After dealing with the orc cavalry, and after a long battle with the orc infantry that followed, and finally relying on agility and mobility to wipe out the ugly things, Charles then ran towards the gathering place.

The purpose of this operation was to distract the enemies so that they would not continue their search, otherwise even if they could not detect the attackers, they would most likely encounter the old and weak women and children who were hiding.

Now it seems that the plan went very well, and even exterminated nearly fifty orcs as a result.

Although he was tired and out of breath because of this, Charles was very satisfied with it.

He even thought that after a few rounds like this, he would be able to annihilate all the enemies in the gathering place sooner or later.

However, when he returned to the gathering place, the thoughts that had gathered in his mind suddenly dissipated.

Standing on a hill, the wolf rode at the bottom of his eyes, and Charles didn't know what to say.

The original large number of half-orcs are actually killing each other at this moment?

The situation is even more intense than facing a real enemy!

The starlight swept through the hilly landscape, and at the edge of the creek below, a group of small things that looked black in the night collided and mingled irregularly as if they were a gangster.

Shrill or deep roars mingle to form a disturbing noise, and in the moonlight, the scene of people surging is cold to look at, like boiling black water in a pot.

Fists, axes, hammers, swords...... All the weapons were perfectly functioning at this moment, and every ugly face looked hideous and bloodthirsty, as if it were facing not his own kind, but a long-standing enemy.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Charles would never have imagined that an enemy who was still unified would kill each other to such an extent. And even more so in this situation of "being in the enemy camp".

What he didn't know was that this was mainly because orcs were chaotic by nature, and all kinds of emotional defects could not be suppressed at all. However, in fact, the current situation has a lot to do with Charles's previous actions.

If he hadn't basically killed the cavalry and leaders who could command the orc soldiers here, the situation would have been stopped a long time ago, instead of intensifying.

……

The scuffle continued until the final midnight, when the situation gradually subsided.

The passion passed, and only about a hundred orcs were left to sit on the ground because they were too tired, and there were even wounded people lying on the ground, wailing one after another.

And the reason why they started to fight is estimated to have been forgotten long ago.

The peepers hiding in the shadows looked at each other, feeling that the surprise had come too suddenly.

In the face of these existences, although there are still a lot of them, they have exhausted their physical strength and are injured one by one, how much danger can there be?

So they didn't need Charles's command anything, they looked at each other, directly raised the bow and arrow in their hands, and immediately came out of the hiding place!

Things also went relatively smoothly, except for the repetitive and tiring archery of the bow, there was no other loss at all.

Those orcs were weak in the previous melee, and even if they had bows and arrows, they couldn't even pull them away, and they couldn't catch up with this group of big humans who had rested for a long time.

After a brief resistance, the orcs scattered in panic and fled outside the gathering place.

chased and fled, and the situation was reversed.

Under the continuous pursuit, a large number of orc corpses were left along the way.

Eventually, when the orcs who were at the front had turned into small black dots, the Haradins stopped.

……

Loud cheers rang out from the edge of the gathering and loomed into the depths of the place.

In an inconspicuous cave in the hilly area, a group of old and weak women and children of no more than 100 people hid inside, looking nervous.

After hearing the sound, some dared people poked their heads out of the cave to take a look, only to find some half-orc corpses scattered along the roadside.

She turned back and told her what she had discovered, and after a while, a group of people cautiously walked out of the cave, ready to go outside to investigate the situation.

They happened to come across the Haradin warriors who were hurrying to find them, and they immediately learned of the fact that their homes had been retaken.

And then the joy and cheer bloomed again, and the voice was full of excitement and excitement, and everyone hugged each other and those around them, laughing, and jumping with excited expressions.

Gradually, however, the sound of mournful weeping replaced the joyful emotion.

The cry was faint at first, but it didn't take long for it to spread to the majority of the population.

This is not a cry of joy, but a real sorrow.

As far as the eye can see, the surrounding environment was originally neat and beautiful, but at the moment it was trampled on a lot of chaos.

The houses that were not exquisite, but very cozy, were now in ruins, and many of them were set on fire, and now smoke was billowing out in the night.

The clear stream in the central depression of the gathering place was also filled with the color of blood at this time. It was formed by the blood in the bodies of their clansmen and even their relatives flowing down the slope.

However, no one can forget that those who have died may have hugged and laughed or greeted them with affection not so long ago.

In this situation, who can be happy?

……

The war was over for the time being, and the eyes of the surrounding Haradins looking at the Charles were full of admiration and adoration, and it was obvious that an elven boy had become a great hero here.

It's just that the atmosphere around is too low. Except for the subconscious grin at the beginning of the victory, Charles also fell silent.

It stands to reason that he fought a beautiful counterattack, but at this moment, everything in front of him is gone, and he is full of excitement.

Instead of disturbing the poor bereaved people and acquaintances, he turned away from the crowd and ran alone to a high hill to look out at the surroundings, lest any orc take advantage of it and snap his rifle back—though he didn't think it was possible.

