The sudden sound of the birth made the atmosphere in the cabin somewhat silent, but at this time, the ferry guard team in the heart of the continent did not classify the sound as dangerous.

In fact, less than ten kilometers from here is the Doriath border, and Sinda's army is stationed not far from the other side of the river. Unless one is guilty of persecution paranoia, no one thinks that there is danger here.

"I'll go outside and see maybe there's lightning striking the tree, and if that's the case, we'll have to move as soon as possible, lest the house be crushed."

Amros, who had been singing before, stood up from the campfire, patted his buttocks, and struggled to open the wind-struck wooden door and move out.

No one stood in his way, not even Finrod at this time to associate the humble noise with the prophecy of their trip.

That would be too paranoid.

It's just that Amros, who went out, didn't make any noise for a long time, and he didn't return, so he had to be dignified.

Looking sideways, the young nephew next to him, who was still an adult, was turning his head to look at the glass window not far away, and after Finrod's eyes followed, he didn't see anything unusual outside the window.

Although the elves have excellent eyesight, they are unable to see in a completely dark environment, not to mention the fact that the light of the fire inside the house contrasts with the darkness outside, which makes it even more difficult for the elves to see things clearly.

It's just that at this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly flickered, making the outside world suddenly like a piece of day, and also letting a terrifying shadow shine in.

It was a huge black figure, most of its body was submerged in the rainy night, and the exposed skin was covered with black thorns, and the slender legs were wrapped with white velvet threads, which made all the elves in the room startled, and Sinda thought about it, and then shouted, "Oh no, it's weaving a web!" ”

At the same time as the sound appeared, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air, and under the still bright light of the campfire, a pitch-black arrow was seen to flash in the sight of all the elves.

With the inconspicuous sound of breaking wood, a hoarse scream was heard outside, followed by a faint sound of a body falling to the ground.

It was a black-haired boy elf who had been quiet since he arrived, and the Sindar elves around him actually had a good sense of him.

Serene and polite, although a little silent, the pleasing appearance and the bright and gentle eyes made them feel comfortable every time they glanced at him.

It's just that he didn't want to react the fastest, but it was this underage little guy who looked quiet.

But at this time, no elf was thinking deeply about this, and no one was in the mood to praise anything.

Because with the sound of falling, continuous hoarse screams suddenly sounded continuously from outside, as if a group of monsters lurking in the shadows were startled.

At the same time, the door of the wooden house was slammed open, and with the fierce wind pouring in, a bruised figure staggered to the ground, groaning and roaring, and its body could not move.

"Amros!"

Seeing this, an elf who usually had a good idea couldn't help but be anxious, and he immediately ran in the direction of the door, but his footsteps suddenly stopped when he reached the place. The face with his back to everyone turned pale in an instant.

The pouring rain and the wind poured down on the earth, but it also brought the light of some filthy presence to the fore.

Lightning and thunder shone brightly, and as far as the eye could see, under the oak tree where the tree house was located, dense large-bellied spiders were gathering and surrounding this place, and when they looked down, their hideous and shaking mouthparts came into view!

On the trunk of the tree, several terrifying black spiders are crawling towards the treehouse!

This scene really frightened him, but at this moment, the doorway elf suddenly felt a gust of evil wind hit the sky above the door.

But before he could dodge, there was a sudden snort above his head, and then a huge black shadow fell quickly in front of him, knocking down several tree-climbing spiders below.

Hoarse screams followed by shouts behind him, and the long, dark-brown-haired elf woke up from a dream, and slammed the door shut.

"It's the sons of Ugoliant of Nandon Potseb, a group!" He leaned his back against the doorway, trembling and reporting to the gray-haired captain. "We are surrounded!"

These words made the elves in the room, who were already prepared for some kind of preparation, completely lose their luck mentality, and the Sindah began to talk in a low voice, and their voices could not hide a panic in their hearts.

Although they are generally very old, they have rarely experienced wars and hardships since their birth, and their psychological quality cannot be said to be strong.

"Looks like there's the danger."

A still-steady voice came from beside him, and Charles, who was holding a bow and arrow, turned his head to see that the blonde Finrod had drawn a long sword from his waist.

He faced Charles's somewhat strange gaze and opened his mouth to explain.

"I'm better at using swords and shields than bows and arrows, but unfortunately the shield is on horseback, so it's too late to take it now."

The Charr actually knew this, in fact, not only Finrod, but the entire Noldor tribe generally preferred hand-to-hand combat, and they even had a nickname called the Sword Elf.

It's just, this jet black, this one is really ready to fight with those monsters outside?

Without much thought, he reached out and shook it in his back, then choked and pulled out a glowing sword and handed it to Finrod.

It was one of the two swords he carried with him, the gift of Nahir from the Dwarven King.

Finrod happily took the sword, and the one-handed swordsman turned into a two-handed sword, and then took a few steps forward, blocking the elves behind him.

While they were communicating, the surrounding Sindar elves did not wait, and they decided to release a few crows from the cage to seek support.

Although it is raining heavily at this time, this is always a little hope.

Unfortunately, their hope for such an act was slim and faint, and even the quacking bird had just flown out of the window when it was shot down by the heavy rain, and then suddenly swallowed by a hideous spider shadow.

There was no noise outside except for the sound of a torrential rain, and the enemy seemed to be brewing something, which also made the elves who had drawn their weapons inside the house even more vigilant.

But it didn't take long for them to know what the other party was up to.

"Hand over those two alien elves, and I'll let you go."

It seemed that the hoarse Sinda language came from all directions, causing the elves in the room to look at the two figures standing here one after the other.

"We will not turn our backs on our compatriots, let alone believe the provocative words of the enemy." The black-haired female elf in the blue dress said this very simply.

Several people next to him nodded at the same time.

These words made Finrod tighten his swords tightly.

Charles turned to the other and asked, "Do you want to know where this sound came from?" ”

Although it was not known why he mentioned this, the female elf still replied with certainty, "Yes! ”

Charles nodded, then bent over, the arrow in his hand suddenly reversed and pointed upward, and then his fingers loosened, "Poof——! ”

The roof was torn open, and a hole was made, and the sound was accompanied by screams and screams. However, when Charles's swift other arrow pierced through, it was clearly missed.

Immediately afterward, there was a commotion outside, followed by a large number of sneaky "footsteps" approaching the place at a rapid pace.