"Irub is occupied, or is it a strange force!"

Coming out of the spire room, there was only one news echoing in Asog's head.

The master is omnipotent, and Asog is naturally very convinced of the master's news.

"It's just that the Turin dwarves who fled from Moria, and it took a lot of effort to gain a foothold in Ilube in the lonely mountains."

"I didn't expect it to be wiped out by other forces so quickly, and it's still a strange force."

The news that came out of the master's mouth surprised Asog a little.

You must know that the kingdom of Yaxia Irub is backed by the Lonely Mountain, and the multiple gates are very thick and fit with the Lonely Mountain, and the design is also very ingenious.

The defense of the kingdom of Irub is quite famous in the entire Middle-earth world.

Otherwise, Irub, who has the capital of wealth, would have been coveted by other forces long ago.

Not to mention, Asog himself had already beaten Irub's idea.

And until now, he still thinks about Irub the dwarf of Turin.

It's just because of Irub's strong defense, and the allies of the other side, that they haven't been able to make a move.

Now, in a short period of time, the country has been quickly destroyed and completely occupied.

The time was so short that he even got the news from the mouth of the master.

Regardless of whether the other party can hold the alliance and reinforcements of the next dwarves, then the forces that can quickly capture Irub will definitely not be weak.

"It's just that I don't know which group of forces it is, and it makes the master feel strange!"

Asog's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes flickering.

Soon, down the minaret,

Asog walked straight to an open platform,

Directly below the platform was a busy crowd of countless orcs.

Asog came to the platform and stretched out his hand to wave to the orc leader who was directing the order not far away.

Suddenly, a half-orc with gray-black skin, oily face, and a mouth full of sauce-yellow tartar and rotten teeth immediately trotted over.

"Command to go down and send out a group of wolf cavalry."

"It's up to you to go to the Irub Kingdom near the Lonely Mountain Range to find out what forces occupy Irub Valley."

"However, you are not allowed to clash with that strange force, you know!"

"Of course, if you come across a lost dwarf, you can kill and eat it at will."

"However, don't delay the mission, otherwise, you know the consequences!"

Speaking of this, Asog's gloomy expression suddenly made the heart of the half-orc head in front of him skip a beat.

"Of course, of course, I will complete the task, Chief!"

The short, sturdy orc immediately screamed at a shrill voice.

"After the mission is completed, come to Moria, come to me directly, understand!"

"Yes, Chief!"

......

Early the next morning,

Hidden deep in the Misty Mountains, the elven capital of Rivendell, has also awakened from its slumber.

The morning sun rises high in the east,

The golden light shines through the vast expanse of morning mist rising from the valley in the early morning,

Shining on this beautiful city of peace and tranquility, it looks particularly holy.

Inside the open-air garden in Rivendell.

A group of aristocratic elves of Rivendell were eating breakfast.

At this moment, a carrier pigeon flew back from the outside world fluttered its wings and flew straight towards Eldron who was sitting at the stone table.

Eldron stretched out his arm, and the carrier pigeon was ready to stop on his arm.

Eldron expertly removed the creed from the pigeon's ankle ring and began to browse it.

Soon, Eldron's originally calm and leisurely face immediately turned serious.

"What's wrong, Elon?"

Wearing a white lace dress on the side and wearing a gold silk flower crown, Galadriel noticed the strangeness of his son-in-law Eldron and said lightly.

"Yamashita Kingdom Irub was captured last night!"

"Look at it."

Eldron spoke in a deep voice, handing the creed in his hand to Galadriel.

"Oh!"

"Irubor has been captured?"

Galadriel took the creed with a slightly puzzled look on his face and looked at it carefully.

Soon, Galadriel's originally smiling face quickly calmed down with the contents of the creed in his hand.

Immediately after, Galadriel put down the creed in his hand,

Stand up and walk to the edge of the garden.

Eldron also lost the mind to continue eating, and motioned to the beautiful elf maid on the side to take away the breakfast on the table,

Then he walked slowly to the side of the garden and stood beside Galadriel.

Looking at the valley illuminated by the golden morning sun in the distance, the morning mist rises and all kinds of birds fly happily in it, a quiet and peaceful Grand Canyon.

"Whew..."

Galadriel took a deep breath and opened his closed eyes.

Just now, she had made a prediction based on a vision she had noticed in the East not long ago.

It turned out to be something to do with that evil force.

"How's that!"

Eldron asked aloud when he saw Galadriel open his eyes, he knew that the other party must have foreseen something.

"It does have something to do with the abrupt arrival before!"

"That evil force should be the army of monsters of unknown origin who captured Irubi."

Galadriel nodded, speaking calmly.

"An army of monsters that suddenly appeared was able to capture the well-defended Irub in such a short period of time, we should make some preparations."

Eldron said with a serious face.

"It's really needed, an evil force of unknown origin..."

"This doesn't bode well..."

Galadriel muttered in an ethereal voice as he looked at the golden morning sun rising in the sky in the distance.

......

At the same time,

Between a wide hill on the back of the original lonely mountain.

From the sky, a huge team of people with their families was running fast in embarrassment.

It was the Turin dwarves who had just escaped from Irubour.

"Father, drink saliva first!"

Thorin carried the water bag and walked quickly to the side of a middle-aged dwarf who was not very tall, and handed over the delicate cowhide water bag.

"Thorin, how many of our remaining clansmen are there?"

The middle-aged dwarf, dressed in gorgeous and delicate clothes, took the water bag, and after a sharp pour, wiped a handful of water stains on his mouth, and spoke.

"With the old and the young, there are only more than 2,000 clansmen left."

"And grandfather, who must have been captured by that evil dragon now."

Thorin replied helplessly with a sad face.

"Are there only more than 2,000 people left?"

After listening to his son's words, the middle-aged dwarf suddenly shook slightly, and muttered with a pale face.

"Father, are you alright?"

Thorin grabbed the slightly swaying middle-aged dwarf and hurriedly said.

"It's fine!"

The middle-aged dwarf pushed his son's hand away and waved his hand.

"Father, where are we going now..."

As soon as Thorin spoke,

At this moment, the dwarven warriors who were serving as scouts in front suddenly ran in the direction of Thorin and shouted:

"Your Highness, the elven allies of the Woodland Kingdom have come to our aid, we are saved!"