"Hurry up, you damn slugs, don't hurry up, so you don't have anything to eat at night!"

The rough shouting of the tall orc overseer caused a group of more than a dozen orcs to speed up their pace, and even began to trot all the way.

They marched from a guard post on the border of Simrin in the direction of Sangolojm in the line of sight, always with orcs dragging and dropping, so that the Overseer's shouts were accompanied by the occasional whipping of leather whips.

The pale sand underfoot, which seemed to have been evaporated and water-stained, was hard to step on, and as far as the eye could see, the endless barren landscape silently revealed what had happened to you.

After the raging lava sea, the originally green savannah called Adegaran has now been called Anfaug Gravel by the elves.

It means suffocating smoke.

However, in this white, dry, ash-filled death zone, Angband was filled with a large number of sentry posts and garrison camps.

After the expulsion of the Noldor Elves, the northern realm here has been completely occupied by evil, so that the sky has long been filled with a thick, deep black cloud.

Dark clouds obscured the erosion of sunlight, which was already deadly for the dark army, and made the place look unusually dark.

"I hate the Overseers, he's always looking for trouble, Mirko forbid, he's so loud that sooner or later the wizarding king of Narrington will target him!"

A small murmur came from his ear, and he looked sideways to see a short, dark-skinned orc rubbing a bloody whip mark on his shoulder.

Just now it accidentally fell and delayed its trip, and was whipped as a result.

"Maybe it would be better for the Wizard King to turn it into a big toad, I've long suspected that the Overseer is a descendant of a toad, you see how much he looks." The other orc whispered.

The fat Overseer was at the back of the line, so they could be more relaxed and talk about intimate topics, otherwise they wouldn't have dared to talk nonsense if the Overseer was on the side.

"It always says that it has the blood of the fire demon, but what it fears the most is fire."

"More timid than me."

……

The whispered buzzing of a bee didn't last long before it attracted the attention of the person concerned, and after the crackling of the whip, the only sound of footsteps and wheezing was silent.

Charles mingled silently among the orcs, constantly observing their changes.

The orcs seem to have gotten smarter than they've seen before......

Because of the vastness of the newly born Great Desert in the north and the many sentry posts, the Charr could not continue to rush on the open side, so they could only hide and move towards the north.

So he disguised himself as a returning orc.

From his past experiences, his disguise didn't take much getting used to being like a normal orc, and he couldn't see any loopholes.

Of course, if the charr used the shuttle ability, it wouldn't have to be so troublesome.

It's just that the use of that ability, although it has become easier with the passage of time, is not without consumption, and for the charr, who is about to infiltrate the enemy camp, unnecessary consumption needs to be avoided as much as possible.

The team headed north, with the aim of returning to Angban to change some equipment and rest the formation.

These low-level orc armies were not qualified to use wolves, and could only run on their legs, so when they stepped through the towering rock gate under Sangolo, they were all panting and exhausted.

Even the Overseer, who had wolves to ride, didn't have to travel on his own, but he couldn't help but whip the orcs with his whip, which was obviously a manual effort.

At this time, the entrance area of Angban was no different from the last time, except that the originally dark square was brighter because the gate was open.

Walking through the black rocky surface of the plaza in front of the gate, the team weaves its way through a massive fortress to the still-blazing Orc Abyss.

Charles didn't rush to action when he arrived, just like a normal orc, to get new equipment, and then listened to the admonitions of the higher-ranking orcs with some orcs for a while.

After being sent back to rest, he quietly came out.

The orcs in Angban as a whole look much thinner, and the war from the outside world is obviously not a small burden for this place, but compared to the elves, they are still very numerous.

Once detached, the Charr swooped down towards the area beneath the Orc Abyss.

He wasn't going to go to the deepest part of Angban right away to find Morgoth, but wanted to achieve another purpose of his trip first.

That's to slay the dragon!

Whether it was his own Seven Rivers or other elven territories in Middle-earth, he was very afraid of the dragons scurrying overhead, mainly because they did not have a complete means of defense and counterattack measures.

Fortunately, there were not many dragons at this time, otherwise they would not have been able to resist at all.

But it was precisely because there were very few dragons, and at most no more than twenty at one time, that Charles had this idea.

The goal of assassinating Morgoth seems to be promising, but if it fails, it would be worth it to wipe out the dragons first.

With this in mind, Charles quietly flew around in the darkness of Angban.

However, for a while, he did not find his goal.

Leaning against the shadow of a hole in an underground area, Charles frowned as he looked at the wolves running among the rocks in front of him.

Unlike the last time he infiltrated, this time he basically relied on his ability to stealth except for blending in and using disguise.

The main reason is that he already has a basic understanding of Angban, and he doesn't need to be as careful as he was last time, so as not to touch the minefield.

However, after a few days of searching Angban, he couldn't find the location of the dragons!

The Shire were fairly aware of the various areas here, but the most suspicious one was the closest to Morgoth Hall, where strange hissing noises were often heard.

The last time Charles investigated this, he found out that it was some nest of vultures living in the underworld, so he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

It was only when the dragon appeared that he wondered if he had been "tricked" into the past.

However, after repeated exploration, he still did not find any dragons from here.

Or rather, he only found a few wingless lizarddragons in one other area, but not a single winged one!

"They can't just come out of nowhere." With this in mind, he couldn't help but look at the place above his head where the rock was obscuring.

Angban is huge, big enough for some birds to fly here, but if it's a dragon......

It felt as if he was in the wrong place, but instead of acting immediately, Charles went into hiding.

As the days passed, he also maintained a half-orc posture, until one night with a thin moonlight revealed, and a faint hissing sound appeared from afar.

The half-orc who was guarding the gate heard the sound, and three small dim black dots were gradually approaching under the gloomy dark clouds, and finally revealed their true appearance.

The dragons, which looked like large birds, did not swoop down, but spread their wings from the sky of Sangolo Om and disappeared from sight at great speed.

The half-orcs guarding the door rolled their eyes when they saw this.

He then caused chaos, faked his death, and managed to sneak behind the mountains outside of Angban.

However, when he stepped on a mountain surrounded by mountains, and looked towards a huge valley below the peak, he couldn't help but be stunned by what he saw.

Sharp hissing erupted, and the figures of winged dragons, large and small, spread all over the mountains, and at a cursory glance, there were hundreds of them!