The sky was overcast and gloomy, and the pungent smell of burning all around was pervasive.

The air was filled with puffs of gray-black soot, and the horses under their crotches were constantly snorting and their limbs were restlessly kicking and moving.

The spirits on horseback looked up and could see more than a dozen wooden stakes standing on the platform a little higher on the side of the towering Sangolo Rim.

Some of the weaker figures in dirty clothes were faintly visible, and the same could be seen as orcs raising their whips and waving them continuously.

A faint wail and a scream wafted in.

Looking up at what was happening in the hazy vision, Charles's face was gloomy.

If it weren't for this sudden incident, Charles would not have approached the gateway of Angban in a short period of time.

And just as he had a hunch in the past, his cheap father had unfortunately become a captive.

Now, he is one of the victims of the mountainside platform!

There was a hidden and angry force wrapped around his fingers, which was the "strength" that he had bred because of everything in front of him.

However, somehow, at the foot of this gloomy and terrifying volcano, the power of the counterattack in his hand was unable to be unleashed.

It's like everything on that platform doesn't exist in his perspective, but just a false image, which doesn't exist and naturally can't be targeted.

But could that really be just an image?

He couldn't help but think of the Ilmu he had met in Gangdorin, and the words that came out of his mouth.

Could it be that this is the picture he is talking about?

Did he know about it?

Faint screams continued to be heard in mid-air, but Charles gradually calmed down.

It's just that as his anger cooled, the power in his hand quietly dissipated.

"Don't be impulsive, Carnir, it's all abnormal." Fengon's voice came from beside him, his tone was calm, but his expression was equally angry.

A group of naked people are constantly suffering from their enemies, not only of the Charr's cheap father, but also of their former compatriots!

The Charles were angry, but why weren't they?

It all happened three days ago, when it was discovered by the patrolling cavalry, and word spread to the fortress.

These days, the enemy did not say anything. But everything they are facing at the moment has to make the elves full of irritability.

It's one thing to know that there are many of your people being captured in Angban, it's another thing to see your people being tortured!

The expressions of the elven cavalry following behind him at this time were eager to kill those executioners.

However, the height made it impossible for the arrows to reach or get them close.

"How did Uncle Fengong save that one back then?" Charles asked.

"Lord Sorondo's help has brought me closer to Sangolojim." Fingon replied, "But it is not the same now, when the sun had just risen, and Morgoth was not accustomed to the light that enveloped the world. ”

Charles didn't say anything when he heard this, just stared at the sky and was silent.

Fingon was secretly a little worried about what this person would do impulsively, after all, this nephew was friendly with the Great Eagle, and he could communicate with the Great Eagle and act without his help at all.

However, Charles's mood at this time was actually different from what Fingon was worried about.

The hazy suffering presence in his sight moved him. But at the end of the day, his feelings for Eol's feelings are guilty, not really his father.

He gradually accepted Arettir of Gondolin as a relative because of his long contact, but he did not know much about Eor.

Of course, he will be angry at what happened to Eol, but he will not lose his cool because of it.

Besides, is all this true?

This mentality, although full of fluke, is enough to make Charles think deeply.

It's just that no matter how much he thinks, he can't make himself completely indifferent.

"I have to do something."

He thought silently,

However, for a while, he didn't know what he could do.

Its own strength is inexplicably unable to play here, so the only choice seems to be to make it up.

It just seems that there are not many enemies in the sky, but without Fingon's reminder, Charles can guess that the place is not simple.

Or rather, if the enemy suddenly sets up such a scenario, if it is simply broken, unless Morgoth is a fool.

"It's a trap, there's no doubt about that."

"But the enemy's purpose is not necessarily just to lay a trap...... He wants to provoke me? ”

Or...... Infuriate the army on the encirclement line ......"

Scanning the many cavalry accompanying him, Charles had a vague guess.

Thoughts flickered, but Charles and some of the elves beside him finally returned to the fortress without the slightest response.

Morgoth wanted to anger the Noldor.

That's obvious.

But what is the purpose of anger?

Lead the army to attack him on its own initiative? Or is there another purpose?

Charles couldn't guess what the enemy was thinking, and he was a little upset when he saw it.

However, on the way back, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and then he went headlong into the forge chamber in the fortress, and began to test whether his whim was feasible.

……

At the same time, what happened at the Angban portal gradually spread throughout the Heslum region.

The encirclement of the Noldor has enveloped Middle-earth for a long time, so that the overall atmosphere of the elves has been full of joy and relaxation over the years.

However, it is precisely because of this that when tragedy occurs, the impact is even stronger.

Within Hezlum, many elves went to look from afar, angry at what was happening on the mountainside.

At the same time, not only Hethlum, but also the rest of the enclosure line discovered everything that happened at the Angban Portal.

Then it aroused the excitement of the crowd.

"Morgoth will only hide in his lair, cowardly as a mouse, and insidiously play such despicable methods!" There are elves who scold.

But no matter how angry they were, the suffering elven captives still appeared on the mountainside of Sangoloyim every day, suffering and screaming terribly.

The enemy only moved his finger slightly, and the effect was like a fire that boiled the calm situation.

In just half a month, the news gradually spread throughout the entire encirclement line and some areas south of the encirclement line.

The anger of the Noldor was ignited.

The topic of waging war was brought up one after another, and it attracted a crowd!

But some far-sighted beings frowned at this.

Isn't that what Morgoth is trying to provoke them?

It's not clear why the Dark Enemy, who has been honest for hundreds of years, would suddenly come up with such an unscrupulous trick, but the wisest choice at this time is to act on the enemy's mind, not according to the enemy's ideas!

So in the face of this increasingly serious conquest, the top of the Noldor was silent.