The northern sky was gloomy, and because of the distance, the special color of the large expanse of magma that still covered the northern plains was not visible at this time.

But the Dosonian Heights, which at this time looked like a wide mountain, were now slowly rising and thick smoke was swirling with smoke.

It was a raging fire that was ignited by the war, and although the war was over at this time, the fire of the prairie would not disappear so easily.

The survivors' eyes lifted and stared, and they seemed to be able to see the faces that had been departing in the past two days from the large cloud of smoke.

At this time, the survivors who had escaped from Dosonian were sitting on a flat meadow not very far southwest of the heights, staring at each other, without weeping or mourning, only silence that existed at this time.

A flock of eagles descended from the sky and transported them from the rugged path to the borders of the wasteland called Timbal.

In fact, this is already Doriath's territory, and a little further south is where Doriath's garrison in the north to guard against the spiders is located.

They weren't in a hurry to get too far away, and although they couldn't guess the exact details, it was clear from the fact that there was no movement on the road they had come from, and it was clear that Morgoth had no plans to attack Dorias at the moment, especially from the difficult path.

They were safe now, but even if they knew about it, no one could make them happy.

"Lord Agnor, he's ......" The silence that lasted for a long time was broken with the words.

With blond hair disheveled, helmet thrown at his feet, and smoke and sweat stains on his face, Angelrod, who could no longer see the slightest handsome appearance of the elves, opened his mouth when he heard this, and finally shook his head and said nothing.

Before their numbers had plummeted, Agnor, one of the two lords of Dosonian, was in charge of the Queen's Palace, and there was no news since.

There was no trace of the soldiers under his command.

"Maybe they're stuck in Dosonian for the time being, and there's no chance of coming out. Just like the Fa Silin and them. An elf said.

The people of the palace lost news, but as they continued to retreat, they were divided by the enemy, affected by their injuries, and even scattered in a panic.

In the end, only these elves escaped successfully, but they did not rely on their own strength.

"Even if Agnor survives, he'll probably never be reconciled with us again." Angelode's eyes were full of sadness when he said this, but the corners of his mouth barely pulled out a smile.

"He is deeply in love with Andres, the girl of the Beo family, but the human realm is at the forefront of Dosonian......"

He was tempted to say that his younger brother's decision might also have this reason, but it was useless to say it at the moment, and in the end he just sighed.

Angrod barely mustered his strength to his feet, and then walked over to the young elf who was standing not far away, whispering something to a black-feathered eagle.

Compared with the other elves, the one in front of him did not look so embarrassed, his face was still clean, and his eyes were as bright as stars, not much malaise.

It's just that the remaining elves at this time did not look down on him because of this, but when their eyes swept over this person, they all reciprocated with respect and even gratitude.

"Thank you, Lord Garnir, for calling the Eagle to help us, otherwise it would have been difficult for us to get through that path." Angerod didn't look like an elder at this time, but bowed to the other party.

After a pause, he added, "Thank you also Lord Garnier for all that she has done in this battle, and we will always remember that." ”

"Helping each other is the way it should be, and the encirclement line is about the future of the whole of Middle-earth." The young elf replied, glancing at the group of surviving soldiers behind Angelrod.

"Just because they've lost news doesn't mean they're really gone, Lord Angelrod still needs to have hope."

"Hope has always been in my heart, but even if the worst happens, I believe that our fellow soldiers who died in battle will be able to face the scrutiny of Western Vera, and they will die in honor!"

Angelo replied firmly, then in a slightly low tone.

"We're going to Tolsirion, to find my brother Olodris, I don't know Lord Carnior?"

Torsirian is an island in the pass between the Shadow Mountains and Dosonian, also guarded by Finrod's brother.

"Aren't you going to Doriath?" "This is closer to Doriath, and perhaps King Singh can help with the possible survivors of Dosunian." ”

The mother of Finrod and his siblings was the niece of King Doriassinger, so the other Noldor were not treated by the Grey Elf King, with the exception of Finrod's lineage.

"I'll send my men to Dorias to inform them of the details of this battle, but I don't have much hope that King Singar will help."

Angrod replied, looking fine, but he didn't seem to have any expectations or affection for the elder of his mother's lineage.

Charles didn't ask any more.

The trail, known as Anach, is actually located at the foot of the surrounding mountain range where Gondolin is located, allowing the Shire to summon eagles to help them escape by some special means.

It's just that he can help for a while, but he can't help or take care of it all the time, and Charles has his own things to do.

"I'm going to go to the eastern defense." He answered the other man's question.

"If the battle line there also falls, then I must return to the territory as soon as possible to prepare."

The Land of the Seven Rivers is located in the southeastern corner of the continent, the farthest part of the Elven realm from Angban, and to the north is Shagerian, the human settlement once inhabited by the Charr.

However, it was not a human territory, but the domain of Caranhill, the fourth son of Fëanor.

Therefore, in addition to the seven raging rivers in Shire's territory and the protection brought by distance, the garrison of Karanhil in the north can also be counted as a barrier for him.

Charles needs to go and observe, and if it falls as well, then, as he says, he must return to the Seven Rivers to prepare.

As for the original goal of this trip, he can't care so much about it now.

The sudden outbreak of war is dizzying, and the problems that arise are clearly more important than personal feelings.

During the conversation, he had been silently feeling the changes that had taken place in his own side.

Although Charles did not have much of a substantial impact in this battle, because he felt the presence of countless emotions, he also stimulated his talent to be more active.

It wasn't obvious, but he had a feeling that a change was taking place in the shadows, but it wasn't clear what it was.

In addition to the changes in his own aspects, he actually gained some additional gains in this battle, some information about the great enemy in the north......

There were so many thoughts in his head, but Charles only sighed in the end.

Ascension rooted in countless deaths, while also ascension, obviously does not feel much joy at all.

After a short rest, he said goodbye to the survivors and rode the eagle eastward.

The survivors bowed again in place to the back of the sky, which had rapidly evolved into a small black dot, and then began to hurry again towards the west.