As the penetrating sound spreads, in the deepest part of Angban's earth, towering black shadows are sitting on a throne and talking to his subordinates, making plans for "development" for the next few decades.

The sound didn't reach the ground, but due to his natural sensitivity, the Shadow still sensed that something wasn't going on that wasn't good for him, and it was right above the gate.

So he sent one of his men up to find out the details.

After a while, the subordinate with the appearance of a vulture hesitated to run back.

"What happened?" A hoarse voice asked.

"This ...... The master ...... "The subordinates hesitated for a while, but they didn't know how to speak." provoked the Demon Shadow to be impatient: "If you don't say anything, you will never speak." ”

The black-haired vulture was startled by these words, and then hurriedly poured out everything he had heard.

"Rats? Timid and cringe? Hearing this, the Demon Shadow snorted, "These ridiculous Noldor have been so short of words for so many years, even scolding seems to make me laugh so much...... Wait, you said all the Orcs above heard that? ”

"That's right, master, and it's not just Oak." The subordinate hurriedly replied.

Silence thus enveloped the gloomy hall, but in a moment the voice of annoyance roared.

"Damn Noldor for using my methods against me?!"

……

"Are you sure this will work, Carnior?"

At the foot of the Gateway Mountain, Fengon, who was riding his horse and looking up, turned his head to look at Charles, who was also riding a horse.

"At least, it's very relieving." Charles said, gesturing to the side, and Fingon saw a happy smile on the face of one of his subordinate who was scolding the street.

"Even if Morgoth can hold back and not move, uncle, you will ask some of your fellow clansmen to come and scold him every once in a while, it will be enough to disturb the enemy's morale."

"It's a way to defeat the enemy." Fengong nodded with a smile, and then couldn't help but look at the cylindrical metal object studded with sapphires in his subordinates' hands.

It's easy to think of, but it's not so easy to implement. At the very least, even if Fingon could figure it out on his own, he wouldn't be able to implement it.

Without him, the simple voices in their mouths can't even penetrate the rocks, and even if they have magic attached, they can only shout a sentence or two before they have no strength.

However, at this time, because of that object, it can amplify normal sound countless times!

Even if the piercing loud shouting could not reach the ears of the great enemy, it was enough for many of his subordinates to hear it clearly, and then spread the news.

And that's exactly what they're about.

Fingon couldn't help but think of Charles's words before.

"Even if Morgoth can hold his breath, he must take into account his deterrent power and image in the hearts of his minions. If we were left to indifferent by insults, it would cause no less commotion than we are facing at this time. ”

"He may be angry and may even take action himself, but I don't think he has been seen in countless wars, so there must be concerns. He is not sure that he will send soldiers against us, which is not in line with his previous plans...... So if it goes well, then everything on the mountainside should be taken back by him......"

……

"Will it go well?" Muttering, Fengong looked up.

The executioners seemed to have been affected by this and did not continue the execution, but other than that, nothing to look forward to happened.

Obviously, the enemy could not react so quickly.

So he waited in silence.

After about a quarter of an hour, there was a sudden rumbling sound from the volcano in front of me, which was dull and violent like an earthquake born from the ground.

At the same time, the black fog that had been slowly rising in the crater suddenly became thick as if it was about to erupt!

This provoked a scolding knight's voice to pause, and then turned to look at Fingon.

"My lord, then Morgoth can't really run out and fight me, right?"

He had just gotten a little carried away, and said something like that if he came out and didn't hide like a coward.

As a result, there was such a movement around the next moment.

"Quite possibly." Fengong said quietly.

Ignoring the mournful cheeks of his subordinates, he narrowed his gaze as he looked at the black smoke spewing frantically from high in the sky, then turned his horse's head and greeted at the same time, "It's time to go, but don't really lure Morgoth out." ”

These words made the surrounding cavalry no longer care about relief, and commanded the horses to follow suit.

It was one thing to hope that Noldor would send troops to break through Angban, but it was another to face the wrath of the enemy with their dozen or so numbers at this moment.

In this situation, even if you are angry again, you will know how to avoid evil.

The erupting volcano shook off the rubble, and the dust on the nearby surface trembled, making it look as if a catastrophe was about to happen.

However, before they could get any far, everything around them suddenly fell silent.

Turning his head, the smoke billowing from the three towering craters gradually subsided, and finally returned to its original appearance.

"It's ...... Wilted? ”

The elf's tentative question caused the rest of the people to look at each other.

Then they saw the executioners escorting the prisoners into view on the mountainside in the distance.

There was no handover for half a day.

The elves watched for a moment, then looked at each other, and finally laughter broke the silence.

One by one, they seemed to have won a battle.

……

As if all the attention had been paid to them before, what had happened at the gates of Angban quickly spread through the Noldor line, Heslum, Dosonian, the Mezlos Line (the Seven Sons of Fëanor), and even the hidden Gondolin line.

To the east of the encirclement line, a certain elf who was arguing with his brother and instigating him to send troops to provoke the enemy in response to this news could not help but be stunned when he heard the news, and then looked at the others, laughed, and never mentioned the matter again.

Some of the elves who were worried that the situation had become uncontrollable also breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the news, and then quietly pushed to spread the news.

The great enemy scolded by the cavalry of Fengong did not dare to show their heads, and even the torture of the prisoners retreated. The incident quickly became known to the entire Noldor Circle.

The Noldors were relieved by this, and it also diluted the anger that had been bred in the past.

As a result, the "yang conspiracy" that lasted for nearly a month was suddenly contained. Everything outside of Angban was back to what it used to be.

Each time the Noldor cavalry passed by on patrol, there was no further provocation to be seen, except for the quiet Angban gates.

Although there is still some discussion about this throughout the Noldor tribe, at least without the active stimulation of the enemy, the situation has eased a lot.

"It's not bad." On the other side of the continent, someone who had been watching spoke after a long silence.

"Is it quiet?"

"It's just going to be delayed." The first voice said, "The flames of anger have been planted, and they can calm down now, but in the end they still inevitably fall into the trap of Mirkor...... I'm actually very interested in the little guy's various R&D results, but unfortunately I can't leave here. ”

"You can inform Ollie that he will be more interested."

"This ...... It's also a good idea. ”

……

"I'm going to make a couple of loudspeakers and put them here. Not only will it be able to deal with the enemy's possible reappearance, but it will also be easier for you to march. ”

Accompanied by Fingon on the fortress streets of the Shadow Mountains, Charles said: "We have formed a tacit understanding with the great enemy for the time being, so my uncle must restrain his subordinates from going to the door to provoke again." Otherwise, he will go out and do whatever it takes, and it will only be our captured people who will suffer. ”

"You don't have to worry about that." Fen Gong said in a firm tone: "Except for the henchmen, I will not let any elves come into contact with your creation, just ......"

As he spoke, he sighed.

"Not being able to see doesn't mean not existing, but we don't have the power to save our people in Angban from suffering."

Fingon's words silenced Charles.

It's true that you can't see it on the surface, but can't this kind of thing happen in the dark?

At the same time, the enemy's operation was scolded back by him with a little cleverness, so what about next time?

With those captives in hand, it will only be the elves who are passive.

This incident reminded the elves of the situation facing them at the moment, and it also reminded Charles of the difficulties that Eor was facing.

He couldn't help but look at his hand.

Under the sun, these hands were slender and white, without any calluses, and it was impossible to tell that they were a craftsman's hand.

Instead, it's like a pampered sissy.

However, this seemed to be his only hope of rescuing Éor......