A sudden scream came from the depths of the enslaver's cellar, and it was full of fear, causing some of the guards here to shiver inexplicably.

"The master is angry."

"Surely, hapless long-toe, bumped into ...... at this time"

They whispered, but they didn't dare to look at the deep cavern behind them, but stood honestly in the doorway, carrying out their respective doorway tasks.

Sauron, the head of the Enslaver's Cellar, had returned in a hurry not long ago, and although he hadn't said anything, the aura emanating from his body told the orcs that he was not in a good mood at this time.

Sure enough, after a short while, after summoning the long toe in, the sound of painful screams suddenly came out.

"I hope the master's anger doesn't implicate us." One of the two gatekeepers muttered secretly, but before the thought could completely dissipate, a calm voice came from inside the cavern behind him.

"One-eyed, you come in."

The voice sounded devoid of any anger, but it still made the half-orc, known as One-Eyed, feel regent, but he did not dare to disobey Sauron's orders, so he walked away with a sad face under the gloating gaze of his companions.

Soon after, the screams rang out again.

The last gloating fellow did not escape such a catastrophe, and soon he was called in by "Sauron".

The atmosphere here is eerie.

However, it didn't take long for the three jailers who had entered before to walk out one after another, their eyes flashing, and their expressions were very strange when they looked at each other.

They then walked to a stake that stood in a crevice in the rock not far away, and rang the bell hanging on it.

……

The melodious and loud sound of the bell suddenly sounded, and it spread in all directions.

Because of the size of the entire enslaver's cellar, there were many such bells, and the jailer in charge of ringing them began to ring them one after another.

So under the sound one after another, whether it was a half-orc who was lazy to rest, or a half-orc who was supervising the silent work of slaves, they all looked towards the deepest part of the area.

The bell that represented the assembly of all the orcs hadn't been ringing in years, and the last time it rang seemed to be ten years ago......

Without much thought, the jailers temporarily escorted the slaves they were responsible for back to their positions, and then quickly moved closer in that direction.

It's just that they didn't notice that among the many slaves who were bound by the bracelets and anklets, there were many expressions that couldn't help but show joy.

……

The candlelight in the neatly arranged cavern was dimmed, and a tall figure in a black cloak sat on a chair, carrying a dark red sword at his waist and a silver mask that was not embellished.

At his feet knelt at his feet a half-orc jailer who trembled and did not dare to look up, but looked down at the ground with a look of fear and fanaticism.

Targets who are completely corrupted by the Shadow of the Mind will completely obscure their original minds for a period of time, and this eerie effect seems to be especially effective on orcs.

So much so that Charles didn't bother much to deal with these three real Sauron's henchmen.

"Hope everything goes well." Listening silently to the melodious ringing of the bell outside, Charles was ready to escape at any time.

The biggest risk is what the prisoners here call an opportunity. Because the sound of the summoning sound is very obvious, the slightest hint of wind may attract the attention of the enemy.

Although Charles had previously heard that Nasauron was on the task of "accompanying the leader to inspect" at this time, there was more than one Sauron in the entire Angban.

There are a lot of depraved Maia here.

It's just that under normal circumstances, the Slavers' Cellars controlled by Sauron don't have other members of their kind here.

But there's no guarantee that they won't suddenly pass by and notice something unusual.

"Master, it's all assembled."

About an hour later, a cautious voice came from outside the door.

Hearing this, Charles tightened his mind, and then used his own trick to imitate the voice he had heard a few times and said, "Explain what I have told me before, carefully, I don't want to miss anything." ”

"Okay." The enslavement of the eroded mind should be undisputed, and then the footsteps are far away.

At this time, outside the cave, a group of orc jailers, who were generally very short and sloppy, spontaneously lined up, quietly waiting for the order to be given in the cave.

So the roar of the orcs quickly caught their attention.

"We all know that the great Mirko has resumed the harassment plan of ten years ago, which means that we will be bringing in some fresh slaves here recently!"

"But you damn mud guys should know that slaves and slaves are different, some are very tame and very obedient with a few whips, and some are the opposite!"

"We cannot disobey the orders of the great Mirkor, so the master has decided to send the worst of you to follow the army, so that the good slaves can be selected at any time, and the bad ones will be killed in advance, so as to ease our work!"

The first two sentences are nothing, but the last sentence has caused a lot of uproar

"War? Red soldering irons don't fight! ”

There were orcs who couldn't help but shout.

"My whip can't even reach an elven horse!"

An orc whispered to him.

They had to protest, because there was almost no one in the orc army that they had gone out to harass them to return, and they had the inherent impression that leaving Angband would be killed.

This is the impression created by the Noldor Enclosure for more than 300 years.

"This is the master's order!" The half-orcs reprimanded loudly.

So the noise was suppressed for the time being.

Although Sauron doesn't usually come to the Enslaver's Cellar, he still has a strong control over this place, and it is only because of the safety of life that the orcs can't help but speak.

However, if they want to continue to penetrate deeply, no orcs will dare.

However, it may have been because the orcs had been angry before, and a faint summoning suddenly came from inside the cave.

"Red iron, come in."

The master's voice was inaudible, and the dwarf orc named Red Iron hesitated a little when he heard this, but he didn't dare to refuse, so what happened next silenced all the jailers.

After the orcs walked in, there was a sudden burst of high-pitched sounds that sounded bored from inside the deep cave, and the sound rang, and the nearby orcs all covered their ears and looked pained.

It was a language that only a few depraved Maia could control, and Sauron occasionally used it to punish slaves or jailers in times of anger, and orcs here had almost never heard of it.

This made some orcs, who were suspicious because their master never showed up, quickly straighten their minds and began to honestly bow their heads and obey orders.

The voice of the orc continued.

"In addition to this, we have to ...... about the food of the slaves"

“……”

……

In the depths of the cellar, long, nagging lectures continued.

On the other side of the area, the only scattered jailers were quickly attacked by deadly attacks lurking in the shadows, and one after another were stabbed to death in anger.

At the same time, the tightly locked doors of the rooms were quietly opened, and one after another handcuffed slaves were freed, stunned or dazed.

"All the jailers have been summoned, the opportunity to escape is just around the corner, everyone follow me!"

A shout from the front made their faces quickly ecstatic, but there were also sudden changes in the expressions of the slaves.

It's just that before this kind of group can make any moves, some elves who have been prepared for a long time suddenly take out the weapons provided by someone or stab or wipe them and quickly kill them!

The resulting panic was quickly quelled by the leaders of a few respected prisoners, who led the thousands of slaves to rush along the path they had foreseen a thousand times.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly.

However, just as they were entering a hidden path one by one, the ongoing lecture in the other direction of the Enslaver's Cellar was suddenly curtailed - for the real Sauron had returned!