Summer is not over yet, but the summit of a mountain in the north of Gondolin is already bleak.

The yellow leaves of the tree fell off the branches of the banyan tree with the cold wind blowing from the north, and finally landed on the surface of a newly built sarcophagus under the shade of the tree.

The surface of the sarcophagus is carved with the appearance of an elf with a stern face, the shape is realistic and lifelike, but the whole is gray because of the material.

Only the sword he held in both hands was very vivid, shimmering blue in the sunlight.

Turgon, who was dressed in white and had black hair, was standing in front of the sarcophagus at this time, staring at the few gaps on the sword's body in a daze.

Not far away was a group of nobles of the lord of Gondolin, each of whom was also staring at the sarcophagus standing on the top of the mountain, but as if they wanted to give the king a quiet environment, they did not step forward.

When the north wind blows, the surroundings are quiet, except for a few branches of banyan trees on the top of the mountain here, swaying in the wind, making a faint rustling sound.

Soon after, the blonde and barefoot Izor arrived.

Her steps were slight, but Turgong was still aware of this, so he said without looking back, "Is your aunt settled?" ”

"My aunt has fallen asleep, and she needs a good rest." Izir replied softly, her eyes scanning the sarcophagus beneath the dense branches of the banyan tree, and a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes.

"Grandfather, why should he be so impulsive? There is hope for survival. ”

The High King Fen Guoyu challenged Morgoth and died, but he also wounded the great enemy of the north into a cripple, which was destined to be an uplifting event if it were not for the life of a king, but now only tragedy remains.

"Because your grandfather didn't want to wait passively for that hope to appear, and he didn't want to watch his people die and do nothing himself.

Turgon said in a complicated tone.

"Your grandfather wants to use his own strength to spell out a hope, a slim hope, for my people...... He has failed, but the enemy has also tasted the scorching wrath of my Noldor, and as long as our people are not dead, this anger will never be quenched. ”

As he spoke, he bowed to the sarcophagus, then turned to look at his daughter.

"How's that with what I've commanded?"

"The people have set out for the port of Faras, but ......," Ishel frowned.

"I don't think this matter is destined to come to fruition, Osi, who is in charge of the sea storms, has always loved Farmare, but the incident that my people once committed ......"

After the war broke out again, Turgon, sensing that the situation was not good, decided to send the elves to the sea to the western continent of Amen for help.

"Even if it's slim, that's a hope." Turgong smiled when he heard this: "If you don't do it, how will you know if the irascible Ossi will just take a nap?" ”

He looked like he was laughing, but his voice was a little low, and he clearly didn't have much hope.

Seeing this, Ishel was silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Are we really unable to resist those winged dragons?" Can't even the eagles of Thorondo fight it? ”

"Lord Thorondo has helped us a lot, and he even promised that Gondorin would not be disturbed by the dragons, but more...... Remember, Itariel, that after leaving the West, we are no longer the Eldar we once were. ”

"Maybe Garnier will have a way to ......"

"Carnier is full of creativity, but how much time do we have?"

Turgong sighed, turned his head to look at the west that had returned at dusk, and after a moment of confusion, he suddenly said, "I intend to pass on the throne of Gondolin to you, are you ready?" ”

The meaning of this was clear, and Igr was a little flustered when he heard this.

"Are you going to Heslum?"

"Your uncle died bravely, and now your grandfather has been defeated and died, and the throne of the supreme king has been lowered to me, so I naturally need to go to the post." Turgong said lightly.

"But there is ...... now"

"It's my responsibility and it's my obligation. As long as there is a person in Hethlum, I cannot ignore it. Turgong said: "Besides, the war of Heslum continues, as the supreme king, how can I hide in the Gondorin and cower?" ”

The blonde opened her mouth when she heard this, but she didn't say anything.

After a long silence, she said, "I suggest you summon your cousin here." ”

"Linton and Gondolin are far apart, and your cousin can't give up Linton and join Gondolin, let alone go from two places."

"But I'm not fit to be a king."

"Since you arrived in Middle-earth, you have been by my side to assist in handling government affairs, you have wisdom, and sometimes you can see farther than me, how can you be uncomfortable?"

"As you know, there has never been a woman on the throne in Elda......"

Looking at his worried and hesitant daughter in front of him, Turgong suddenly laughed, then took off the crown on his head with both hands, and spoke solemnly and high-pitched.

"Then now, Itariel, daughter of Turgon, will be the first!"

With that, he solemnly placed the crown in his hand on the top of Izar's head.

The announcement was loud and loud throughout the peaks here, with the autumn breeze blowing, the branches swaying, and the ethereal sound of eagles faintly overhead.

Under the blue-gray cloud-covered sky, the blonde elf wearing a garnet crown stood on the top of the mountain, the hem of the long white skirt fluttering in the wind, and the nobles of Gondolin who came up bowed to him.