The cry below was loud and piercing, but it slowly waned and finally disappeared completely, and after a long period of silence, someone ran up to find Charr.

Brown-haired and cape-shirted, with a black axe made by orcs at his waist.

The great man, Hatok, was the most courageous of the Haradin warriors, having previously shot more than twenty orcs to death.

Now he behaves like a helpless little girl.

"What should we do?" After climbing to the top of the hill, he asked.

Charles glanced down at him, didn't say any words of comfort, but said directly: "Arrange for people to gather all the necessary supplies, including food and horses, and then gather together and be ready to evacuate at any time." We need to wait, but we must also keep ourselves safe. When Hana returns with the Northern Elven army, it's time for us to counterattack and come to the aid of the big army. ”

"Will the elves help?" The hoarse voice was apprehensive.

Despite being an elven in front of him, he grew up among the Haradins and didn't seem to be in touch with other elves.

"Yes." The boy replied in the affirmative.

Although he didn't have in-depth contact, he didn't hear the cheap old lady mention the grievances between the Noldor and Morgoth.

Now that Morgoth's minions were wreaking havoc inside the encirclement, and they were so caught off guard, it was impossible for the Noldor elves to be indifferent to this.

However, if it is a Sindar elf from Middle-earth, then it is not necessarily. According to the Charles, the Sindar are less active towards their northern enemies, although they are equally hostile.

Of course, this knowledge did not come from Arityr, and although the cheap old mother knew a lot, he had only been in contact for a short time after all.

The Charles had heard about these things from a passing dwarf a few years ago. It was also known that there was an army under the command of the Noldor royal family stationed in the north of the Haradin.

So he's very confident in bringing in reinforcements, but there's no need to mention them to others. In fact, there was no need for him to say anything.

The young man's calm words made the brave Haradin warrior subconsciously think of the various performances of the person in front of him, so his nervousness quickly calmed down.

But he still couldn't help but say, "If time permits, shouldn't we restrain the corpses of our clansmen?" ”

Charles was silent for a moment, and then replied, "Then act collectively after the supplies are ready, but it's best not to be too far away from each other." ”

"Okay!"

The big man nodded hurriedly when he heard this, and then ran down.

Seeing his back disappear into the night, Charles retracted his gaze and stood quietly on a high vantage point overlooking his surroundings.

His face was calm, and the moonlight shone on his long neat black hair, with a faint reflection.

Elven eyesight is enough for him to monitor his surroundings at night in an inconsequential manner.

In fact, the elves have lived in this vast land for thousands of years before the sun and moon in Middle-earth, awakening from the glimmer of the stars and surviving and thriving in the glimmer.

Light gives them hope, but it doesn't affect their natural instincts.

However, Charles was not long in being called out of the place, and a young hunter took his place.

Hurriedly following the messenger in the direction of the gathering place, a group of Haradins who were carrying corpses from all directions came into view.

Their expressions were heavy and sad, but they were not slow at all.

Under this silent toil, corpse after corpse was constantly placed on a relatively flat grass, surrounded by the light of torches.

Charles glanced at it, and two familiar figures came into view.

A short and thin girl, no more than two or three years old, and a young woman with a slightly plump body.

The girl sat there with a blank expression, while the young woman beside her lay motionless beside her.

It was Hardor, and her two-year-old daughter, Hareth.

She didn't see her husband, nor her eldest son, but she didn't need to think about it at all.

Because of the kind neighbor who was his age and who had always called him a little little for many years, the flower of life had now passed away with the wind.

Walking in a little bit, a keen eye can see the dead eyes.

Although the orc aesthetic is different, she has not been subjected to embarrassing humiliation, but there are still a large number of blood-red wounds on her body, which have long since congealed with her clothes.

Looking at her, looking at her young and pale face, remembering a farewell not long ago, she also jokingly said that when she came back to visit, she must pay attention to the time, don't wait for her to come back and she will not be recognized......

Slowly approaching, Charles opened his mouth, a throbbing in his heart that grew and grew, making him raise his hand to cover his heart, but he couldn't suppress the special feeling.

In fact, it's not just because of the stirring of emotions in the heart, but also because of a unique force.

A strange and familiar force......

Gritting his teeth, Charles finally did not step forward, but suddenly turned around and ran in the opposite direction!

The men who were following him hurriedly followed, and then saw him running quickly in front of an empty fenced courtyard gate at the edge of the gathering place.

The probe pumped his quiver behind his back, and suddenly shot an arrow at the target tied to the stake!

The arrow broke through the air like lightning, and with a bang, it directly shot the rough rope off.

The gray-black wolf that was chained there seemed to be motivated by this, and when it was unrestrained, it rushed towards the place where Charles was!

However, as before, the young elf still just turned sideways and turned over with his hand, and straddled it sensitively.

The wolf that was ridden grinned a little, but his body did not pause in the slightest, but under the control of the rider, he suddenly rushed towards the south of the gathering place!