"Hurry up, you goddamn big-headed ghost!"

The impatient scolding caused an orc who had been caught by a shining sapphire to hurry up.

However, just as he turned a corner because of greed, he was indeed greeted by a pair of hands full of strength, and then the sharp pain in his neck made him instantly whiter his eyes and die on the spot.

The sound of bones writhing was muffled and distinct in the dark passages, but the group of orcs in front of them was too far away to notice it.

At the same time, the body that made the sound quietly disappeared around the corner, and reappeared, in a narrow crevice not far away that was born from the cracking of the rock.

Black blood flowed slowly, and his body was twisted and deformed by the sudden change of environment.

Obviously, the ghost's shadow power is not limited to stealing.

In the corner of the place, Charles appeared, and the appearance of the original camouflaged fangs underwent a strange ripple, and finally changed into the appearance of the half-orc with a slightly large head before.

Then, in the face of the scolding and urging coming from front again, he hurriedly responded, and then ran over.

The demeanor is not too different from the original!

Cleaning Morgoth's halls wasn't a fat mess, but it was a matter of great honor for the orcs. So this kind of opportunity is actually very rare.

If it were through the normal route, Charles might have taken a lot of thought.

But he didn't feel like he had to play his cards by common sense.

Whoever Sauron assigned, when the candidate appeared and started going, wouldn't it be the end of the matter if he was replaced halfway?

In fact, the choice of candidate had been decided a few days earlier, and had been trumpeted by vain orcs.

As a result, Charles set his sights on a half-orc who was relatively easy to imitate, observed for a long time, and eventually replaced him with today.

At first, he was worried that Sauron would be leading the clean-up group, but he didn't show up.

It made him feel like he was a little too sensitive.

After all, a garbage cleaning job, taking the initiative to arrange people to do it has already expressed the importance of the boss, and then going out in person, it seems to be a bit cheap.

After catching up with the large army, he was scolded by the overseer for procrastination, but it was limited to that.

There were no accidents along the way, and the orcs carried all kinds of washing utensils and walked towards the bottom of Angban.

The destination, though at the bottom, was as they continued to make their way down the spiral stone staircase. The rough picture of other areas comes to the fore one after another.

The blacksmith is full of fire, the banging of the blacksmith, the vast underground world where the wolf cavalry rushes and trains, and the mysterious dark places where the roars are overwhelming.

Each area is connected to each other by a long, narrow tunnel of rock, and each tunnel is very different in what you see.

Charles silently jotted down the situation, then gathered his thoughts and turned his mind for the task at hand.

What would E'ol do if he was tied up there directly.

What if Eol wasn't there?

If Eor has been twisted into one of his own by the Great Enemy......

And so on and so forth.

Although he had thought about it countless times before, when it came to the end, he had to re-filter the various actions he should do.

"It's a matter of success or failure." He secretly cheered himself up.

Walking downward, Charles was not very conspicuous among the twenty or so orcs, and finally after stepping through a heavy steel gate, he officially stepped into the hall where the enemy was stationed.

As far as the eye can see, the hall looks like a royal palace built deep in the center of the earth, and the gray-black rock surface is flat and full of dirt.

On both sides stand heavy stone pillars.

The brazier dotted in front of the stone pillars, and at the same time, the miserable figures tied to the stone pillars were also fully reflected.

Near the steel gates were blood-soaked torture instruments, and at the end of the hall was a massive black throne.

Now that it's empty, I've heard that Morgoth has gone to inspect his monster breeding workshop.

His gaze quickly swept over the filthy figures tied to the pillars, and Charles suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Because he didn't see his goal!

Although he hadn't seen him for decades, he thought to himself that he should be able to recognize the cheap father, after all, the other party had been carried out in front of the public for a long time.

However, here and now, I didn't see the existence of the other party......

Has he been tortured to death?

Or are you not being held here?

The thoughts irritated Charles.

He had actually thought about it before, if he saw the other party smoothly, then he would take him to quickly activate his ability to shuttle and escape.

He was calculating the distance along the way, and although he felt a little reluctant, he should be able to continuously activate his ability from here and escape outside in one go.

However, everything in front of him shattered his simple and straightforward plan.

With a heavy heart, he began to absentmindedly clean up the garbage that existed here with the orcs around him.

Stained blood everywhere, slaves tortured to death, broken organs. Prisoners' feces, pee, and so on......

Even though the hall was large enough, the smell that permeated the room was still disgusting. It's hard to imagine how Morgoth usually endures it.

But at this time, Charles had no time to pay attention to this kind of thing, and as he cleaned, he took the opportunity to take a closer look at the dirty faces of the prisoners here.

No, no, or no......

The faces of the prisoners were as thin as skeletons, their eyes were dull, and they were already numb from the torture.

Charles didn't know who the elves were at Morgoth's disposal, and perhaps any of them were his relatives.

But he obviously didn't have the extra heart to save them by the way.

After a thorough inspection, he took advantage of the overseer to inspect the place, and couldn't help but hide behind a stone pillar and take out the crystal ball he was carrying.

Prophecy magic and related items can be very convenient for him. But being in a dark stronghold, there is a high chance that it will not work.

At least the Charles' previous predictions of Eor's location had been unresponsive.

Moreover, if you rashly use this special power, you may be discovered by the enemy if you are not careful.

After all, the premonition instinct that is prevalent in this world is actually a bit unreasonable.

Therefore, Charles did not use this crystal ball frequently before, and even if it was used, it was used to predict the way and the like, and it would not touch certain existences.

At this point, however, he was going to use it in the enemy's "bedroom......

There was some hesitation, but in such a clueless situation, he had no other choice.

Gritting his teeth, Charles set his eyes on the item in his hand.

The will touched, and the clouds and mist in the crystal rippled up, and then probably because of the place where the incident occurred, this prophecy did not fail.

An image then came to Charles' mind in a special way.

Charles's face changed for a moment, and then he thought about it.

Then he reined in his thoughts, continued to disguise himself, and began to do unfinished business.

And after spending most of the day, he successfully called it a day and left the place with the large army.

The next day, the half-orc with a large head clashed with a passing trolls out of smugness.

After a verbal exchange, the big head was lifted up by the angry trolls and thrown off the abyss drawbridge, and in a miserable howl, he fell to pieces.

The orc friends who learned of this have threatened to take revenge.

As for the humble mushroom picker's fangs, no one cared about it except for a stupid orc who ran out the door every once in a while.