……

In the dark and dense forest, more than a dozen orcs armed with short axes and long swords cautiously hurried their way.

The rugged woodland beneath their feet and the many hard roots hidden beneath the thick foliage made it difficult for them to walk, and they even tripped over the roots occasionally, causing the orcs to murmur and curse.

It's just that they don't make a lot of noise.

The howling sound from the depths of the forest was faintly audible, and there seemed to be nothing unusual around them, but the orcs acted very carefully, as if they were afraid of waking some of the fierce beasts in the forest with their loud movements.

Whatever they were, however, a pair of eyes in the shadows had already fixed their eyes on them, and had been observing them for a long time.

So, as the group of orcs marched into the shade of a tree somewhere in the forest, a covert attack suddenly came from the dense shade overhead!

The attack that came quietly was very sudden, and it directly shot one of the one-eyed half-orcs in the half-orc team on the spot!

The short screams caused the orcs to turn back, and when they found their kind dead, they turned angry and searched all around.

However, no matter how much they searched, they could not find the attacker who had quietly disappeared.

The orcs are restless about this.

This is the fourth time they have attrition!

The enemy seems to have only one, but in the face of more than ten times the number of targets, it is like a hidden and patient poisonous snake, and the interval between each attack is not short, so that they are unable to guard against it, and at the same time, they immediately shift their positions after one blow.

So much so that the orcs couldn't catch each other at all.

"Mirkor, let the dragon army burn these green elves!" I don't know how many times the annoyed curse has appeared, but it can't stop the repeated attack.

As long as they keep on their way, the silent attack will appear at some point and damage them.

The enemy seems to be watching them at all times, and at the same time full of patience.

In many cases, they even thought that the enemy had completely left, only to be forced to reduce their strength in the next moment.

Even the number of their original twenty has been declining sharply, 17, 13, 9, 6......

Eventually, when a glimmer of dawn appeared above the deep woodland, there were only three orcs left!

They were forced to hide in a hole in a tree slope and not dare to show their heads again!

In fact, they had come with a large army, but the thousands of troops had not yet crossed the first river of the fence before they were swept away by the raging waters.

They were lucky enough to survive, and had been waiting on the shore for the other survivors to converge, but they were accidentally lured into the forest.

And this entry, it's a little unstoppable.

"It must be the Wizard King who has cast a spell in this forest, and I feel more and more powerless."

"Why are we here?"

The remaining three half-orcs were horrified by the slaughter, but it was difficult to stop death from coming.

Eventually, they finally escaped after they were hungry and couldn't bear it, only to die one after another from the hidden arrows in the forest.

……

The forests of the Seven Rivers are vast and dense, familiar to the local Nando elves, but they are clearly a natural labyrinth for newcomers.

The land is sparsely populated, deep and vast, and there are no iconic locations......

In this case, without the guidance of the local elves, even a large army could get lost in the forest.

Especially after Charles passed on the spell that came from Queen Doriath, the chances of getting lost were even higher-

Although the spell that is not too difficult for the Charr is tantamount to a book from heaven in the eyes of ordinary elves, there are still many gifted elves who can cast their fur.

After the initial panic, the panic of the Nando elves about the dark invasion quietly disappeared.

Living in the forest all year round, they have long developed a good skill of running and hiding on tree branches, plus all kinds of strange equipment rations......

It is not necessarily the case to kill enemies in other landscapes, but in the forest, the Nando seem to be at ease.

Some elves even have complete free time to leave the battlefield for a while, fill their stomachs and run back to continue!

Although the orcs have been trained in the north for a long time, their natural physique makes it difficult for them to march covertly, and at the same time, the geographical factors, the covert combat and guerrilla ability of the Nando elves make them suffer enough.

So much so that during this time, the many evil armies from the north basically did not make any waves, and quietly lost all their sounds.

Of course, in addition to the many beneficial characteristics, there is another element that is very important - and that is the seven rivers within the territory.

A rumor that has been circulating for a long time in Nando and even among the entire elven clan is that the seven rivers originating in the eastern blue mountain range are attached to the power of Wu Oumu, the lord of the waters, and silently protect the green elves of the seven rivers.

This rumor has been circulating for a long time, before the Charr arrived.

In the past, Charles did not pay attention to this, but when the war really spread to the territory, he suddenly realized that this rumor was not groundless......

Just silently raised a sense of gratitude and respect, but his attention at this time was not on the seven rivers.

Instead, he was looking down at some of the images of his cheap grandfather taking on Morgoth alone.

The initial notification was very brief, but as time passed, a piece of news came that made him stunned-

The great enemy of the north, who seemed to him to be very mysterious, was actually cut into a cripple by the Fen Kingdom!

The meaning behind this had to make him think a lot......