At night, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and the thin moonlight shrouded the forest.

Burning branches crackled in the campfire, and the smell of burnt flesh gradually permeated the glade.

The smell was so unique that several trolls and a group of orcs sitting around the campfire stared at the meat roasting as it turned, looking greedy.

"Need some spices."

"We don't like spices."

"I think I can add some points."

……

They talked about the food that was actually baked, not paying any attention to the elves tied to the roots of the trees not far behind.

"I strangled me, I have to take the first bite."

An ogre in fat chain mail grunted, and the kitchen knife in his hand sliced off a piece of food and swallowed it in his mouth.

The eyes of the two elves in the captives were bloodshot, but their mouths were bound by strips of cloth at this time, and they could not speak, only whining sounds, which were not even as high as the sound of insects that were rumbling around them.

"But we said that whoever kills the most will eat first!"

The other trolls were very dissatisfied with this, so they also began to fight for it with their knives in hand.

The few half-orcs gathered around could only laugh at this, and the stepmothers generally gathered together to watch the barbecue quickly decrease.

Trolls are a race created by Morgoth out of a twist of clay and sorcery, possessing evil spirits under the control of darkness behind them, making them ferocious and violent by nature.

Coupled with their powerful and powerful bodies, they are simply savage beasts, and they naturally have a higher status than the orcs in Angban, or in other words, the large number of orcs actually belong to the "poor class" in Angban.

"You can only eat leftovers every time." Looking at the five big men vying for each other, a thin, dark-skinned orc muttered under his breath.

"It's better than not having to eat at all."

The other orc next to him answered dryly, but the next moment its eyes widened.

I saw a huge trolls in front of the bonfire, who was originally raising his head and swallowing the hind leg bones in his hand, and the fat head slowly fell off at the neck at this time!

The trolls didn't feel this pain, so much so that it was still uncomfortable with it, its eyes blinked blankly, staring at the roast meat in its hand and the mouth getting farther and farther away, pouting hard to get up and continue eating, but the distance was getting farther and farther away.

In the next moment, it was dark in front of its eyes, and its mind was completely in darkness.

The decapitated trolls had become hazy with their senses of the outside world, but the other members around the campfire were not.

So after seeing the blood splattered from their companion's neck and losing their heads inexplicably, they grabbed the weapons next to them and stood up angrily.

"Who is it? Come out, Og sees you! ”

"I'm going to rip your head off! You damn stinky rat! ”

……

The noise caused some of the vultures that had been surrounding the branches to flap their wings away in a panic, but although the noise was loud, it had no effect on the attackers in the shadows.

And so, in the dim light of the forest, one after another tall and strong trolls were cut off their heads, their hidden blades like the sharpest weapons in the world, ignoring Morgoth's sturdy body made of sorcery and dirt, and each time they struck unhindered.

The five trolls were finally cut off without exception, and black blood gushed from the smooth mirror-like neck of the headless corpse, gradually converging into a pool.

However, they have no pain at all, and at the same time, their vitality is very strong, and some can even open their mouths and curse after their heads and bodies are separated, but this is already the maximum that these monsters can do.

The captives not far away watched all this with great pleasure, and the orcs who had been eager to eat fled in a hurry.

The sound of hurried footsteps faded away through the forest at night, and eventually there was no one left here except for the scruffy-looking elven captives.

A tall figure was thus revealed under the ground in front of the campfire.

He was cloaked in a black cloak, and when he appeared, he kicked open an ugly head with slowly squirming lips at his feet.

After looking down at the campfire, he raised his hand and waved it, and the roast meat roasted on the fire suddenly turned into a piece of sand and fell off to cover the flames, and even the surrounding environment, which was still relatively bright, suddenly dimmed a lot.

Then he looked at the elves not far away.

There was no movement, but the tight restraints on the captives were peeled off one after another, and the faint cold feeling made them feel excited, a little scared, but more still grateful.

"You are His Majesty Garnier of Linton?"

More than a dozen captives stepped forward together, and a female elf with a dirty face and long hair asked cautiously.

With such a magical method, the most obvious thing in her impression is that Linton's mysterious elf king, so although this place is still far away from Linton, she still subconsciously has this guess.

"From this road all the way south, there is hardly any trace of the enemy except for the fleeing orcs, and I suggest you take refuge in Eredluin, or go further afield."

Retracting a short curved knife into the leather sheath covered by the cloak around his waist, Charles spoke.

He often encountered similar situations on the way, so that he stopped and saw a lot of blood on his journey to the north.

"We were going to take refuge in Linton, but we were accidentally targeted...... Thank you for your help and we will be happy to help you if you need it. ”

"I just hope you can take care of yourselves in the future, and there is no other appeal."

Charles smiled at the other, and his eyes looked at two of the dozen or so captives,

It seemed to be a husband and wife, hugging each other at this time, the female elf in the long dress weeping silently, while the male hugged his wife, looking at the several ogre heads by the campfire with a lot of anger.

They were in despair at this time, and thinking about what they had seen before, Charles sighed secretly.

He didn't say anything, he looked sideways along the emotion in his heart, and saw that the originally somewhat dim bonfire suddenly swelled and rose, and under the exclamation of the captives, it finally turned into a short elf figure!

The figure of the flames was at first hazy, with only a bright light blooming in all directions, but as it stepped forward, a child's face slowly emerged.

"Ferrar!?" The couple was both surprised and delighted.

"Father? Mother? The flames rippled, and there was a deep sound like an abyss.

"I, what's wrong with me?"

"You...... Child, we're sorry for you, we're ......"

The crying returned, but the sound became quieter.

While the elves' attention was being diverted, Charles had quietly disappeared.

Reappeared, he was already in the other direction of the forest, and after straddled the back of a gray-white horse, he turned his head to look at where he had been.

The dim glow of the fire came faintly, and they could still see the elves around, and they were delighted by it, but when the flame burned out, the soul would only go where it was supposed to go, and there would be no stop.

This is a tragedy, but it is only one of the many tragedies in Middle-earth at this time, and it is inconspicuous, and no other being knows about it except for the person involved.

After a few silent glances in that direction, he shook his head, then dismounted from his horse's belly and hurried away again towards the north.

Sunrise and sunset, forest wilderness.

As he continued to move forward, gradually, three towering volcanoes that quietly spewed long pillars of black smoke into the sky came into view.