In a dense pine forest, two towering trees, one dark brown and the other white, are slowly moving.

Compared to the pine trees that are common in the surrounding area, these two "trees" are particularly distinct.

So much so that at a glance, Charles recognized them directly.

Ents.

Or ratherd, the shepherd.

So the eagle soaring in the sky swooped down, and landed beside a stream in a clearing not far away, as the two tree men slowly looked up.

"Hello, young Elda." Before the wind smoothed out the few strands of black hair, a familiar voice came from not far away.

Slightly vague in the thick, it sounded recognizable, but he wasn't the one Charles knew.

It seems that the Ents speak like this, and when Charles heard this, he greeted each other politely, "Hello Ente friends, may the trees in your realm be evergreen, and may the trumpets of Olomi blow in the wind and round the branches." ”

His words caused the two "trees" to look at each other, and then they were quite surprised.

Because this is a customary phrase used by the male ents to greet each other, it is rarely known to outsiders except the ents.

"Where are you from?" Another white tree man asked curiously.

She looked like a birch tree, with green branches, a straight torso, and a voice that had a hint of feminine softness, but still seemed heavy.

"Osiriande." Charles said the name of the Land of the Seven Rivers as he lowered the eagle's back.

The eagle then took off and left.

It was eating time, so Charles was in time to talk to the two treemen he had met.

"I know a man named Vladlieve there, so I know a little bit about your customs." He explained what he had just said. And deliberately looked at the behavior of the two trees.

They seem to be...... Husband and wife?

"Vladliv?" The deep-voiced male treeman raised the branch and scratched the thick green leaf head, and then said hesitantly: "I remember that the name of Elda given by the hard bark is Vladlif, is he ...... Love flowers and plants? ”

It seems that this is the one who really knows the strange-tempered tree man.

Charles nodded.

He met the Celebudir family more than ten years ago because of the tree man, and they got along well for a while.

It was only when Charles came up with the potion and spread it that the bark became alienated from him and the Green Elves, along with some of his kind.

And it was rarely encountered after that.

However, those tree people did not leave the land of the Seven Rivers, and he was sure of that, although he didn't have much contact, but he must have known that there was still something.

And although they no longer interact with most of the green elves, they are still friends with many of them who live primitively.

Charles was actually curious about this race, but he was no longer welcome on his own turf, and now that he had met a new pair of Treants, he naturally took time out to talk.

The two also had official Sinda names, one named Fangon and the other Fimbrehill.

Similarly, they also have their own "nicknames", tree whiskers, and twig girls.

Charles thought the two names seemed familiar, but he didn't think much of it.

As Charles had guessed, they were a couple.

Although it may seem absurd for two trees to be married, the long time of the elven life has made the charr accustomed to some of the local customs.

To the east of this place, Treebeard and his wife grew in a highland known as Dosonian, and usually roamed the vast pine forests, but they occasionally left the territory for other places.

At this point, for example, they were preparing to head to the nearby Shadow Mountains.

"I've been annoyed by a swarm of spiders coming to Dosonian lately, and they're always running around in the forest to build their webs. So I was going to visit a friend in the west, and I hadn't seen him in a long time. Treebeard spoke slowly as he walked.

The two Treants made their way down the stream, Charles by their side.

"A spider crawling over the other side of the Terror Mountains?" He asked.

Officially known as the Godalos Mountains, the Terror Mountains are bounded by Dosonian to the north, the Gordon Grove to the west, and the Death Valley called Nandon Potseb to the south, which is rich in spiders.

"It should be, there aren't any spiders that big anywhere else except there." The tree beard replied.

Seeing that Charles was thoughtful, the young branch beside him added, "Before we left, we informed Egnor, Lord of Elda in Dosonian, so I think they should have disappeared by the time we return from our visit." ”

"We also asked the birds to inform a human family to the northeast." "They are a tenacious race that is holding off the evil invasion of the north with your Eldar army, and I am grateful to them. It's just that I don't like cutting down trees all the time. ”

So in fact, Dosonian is an important area on the Angbán line.

The entire enclosure is located on the northern boundary, and straddles the land from east to west.

To the far west is the Shadow Mountains, which firmly protect the area behind them called Heslum, the domain of the Noldor High King Finguo and his son Fengong.

In the center is the hidden kingdom of Gondolin, and further east of Gondolin is the Dosonian Heights, where Finrod's two younger brothers are stationed, and the Beo family, one of the three major human races.

To the east of the encirclement line was guarded by Fëanor's seven sons, and further east it was cut off by the Blue Mountains from north to south.

This line spans a wide area, constituting the military arrangement of the siege of Angban, and also making it rare for the inland hinterland of the rear to be invaded by darkness.

Dosonian was originally the territory of Finrod, but since he founded Nagothrond, he has migrated south with most of his people.

As a result, only his two younger brothers were left to lead the army to garrison this area, and the Beo family, one of the three major human races, also lived in this area.

Before he arrived in Gondolin, Finrod was concerned about one of his younger brothers' love affair with a human woman, one of the elven lords stationed at Dosonian, and a woman of the Beo family.

……

Walking slowly in the beautiful pine forest, listening to the slow sound of the tree people, the unique smell of pine wood lingers on the tip of his nose, and the thriving squirrels here also make him quite interesting.

He even "hooked up" a little gray-haired squirrel and put it on his shoulder. However, after walking with him for a while, the little guy reluctantly said goodbye to him and ran back.

Charles, who originally had the intention of taking it as a pet, regretted it slightly.

At the same time, he also learned some information about the enclosure line from the couple.

The Dosonian Heights are far away from the Angband Gateway, and there are occasional attacks, but most of the time they are peaceful.

Aside from the fact that the Beo family in the far north often fell ill from the vicious smoke wafting from the Angban crater, there was little damage to the population.

The tree whisker and the tender branch girl are the leaders of the Ente tribe here, but the Ente tribe has a peculiar structure, and it doesn't matter if it is the leader, and they are usually busy with their own work, even if the leader leaves here, it is completely unhindered.

It sounded like they were actually on the same route as Charles, but after walking for a while, Charles thought they were walking too slowly

So when Gwyhill had returned from his fill of food and drink, he bid farewell to the two tree men and continued on his way on the great eagle.

The two couples politely waved goodbye to him, and the originally tall figure became smaller and smaller.

The silver moon hung high in the sky at this time, and the shining stars were obscured by drifting dark clouds.

The cold wind was biting in the air, and even though Charles was wearing a thick outfit, he was still chattering with his frozen teeth.

Looking north, across a vast plain of thick green, three towering volcanoes with thick black mist loomed as Sangolo Rom, the entrance to Angban.

Directly to the north, a great enemy lurked, but the Shire's destination was to the west of Dosonian, and gradually swept westward, and gradually, the hazy mountains in the distance became clearer.

His destination was an army camp in the Shadow Mountains, but before Charles could arrive, he suddenly spotted a sneaky group of orcs marching slowly through the plains.

Glancing at the number, Charles thought for a moment, bowed his head and ordered Gwaihir to say a few words.

So the eagle swooped down!