"Morgoth has been besieged by us for three hundred years, and not every attack has been fought back by us. After the Battle of Eredluin, he no longer has the strength to attack us again! ”

A loud voice rang out from the open space inside the fortress, causing Charles to look in the direction of the sound as he had just come out of the forge room.

Then he saw a crowd of elves gathered together, and a speaker with a flushed face.

"That's why he deliberately provoked us, I have to say, he succeeded, but it also exposed his timidity, the fact that he could not attack us again. Brothers and sisters, he is afraid! Can't you see? ”

"So it's clearly a trap, he just wants to provoke us to attack and weaken our army."

"But it's also an opportunity! Are we afraid of death? Are we just here to watch! Where will our people suffer the cruel torment? As long as we can ....... ”

……

After looking at it, Charles turned back and ignored it, and hurried towards the main castle with a handle box in his hand.

Along the way, the elven soldiers were all talking about what was happening at the Angban portal.

Although more than half a month has passed, it seems that this place is not quiet because of time, but has a tendency to intensify.

Do they really think they can defeat the enemy, or is someone secretly stirring up?

Unconsciously, this thought crossed Charles's mind.

Maybe it's both.

He said in his heart.

But either way, it didn't matter to him, this place was not his territory, and he couldn't control the current direction of the wind here.

He didn't even bother to think about it now, and the enemy had no way to come up with such a plan for a specific purpose. Because at this time, he was thinking about whether this thing in his hand could suppress the enemy's arrogance......

Looking down at the sealed box in his hand, Charles pursed his lips,

Entering the main fort of the fortress, where the head of the place, Fingon, was discussing something with the officers, Charles did not rush in to disturb him.

But looking at the angry expressions and the depressed atmosphere, it was clear that they were also talking about it.

"We can't do nothing!"

It didn't take long for the meeting to end, and an officer passing by the door had an annoyed voice.

"But we couldn't have broken into Angban alone, otherwise we would have done it a long time ago."

"That's why I contacted Doriath......"

……

"It's really getting worse." Seeing Charles walk in, Fengon, who was sitting at the end of the hall, complained to him, "Did you hear that they wanted to encourage my father to go to Dorias to find an alliance with Singar?" Vera is on top, and they think this covenant is what we want to conclude? Isn't that Singar's problem? ”

"Maybe they can't take it anymore, so they give random opinions." Charles smiled.

Although many days had passed, the scene he had seen that day still lingered in his mind, and he felt depressed every time he thought about it.

And as a sensitive, emotionally sensitive race, it is normal for the elves to be angry and even mad when they keep seeing that cruel scene happen.

It's surprising to be indifferent to it.

"I understand their emotions, I'm even angrier than they are, but what can we do? The enemy is cowering in the ground and can't come out, and we don't even have a target to vent...... Damn Morgoth, it's hard to believe that he was once a Vera!? ”

"That's why I'm here to give you a way to vent."

"What is this?"

Seeing him put the box in his hand on the table in front of him, Fengong was curious.

Since this nephew came back half a month ago, he has been sitting next to the blacksmith's furnace and making something.

At first, he often visited, but when he saw that he never stopped, he finally ignored it.

Now is this the result?

Charles didn't answer, but opened the chest, revealing a strangely shaped metal object inlaid with many sapphires.

He then whispered something to Fengon, and the other man opened his mouth and looked at him in amazement.

"This ...... Can it be done? ”

……

"Louder, yes, louder, damn elf, are you disgusted with my lack of strength!"

The shrill shouting was accompanied by the whipping, causing the dirty prisoners tied to the stakes to groan numbly.

After the last lash, he even shrugged his head and fainted, making no sound no matter how the dwarf orc in front of him shook.

"Mirko is up again, he really doesn't resist, he's dead!"

The short executioner grumbled loudly, and turned to look at his approaching companion, who was gesturing back and forth at the captives with a soldering iron.

"Maybe you can get some resistance next time, lest the Governor say I'm too fierce."

"But I think it's harder to deal with Lord Sauron than it is for you to gather some strength."

The hoarse voice replied, and as the soldering iron in his hand fell, a wail of pain rang out, causing the excited jumper to jump to his feet.

Then he bared his teeth at his complaining companion: "If you delay your master's plan because of this, I won't help you hide it." ”

These words caused the short executioner to shrink his head, and then wondered, "What is the master's plan?" Do you just keep telling us to fight elves? ”

"That's not what you should ask." The other party said faintly.

But seeing this guy looking at him with curiosity, he couldn't help but mention it.

"See that one?"

The short man turned his head to see a black-haired prisoner.

The orc, who had also been abused, but had been executed, had behaved much more carefully than he was, and even a little cautious.

"The thief who stole the master's treasure?"

"He's not just a thief." His companion replied, "His son is a king." ”

"The king who mingled with the dwarves?" When the executioner heard this, he thought of the failed operation a few years ago, and couldn't help asking, "Is that the one?" ”

"That's right."

"But what does this have to do with the master's plan?"

"I don't understand either." The other party muttered, "I heard that he has a high prestige among their clan? Maybe it's going to disgrace him. ”

"So the master is just to disgrace that king?"

"Probably...... Maybe you want to provoke him? Or to attract our territory? ”

Chattering rang out from the misty mountainside, drawing the attention of the other executioners, but after a strange whine of wind, they all shrank their heads and went on with their work.

The terrible screams were heard by a dark force, so that some small black dots around below kept moving, and seemed to be full of rage.

This has been going on for almost a month, and they have been taking turns to torture for so long.

But that didn't hurt it, as it was a pleasure for them to be here and torture prisoners compared to training underground.

However, just as these orcs were working in high spirits, a strange voice suddenly came!

The sound seemed to appear not far away, crisp and loud, but at first the group of orcs did not notice the existence of outsiders around, so they felt that they might have heard it wrong.

Then, just as they were quiet, they heard the next sentence clearly.

"Filthy underground rats can only play tricks and schemes that are not on the table, and for hundreds of years Morgoth's stinky rats have not even had the guts to show their faces, but only hide and direct a group of slaves blinded by him to help him deal with us. However, the fact that such a cowering leader can be followed so much shows that neither the Oaks nor the fallen are in their right minds......"

The disdainful voice carried a force that pierced through the obstacles, piercing the air and sending it high into the air, leaving the orcs stunned.

And this sound is actually more than that, it comes from some magical and constantly superimposed beings, and the divergent sound cannot be stopped even by rocks!

So much so that the scolding spread far and wide, radiating through the gates of Angban, deep into the ground, where many orcs and evil beings could hear it.

So the little half of Angban was suddenly quiet.