elves?"

"Somewhat. But don't sigh about life. I have a vague idea. When the team is settled down, we two will discuss it."

"Ha!" Lord Jinhua smiled. He asked Zhao Mai to sort out his thoughts, and then set about arranging sentries and guards, not only to ensure that he could not be found, but also to spot the enemy as soon as possible. Let Saruman worry, fear and go crazy!

Saruman was really angry. Human mercenaries and strong orcs surrounded the elves' camps at night, and then attacked during the day. They came to the foot of the mountain and rushed up the hillside. All they saw was neatly arranged elf armor, as well as food, weapons, and other luggage, but they didn't even have elf hair. The human mercenaries believed that they had completed the mission of "attacking the hillside and destroying the resistance elves", searching for loot while demanding rewards. Saruman had a plan long ago, and the order to kill the human beings and blame the Rivendell Elves had already been given. Moreover, the strong orcs have lost their original battle, and they have a great psychological need for blood.

The strong orc glared at the humans, and the leader waved his hand behind him. The human eyes looking forward to seeing the treasure chest or the money bag only saw the black feather arrow of the strong orc.

"Kill! Kill them!" The strong orc waved his weapon and launched an attack on the humans who had not yet awakened from the ecstasy of victory. The white palm mark was soon dyed red by the splashing blood, but obviously not enough people died here, and the blood was not enough to dye Saruman's emblem red forever. The strong orc wiped a touch of armor, and the white palm emblem was still sickly white, greedily wanting more red company.

When the crow passed the news of the elves' escape to Saruman, he also suffered the same fate as a human mercenary. Saruman burned the conscientious black bird to death with flames and threw it to the goblins who were eating lunch. The white robe wizard had a gloomy face, and the black staff made a heavy sound on the ground. "Pull me up, you slackers!"

The orcs and goblins did not dare to delay the slightest ~www.NovelMTL.com~ to force the winch to return Saruman in the elevator to the ground. "Keep working and equip my war machine! Give me a good job, or I will let them wield your crest vertebrae to fight!"

The loud voice echoed in the huge crypt and canyon, surging over and over again, spreading to every corner. Saruman built the dam, then blasted the river, broke through the rock formations, and snatched ore from the depths of the earth. His servants worked day and night, using the trees in the Fagon Forest as fuel to smelt iron and cast swords. A steady stream of heavily armed orcs walked out from here, gathered on the ground, ready to execute Saruman's battle orders.

But the white-robed wizard didn't know what order to change. He had a foreboding that he had let the target go away from his fingers. "The cunning Gandalf, the savage Tverdor, and the Grofindale, stupid! Stupid! A bunch of blind idiots!" The wizard's angry voice began to sound in the Asanker Tower again, and bursts of fire flashed down the hall. And the corridor erupted, as if there was a fire-breathing dragon entrenched there. "Give me the Supreme Lord of the Rings, and I will be able to defeat Sauron and bring peace to the world, don't they understand? No, they don't understand, but are selfish, wanting to get honor for themselves, a group of despicable bastards! "

Saruman came to a secret room. The door here has dozens of locks, no windows or any holes 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 true spar. Under the action of his magic spell, the pattern in the spar began to move, slowly showing the pattern.

"Come on, tell me where they hid. This time you have to obey the order and don't show me nothing related!" (To be continued...)