At the foot is a cliff, and below is a vast abyss that cannot be seen as far as the eye can see.

Wooden bridges hovered within the abyss, and dense orc figures shuttled through each bridge, eventually leading into the countless caverns scattered throughout the abyssal cliffs.

It's not dark, it's full of fire.

The light of the fire came from the countless caverns, and it became more and more hazy until the deepest part of the cavern that he could not see.

Obviously, unlike what he had imagined before he came, it was not a dark place.

The nearest cave is actually right next to it, a swaying wooden suspension bridge connects the cliff to the cave, and the ugly and hideous short figures can be clearly seen as far as the eye can see.

Those were orcs, busy in the cavern's spaces, drowning in corners that the Charr couldn't see.

Everything he saw looked like the dwarven city-state of Norgrod he had seen in the Blue Mountains in the past.

However, the hollow city-state simply can't match the scale of this place.

Looking down, the endless light of the fire is staggering.

Looking upwards, the top of the head is shrouded in hazy darkness, which seems to be the top of a rock, and it seems that something is obscured by darkness.

Charles didn't stay long at the cliff at the end of the fort, where orc soldiers patrolled by.

He only glanced at it for a few moments, and then hurried out of the place along the nearest drawbridge.

Then, without hesitation, he entered a nearby cavern, and stumbled around to a secluded, dimly lit hall.

Leaning against the gray walls covered in moss, he began to wonder what he was going to do next.

The place was huge, and the scene he had just seen made Charles feel like he had nowhere to start.

But then he adjusted his mentality and had a preliminary idea.

Looking at his surroundings, Charles continued to walk deeper into the cavern.

Although there are thousands of such caves seen outside, after entering them, they do not feel any sense of narrowness here, but the space is very large.

Tunnels, dark caverns, messy halls, dense ranks of orcs......

Constantly moving forward, constantly looking at everything around him, he finally came to a dark underground world full of stalactites.

This may be a natural underground cave that Angban has not yet opened, with a pristine landscape and some underground glowing plants.

However, although unexplored, there are also many orcs.

As far as the eye can see, some scattered dwarves are busy collecting the fungus plants that have been soaked in darkness and become black and red.

"This is the first thing the iron head discovered!"

"The elves curse you! You've stepped on Blackfang's foot! ”

"Don't try to snatch my mushrooms, or I'll bite you to death!"

“……”

The sound of a roar came to his ears as he walked along, coming from the mouths of the orcs around him.

Orcs are not completely savage creatures, and although they do not have a high IQ, they can also communicate.

However, they don't have a language of their own, so they "plagiarize" the elves' Sinda language, which sounds weird but barely understandable.

It also made it easier for Charles and made him a little more sure of his purpose.

So, when a taller, brownish-black-skinned, tattered orc in a tattered shirt and pants entered a narrow cave with a backpack on his back, the invisible Charles followed.

The surroundings were already very remote, and there were no other oaks, so no one would notice that there was a faint whining sound coming from this cave.

At first, the voice was quite obvious, vaguely revealing horror, but gradually the voice became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.

A hazy conversation rang out, full of fear, but very strange and very honest.

However, while orcs are not beasts, their simple minds obviously don't hold much valuable memory.

So until the end, Charles still didn't get anything.

It's just that he also thought about the initial plan during this time.

A short scream appeared, but it was instantaneous.

In a few moments, a rickety orc came out of the cave in the corner, covered in rags, disheveled and dirty, with a sharp nose and bulging buckteeth.

It looked the same as the one he had entered before, but his brown-red eyes flickered, but they looked calm and clear.

He began to return to his place, mingling with the other orcs and continuing to collect the blackened fungus.

When a shrill whistle was heard from the outskirts of the cavern, the orcs disguised by the charr blended into this unique group along with the other orcs.

The Cloak of Invisibility lasts for a long time, but it does not last forever, and every once in a while, it needs to be "recharged".

So it's impossible for Charles to keep himself invisible all the time.

At the same time, his shadow abilities could not be used for long, which would have left him in a deep state of exhaustion.

So he was going to sneak in for the time being, and then learn about the details of Angban, as well as the rules of survival.

Otherwise, if you act rashly, you will not be able to find Eor smoothly, not to mention, if you touch some taboo and let the Demon Shadow detect that someone has broken in, it will be terrible.

There are dangers all around, and one mistake can fall short, so Charles must be patient.

However, what he didn't expect was that on the first day he mixed into the half-orc team, he had a very special harvest.

Carrying the basket containing the mushrooms, he followed the group of orcs in line, looking at the pile of mushrooms piled up at the end of the line, and the group of orcs around the hanging pot on the other side of the hall, Charles couldn't help but be stunned.

"It's in ...... Alchemy? ”

He was amazed at this, he didn't expect the Potion Society to come here.

But it's not surprising to think about it, although the Noldor clan is still encircled, Morgoth's minions are not all bound by the elves, and many are lurking among the elves.

But what surprised him even more was that it seemed that the potion refining that was going on here seemed to have undergone a certain degree of improvement?

Because of the distance and the lack of light around him, Charles couldn't see very clearly.

But given the plants he had collected, and Angban's special environment, he was certain that the potions that appeared here were not the recipes that had been passed down by him.

Drugs don't work well everywhere. It is subject to the vegetation that grows locally.

When he was in Gangdorin, Charles felt that medicinal herbs were scarce in that area, so when the fat elf named Salgant came to visit and wanted to learn, Charles refused.

Because he knows that the other party can't learn deeply.

Relatively speaking, the Angban under his feet is definitely more unsuitable than the Gondolin.

However, I didn't expect that now, ......

Looking at the presence at the end of the line of sight, wielding a cane to direct the other orcs to tinker with medicine, Charles narrowed his eyes.

Although he didn't want to make a fuss, he had an idea of wanting to try it at this time.

"Kill him when you get the chance." The thought flashed through him.

When the line reached him, Charles followed the example of the other orcs and dumped all the mushrooms in the basket.

Because he hadn't paid much attention to it before, he handed over a relatively small amount, which provoked the fat orc overseer to bark at him.

Luckily, he didn't spit at the stars, otherwise Charles couldn't believe he could stand it.

After enduring the orc's strong bad breath, he was "lucky" to escape (the fat overseer said he was lucky because he was in a good mood today), and then mixed with the army to prepare to go to the food place together.

However, before their group of mushroom pickers could really leave the hall, a dull sound of trumpets suddenly came from all directions.

A whining sound sounded, and the surrounding orcs couldn't help but let out a commotion.

Then, all the orcs, whether they were small minions or those of higher level alchemy, all ran towards the exit.

There were too many of them, and the situation was a little chaotic for a while, and Charles, who felt quite dazed, was unconsciously led away.