"No one knows Shim Rin better than we do."

Staring into the distant rugged hilly terrain shrouded in cold mist, and the silent hill fortress that stood silently in the center of the place, the red-haired Mezlos muttered, as if muttering to himself, but as if to persuade himself.

"As a defensive level, it can save us too much attrition and death, but if we are an attacker, ......"

His face was gloomy, and after a while, Mezlos turned his horse's head.

"On my command, the army marches to Mount Ryliel and waits for the northern magma to be extinguished before acting. Shimrin will ask Morgoth to keep it for us for the time being, we can't afford to make such a fearless sacrifice! ”

"However, the third brother ......" Ku Rufen beside him was anxious when he heard this.

"I'd save him if I had the slightest chance, but—" Mezlos stopped talking, and at last his tone was cold, just the hand that gripped the reins was bruised.

"Let's go, we'll avenge him!"

So the elven army began to march slowly towards a checkpoint in the mountains to the east of Simrin.

It was the place where Fëanor's fourth son, Calanhill, was stationed, and had been attacked before, but had not fallen.

Mezlos prepared to carry out his mission there to prevent the enemy from setting foot on Middle-earth, and decided to wait until the battle of the entire encirclement line became clear.

Reason made the red-haired elf endure the pain of losing his own brother, and chose to preserve his strength to avenge him later, but reason also made him lose a favorable opportunity.

At this time, the charr was wreaking havoc at the stalls of the Simrin Fortress, and when the enemy army was panicking, if they took the opportunity to attack, even if they could not make a single blow, they would have many advantages.

It's just that the two sides are far apart, and it is not convenient to transmit information, and Mezlos does not even know that the Carnir he saw not long ago will be in Simrin at this time.

……

Charles didn't notice any of this, and although Sauron laughed at the red-haired elf's withdrawal, he didn't hear the slightest hint of laughter.

In fact, when Sauron gathered the remnants of the high-ranking to defend against him, he had already recoiled back to the remnants of the elves in the depths of Himrin.

It's not that he has other plans, it's that he doesn't have the "strength"!

The figure that appeared quietly in the shadows not far from the city gate still looked tall and tall, but the drooping hand trembled.

The black blood was still attached to the surface of the sword clenched in the other hand after a special shuttle, and behind it were countless dark beings who had been assassinated.

But it also represents Charles's continuous rush!

He is not a machine after all, even if the enemy stands still and lets him kill, he can't bear the number of them.

What's more, the frequent shuttle gap world has a great loss on him.

"That's the best I can do, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Facing the elves running over, he said hoarse and tiredly: "If the army outside the city can recapture Simrin, I think you will still have a chance to live, but if you ......"

Because he didn't know the specific situation outside, Charles still thought that Mezlos was preparing to attack the city.

"You've helped us so much, we couldn't ask for more."

The black-haired deputy of Kellergun replied, looking at the young face in front of him, his heart was full of mixed emotions, reverence, emotion, and awe......

Eventually, all thoughts shifted to bowing to each other again, as did the other elves around the place.

They were then ready to discuss what to do at this point, whether to wait quietly or something else.

However, at this moment, a calm voice suddenly came from behind them: "Mezlos will not come to save you. He has already chosen to withdraw his troops. ”

With his eyes directly behind the elves, Charles could see who was speaking.

It wasn't a man, or an elf, it was a dog.

A big white dog that came out of the hall in the back!

Staring at the other party's blue dog eyes that looked full of agility, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

The last time he had a confrontation with Celegon, Charles noticed that the big white dog was unusual, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time, just thinking that it was a specially trained hunting dog.

But I didn't expect this dog to be able to speak?

Charles was a little surprised by this, but if he had been interested in inquiring, it was not difficult to find out that this dog was not an ordinary hunting dog, but a divine dog.

Its name was Juan, and its first master was Olomi, one of the Western Veras.

And it has a good reputation in its own right.

It is strong, its special body makes it tireless, and its peculiar soul allows it to understand all the languages of all things.

Before the elves were called to the west by Vera, they had already followed Olomi to live in the dark land of Middle-earth, and they were known as Valinor's divine dogs.

But even if he didn't know this, after the other party spoke, Charles didn't underestimate this big dog as big as a pony, just because the other party spoke slowly and organized.

"But we are not without hope of escape, if my guess is correct."

"What can you do?" Charles asked.

His intention was already obvious: he intended to abandon the besieged soldiers and leave on his own. After all, as he said, there was no other way for him.

If Morgoth's power wasn't here to stare at him, then Charles would have been able to "struggle" a little more. But at this moment, Charles can't do the kind of miracle work.

But at this time, he rekindled his hope, after all, a talking dog will never talk nonsense, right?

"We can try to capture Sauron, and then ask him to open the gates of Shimrin and let us out." The Great White Dog's calm words dashed Charles' rising hopes.

"Are you sure?"

"I obviously don't have a talent for telling jokes." The big white dog's face at this time was full of seriousness like an old cadre.

"I've seen you use your special abilities, and since you can take many of the tools you carry with you, can you take me with you?"

"That's fine, but ......" Seeing that it looked serious, Charles put away the absurdity in his heart, "but even if we were able to raid and capture Sauron, we wouldn't be able to threaten his true safety at all." ”

He was referring to Sauron's ability to give up form at will.

At this time, although the charr can pose many threats to the enemy's various physical bodies, they still have no way to deal with the invisible form.

For many years in the past, he had studied it to some extent, but he never had a clue.

The soul of this world does not seem to be the same as what he knows.

"He did have the option to give up his form, but I don't think he would do that."

Juan the big white dog licked the blood-stained hair on his body as he spoke, and analyzed the posture of a dog: "A strong body is very important to Maia, he can give up his normal form, but he will not necessarily give up what he has now. Not long ago I had smelled him, it was strong, but no less precious. ”

Seeing that Charles frowned and thought about it, it said again: "Besides, as long as I can bite him, then even if he has an ordinary body, he needs to make a careful decision, just because my teeth can hurt his depraved soul that is exposed to his body. ”

When he said this, the big white dog did not show much pride, conceit or even self-confidence, but spoke straightforwardly, as if he was saying something very ordinary and normal.

It's just that the look in Charles' eyes when he looks at it when he hears this is not quite the same.