The rain crackled against the wooden roof of the watchtower, the rain curtain was hazy in sight, and the cool wind brought by the wind continued to invade the body, taking away what little warmth was left.

Beleg, a silver-haired elf in a large cloak, stared to the east in front of the tower.

Though there was nothing in the darkness of the night, all the elven garrisons here knew that there was a dark and dangerous valley in that direction—

Nanton Doseb, the valley of the terrible death.

That's where the wicked and greedy Ugolian and her large number of offspring are entrenched.

Being in the heart of Beleriand, the kingdom of Dorias has been war-free for a long time, but that doesn't mean there is no danger.

The evil gods who had joined and parted ways with Morgoth of the North had always entrenched in the dark valley, and it was so empty that its descendants were so restless that they often crawled out of the valley and rushed into the realm of Doriath.

These enemies were the main defense of the silver-haired elf Belrig and his army, fearing that the infinite monster would one day rush out and attack Doriath in an all-out way.

As for Angban, further north, with the presence of the Noldor tribe, they don't pay much attention to it.

The Frontier Army is stationed here, guarding against the shadowy places where monsters often rush out.

Recently, however, for some reason, it has become unusually quiet, as if all the spiders had disappeared!

Some soldiers were happy about this, but as the leader of the garrison, Bellege had a bad feeling.

He couldn't tell where that feeling came from, but he just couldn't keep his mind at peace.

So much so that tonight in the face of the pouring rain, he did not stay in the tent, but climbed the tower here, and watched the direction of the terror valley with the scouts on shift.

"What the hell is it doing?"

Belegg muttered, thinking of the kind of hunger that she had often heard all these years, the screams of terrible and faint terror, and a hint of fear in her heart.

The sun and moon that enveloped the world in the sky originated from the fruit of the Twin Sacred Trees in the Western Continent of Amen, but the Twin Sacred Trees withered by the terrifying spider Ugoliant.

In the era of the starry sky, it even fought the other party in embarrassment after turning against Morgoth, and ran around with its head.

In the face of this kind of existence, even the conceited elves can't maintain a normal heart. Berleg, who has always been humble, is even less likely to be careless.

Wu thought to himself and groaned, and the dark void under the corner of his eyes suddenly flashed with white marks!

This special change in light made Beleg's mind move, and then he hurriedly turned his head to look, only to find that in the vast forest to the southwest of the wasteland at his feet, there was a bright light!

The light bloomed dimly, slowly lighting up the darkness at the end of the sight, because it was so far away that it looked like a huge star was revealed on the earth, but it was like the sun rising in the east in the early morning, silent and magnificent.

It's just that the light was quietly extinguished after blooming for a few seconds, so Belleg, who was in a trance, instantly came back to his senses, and then beckoned the scout beside him, and quickly walked down the watchtower.

That direction was not very close to the border garrison, and even separated by a forest. But also in the territory of Doriath, such a strange scene must have happened, something important must have happened.

He, the head of the garrison, naturally could not remain indifferent.

Returning to the camp, he instructed his lieutenant to keep an eye on the direction of Death Canyon, while Belleg ordered a group of hundreds of soldiers to rush towards the place where the light bloomed.

The torrential rain continued, but it couldn't stop the army from pulling out, and it wasn't long before the Grey Elf soldiers on their way through the forest spotted some monsters that were unlikely to be here.

"Son of Ugoliant?"

"How could they be in Brehill?"

The spiders that sprang out of the forest on a rainy night were scattered and shot by the gray elf archers, and because of the numerical superiority, those terrifying monsters could not get close to the army.

The elves, however, did not feel any light.

The enemy who should have been outside the defensive line has appeared in the Bryhill Forest that they are defending!?

Whatever the motives of the monsters, this would be a dereliction of duty on the part of the Doriath Frontier garrison, and King Singh would be furious if he knew about it.

Not to mention, in case these monsters have caused any important damage......

As a result, some of the military's top brass are worried.

But ordinary soldiers don't think about so many things. One by one, they wore rainproof cloaks, drew their bows and shot the huge spiders that kept scurrying out from the depths of the dark forest, and it was strange that there were elves.

"These monsters seem to be panicking?"

"What's going on over there?"

This situation made all the soldiers very curious and vigilant, and they gathered up the scattered huge spider shadows as they quickly approached in the direction where the monsters came.

Gradually, the sound of the river began to be heard, and it became more and more intense.

More than 100 troops eventually reached the edge of the forest, where the Sindar were located at the crossing of the Tygrin River.

The ferry boat was tightly tethered to the head of the bridge by thick ropes, swaying with the turbulent water, and a few black monster figures lurked in the shallower river, motionless, seemingly dead.

On the other side of the river, on the edge of the same forest, the oak forest, which should have been dense, was now bare, as if it had been swept away by a storm.

Under the rain curtain, a dim and hazy glow of fire bloomed from the root of one of the oak trees. Looking closely, the light of the fire seemed to emerge from a poorly built shed, with some narrow elven shadows inside.

It seemed to be his own, but the silver-haired elf Beleg did not let his guard down, but motioned for the archers to position themselves on the opposite bank, and he took some of his soldiers across the river in a boat.

There were no accidents, but a few motionless spiders in the river made Bellege suspicious.

These monsters, which did not have any wounds on their bodies, were basically stuck in the crevices of the river, otherwise they would have been washed away.

They also get stuck in a strange position, as if they have fallen from a great height, rather than rushing in parallel.

Later, when Beleg arrived on the other side and walked on the dirt surface of the shore, the doubts in his heart were even stronger.

The feet were filled with black, muddy and muddy solids, which seemed to be charcoal burned by fire, brittle, and turned into a puddle of crushed dust when stepped on, and then washed into the mud by the rain.

So, there was once a fire burning here?

But the light didn't look like fire at all, and there was not much damage to the surrounding trees except for the leaves......

Confused, a total of more than a dozen elven soldiers slowly approached the only bright place not far away, and gradually, the figures of the same clan came into view.

Five elves gathered around a campfire in a humble shed, two unconscious and three active.

The unconscious elves, a man and a woman, and a blonde figure sat beside them, their eyes looking at them vigilantly.

The blonde elf looked familiar, Beleg thought, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

But the two Belleges sitting across from the blonde elf were familiar.

It was the soldiers on duty at the ferry, and one of them, a gray-haired elf named Olophil, had even been on duty under him.

So after approaching, Belleg first greeted the blonde elf's jaw, then looked at the bandaged broken wrist of the female elf, frowned and asked the two guarded soldiers, "What's going on here?" ”

The two elves who were questioned glanced at each other, and then looked at the unconscious man in unison, opening their mouths and snorting, looking either awe or shame, as if they didn't know where to start.