Morgoth had a lot of troops in this battle.

The Shire had actually prepared for the worst.

However, when he arrived at the eastern part of the encirclement line on the eagle, everything he saw was better than he had imagined.

The line of sight in the sky is not specific, but it can see the overall situation clearly.

The cold wind was blowing, his hands were firmly glued to the eagle's back, and his eyes were looking down, everything seemed small and general.

But the battlefield that was still going on was like a boiling black lake, which was very obvious against the surrounding green fields.

At this point, the battle seems to have come to an end, and one side is constantly expelling and chasing the other.

The losing side threw off its armor and kept fleeing towards the north, the formation was scattered, and the overall appearance was not embarrassed.

It was an army of orcs, not elves.

This situation relieved Charles in the air, and then looked at it carefully, and gradually became clear.

The terrain to the east of the encirclement line is also easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it has a very obvious hole called the Margalore Gap.

As the name suggests, this place is an open and flat place sandwiched between two mountainous areas, and is usually garrisoned by Marglor, the second son of Fëanor.

At this time, the orc army that sprang out of the ground below was obviously from there.

Instead, they were confronted by an army of elves led by Mezlos.

Charles could recognize the banner of the army, as he had seen it in Himrad before he came, when the leader of the army, Mezlos, claimed to be fighting the spiders.

At this point, the army appeared to be much stronger than Dosonian's defenders, mainly because they were not confined by the lava sea, and could gallop across the plains at will.

But another reason is actually obvious - most of the main armies in the north are besieging the easy-to-defend and hard-to-attack Himrin!

Looking at the hazy and smoky hills of the north, countless black spots of enemy troops loomed.

Looking down at the one-sided battlefield below, Charles suddenly felt a little strange.

A swarm of spiders from Nanton Dosseb raided Dosonian before the war began, and when Dosonian's army retreated, they took advantage of the fire again.

They weren't clearly marching indiscriminately, but they had known about Morgoth's plans for a long time. That is, those monsters have some connection with the army of the north.

But if that's the case, why don't the spiders contain the current army of elves galloping on the battlefield, but instead go to Dosonian to harass them?

In Charr's opinion, Mezlos' army was stationed in front of Death Valley at the time, and if the spiders really wanted to, they would still be able to contain them for a while.

If this is the case, then there is a good chance that the fleeing enemy army will go deep into Middle-earth and cause more results, rather than be so head-on.

He obviously couldn't guess that the situation at this time was entirely due to the fact that the big spider Ugoriant was in charge of himself.

For various reasons, the terrifying spider did not follow its original trajectory to the east, but stayed in the Valley of Death to reproduce, and under the instigation of the wings brought by someone, it reconnected with Morgoth.

Sensing that Mezlos was running to attack the Valley of Death, Morgoth's original plan was indeed to hope that the spiders would contain the army, but Ugoliant apparently had his own agenda, and did not even carry out the plan.

Due to some sordid events in the past, the relationship between the Great Spider and Morgoth is actually very delicate and cannot be classified as mere allies.

Without thinking much about it, and seeing that there was no major problem in the rear, Charles was not in a hurry to return to his territory, but after thinking for a while, he headed in the direction of Shimrin.

At this time, it is very convenient for him to be in the high altitude, even if he goes deep into the enemy army, he will not be attacked by the enemy at all.

And looking at the north, it seems that the war is not over yet.

Sure enough, when he reached the sky above the central Himrin, surrounded by a large area of uneven hills, the situation did not stop.

But it's almost over.

As far as the eye could see, most of the huge fortress at the top of Simrin had been captured, and the situation of the orcs in the towers of the city wall frowned.

In this case, this place is actually lost.

Only in the deepest part of the fortress was the few remaining elven soldiers who still resisted stubbornly against a gate in the inner fort.

It's just that their resistance is extraordinarily insignificant.

At this time, the enemy army did not actually pay much attention to this, but prepared for the imminent arrival of the Mezlos army to attack the city.

In this case, only a relatively rare group of trolls and orcs, led by a fire demon, still attacked the remnants of the elves.

And looking at the crumbling city gate, it is obvious that the elves will not be able to hold on for long.

The eagle hovered high in the sky for a moment, then suddenly swooped down.

A fire demon noticed this, and a crimson fireball began to brew in his hand.

However, the eagle did not reach the attack range, so it changed direction again and soared away.

The Firedemon withdrew his gaze.

But it couldn't imagine what was actually happening in the middle of nowhere.

Quietly appearing at the top of the inner fortress walls, Charles raised his hand and quickly shot an arrow outward, and then scurried to the stunned gaze of a group of defenders on the wall, and deftly turned and jumped into the back courtyard.

Outside the city gate behind him, there was a sudden loud roar from the place where it was attacked, and it seemed to be the voice of the Fire Demon.

However, the roar appeared very briefly, and when a dull explosion sounded, it stopped abruptly.

So for a moment it became a little quiet outside, and the sound of the battering ram rumbling died down for a while.

"Lord Garnir? How could it be you? A voice of astonishment came.

Looking at it, the officer who commanded a group of soldiers to resist the turmoil at the city gate seemed a little familiar.

After a moment's thought, he realized that this seemed to be the deputy of some annoying guy.

Later, when he saw a large white dog not far away, Charles frowned unconsciously.

That's right, it's that guy from Kellergon.

It seems normal to think about it, before the war broke out a while ago, I heard that this person was sent by his eldest brother to blow the cold wind in Simrin.

It's just that so much has happened in the past two days, and Charles has obviously ignored it.

However, after discovering this, Charles did not turn around and left, not that he was ready to repay his grievances with virtue or worry about the overall situation, the main reason was that Kellergun had been seriously injured and beaten to death at this time.

The attack outside the door was halted by the assassination of one of the Firedemon commanders, and a soldier led Charles into the hall of the inner fort in the rear, and then saw Callegon slumped on a long table with a pale face.

The other party was covered in blood and had several broken arrows stuck in his body, lying there at this time and was awake, but it seemed that he had returned to the light.

When he heard the noise, he turned his head and realized that it was Charles, and coughed.

"You know, I was thinking just now that it was a shame to use a potion invented by the enemy to prolong my life before I died."

Charr didn't respond, but approached, ready to step forward to see how he was hurting.

However, in the face of the approaching Charles, the black-haired Callegon gasped, barely raised his arm, and weakly punched Charles in the stomach, and then laughed miserably.

"I killed so many enemies before I died, and now I have avenged your humiliation, I am lucky that you can come, and I have no regrets!"

With that, his fist hammered into Charles's stomach slashed weakly, and the corners of his mouth smiled, but his gray eyes, which were gradually hollowing, stared silently at the faintly smoky defensive battlefield outside the hall.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.