The cacophony of voices stung the nerves of every soldier defending the city. Even in the depths of the fortress, you can hear the noise of the Adegaland steppes. No, the elves no longer call the meadow in front of Angban's Gate Adegaran.

The battle lasted only about three days, and the enemy's army broke the siege of Angban, which had been held for hundreds of years. The battle turned into a siege three days later. It was Morgoth's army besieging the fortresses that had not yet been conquered in the Siege of Angban. And in those three days, Adegarand, which was once full of flowers, is now very different from the terrifying Angbán Fortress. The verdant grasslands are now a charred desert filled with magma flowing from the Zangolom Peak. There were no longer cavalry patrols on the steppes that once belonged to the Noldor elves, replaced by the Ocs and their camps. This desert, formed in the "Battle of the Flames" of Blagolag, is now known to the elves as Anfaug Gravel. In Sinda, it means "suffocating smoke".

The cacophony of sounds in the desert came from the vast Orc camps. Those creatures, which symbolize absolute evil, lose their humanity at the same time the moment they lose their appearance as spirits. Even their comrades, who live in the same camp as them, quarrel fiercely, and even the rude dwarves will not mention the foul words that come out of their mouths. These quarrels will eventually end in the death of one of the parties.

But the number of oaks is increasing day by day. No one knows how this race reproduces. Some say that there are female Orcs in Angbon who are used as tools to breed Orcs, others say that Morgoth has the technology to produce new Orcs from disgusting cesspools, and others say that women are among the seductive vampires who take the place of female Orcs. But no matter what kind of test you try, the process must be disgusting.

It was the early hours of late winter in Middle-earth, and the last day of the year 455. Gardo, the patriarch of the Hado family, formerly the Marrich family, was walking on the walls of the fortress of Ethel. He looked down at the camps beneath the walls, and saw that they were stationed closer than they had been yesterday.

In the time since the outbreak of the Flash of Fire, messengers have been sent from all over Beleriand. The defenses of East Bereriande were badly damaged, and the Agron Pass and the Margalore Pass were open to the enemy. Now they can feel free to go south to East Beleriand, and the Himmlard Plains and Shagailian are now deserted.

Fëanor's second son, Maglor, fled to the stronghold of his eldest son, Mezlos, Chimrin, where he was held but surrounded on all sides. Fëanor's sons Kélegon and Kurufen fled to the south, and according to a messenger from Nagoth Lund, they sought refuge in Finrod. Karanhill fled to the south, where Amrod and Amrath were stationed.

The upper reaches of the Galien River were occupied by the Orcs, but they did not dare to descend further south to Osiriand, the Land of the Seven Rivers, for Amrod and Amrath, as well as the Green Elves there, stubbornly resisted the Orc's army.

Not so long ago there was a group of humans from Dosonian. These were the old and young women and children of the Beo family, and they were led by Emetir, the wife of Barahill. They claimed that Dosonian had been captured, and that Barahir had asked her to take refuge in Heslum with some men. And the fate of those men is still unknown. These people are now arranged to live in Dolomin with the Hado family.

Later, Minas Tirith sent a messenger to report that the men of Barahirr had returned to Dosonian, but Sauron was offering a reward for them. Angrod and Agnor were killed in the Battle of the Flames, and Finrod took the remnants of their forces to the Tower of Garrison. Finrod and his general, Gwendo, are now assisting Olodris in the West Ryan Valley.

King Singh of Dorias did not send a messenger, but word came from the Hareth who lived in the Bresil Forest that Gardo's sons Hurim and Juo were still with them, and that they were not yet threatened by an attack because of the garrison tower to the north.

As for Turgon, the second son of the High King Fen Guoqing, it is said that no one in the outside world knows where his hidden kingdom is except Fen Guoqi and Fengong.

Gardo recalled what he had learned about the battle in such a short period of time. Now that Mezlos is under siege on all sides, I don't know how long he will be able to hold out. Without supplies, they will be depleted. And Ballard Ethel will not be taken in a short time, because of the barrier of the Shadow Mountains, Oak can't go around their backs to form an encirclement. In this way, as long as there is a steady stream of supplies from Heslum, they will not be lost for the time being.

Gardo was now worried about the situation at Minas Tirith, and once it was captured, Oak could easily move south down the Sirian Valley and attack the Brehill Forest. And his two sons were there. Hulin is fourteen years old, while Juo is only eleven. He frowned at the thought that they might be caught off guard in a panic and then slaughtered.

At this time, the defenders of Ballard Ethel were preparing for the New Year's banquet in the evening, and he was not in the mood. He looked up at the sky and tried to find a glimmer of light, but there was no moonlight, no starlight. He couldn't find the dawn that was supposed to rise in the east, only the dark red of the skyline.

At this moment, he saw the small door on the side of the fortress open, and a man in a cloak came out on horseback. Gardo thought it suspicious that on such a day, who of the defenders would walk alone on the Anfauges, and he immediately turned and walked down the wall, and chased out of the fortress.

The horse's footsteps were not fast, and Gardo ran after him for a while, and then pursued the man. Gardo opened his mouth and said, "Who are you, and why did you leave the fortress at dawn?"

The rider in front of him stopped, slowly turned his head, and took off his mask. The dark morning sun shining under the dark clouds in the east illuminated the man's face. That's a pair of eyes full of wisdom, that's Fen Guoyan!"Supreme King, I didn't expect it to be you. Gardo immediately ran to the horse and knelt down. He should have noticed that the horse was none other than Finn Command's mount, Lohalore.

Fen Guoyu was silent for a long time, and then spoke, in a steady and deep voice: "I don't know how many people have died." His voice shook like a deep vibration beneath the earth, "What kind of hatred is this? I am the High King, and I cannot do anything for my people, but I can only stay in my fortress, like a turtle with a shrunken head? I am not Fëanor, and the fire of my hatred is not as burning as his. But even then, I'll have to make Morgoth pay for the lives that have been lost!"

Gardo looked up and saw the silver armor covered under his cloak. But he didn't understand Fen Guoxuan's purpose, and he frowned and looked at the High King. "Gardo, you won't understand. This time I'm going to Angban to challenge Morgoth. Whether it's Vera or not, I know I'm not going to come back alive. If I die at the hands of Morgoth, help me tell all the Noldor elves, and Fingon will take my place as the High King. ”

The sun was gradually rising, and the clouds, no matter how thick they were, still had a light that could illuminate the earth. Gardo was staring at Finn at the moment, motionless as a statue. He thought to himself, even in the strongest hurricane, Fen Guoyu can still stand proudly like this.

Finn waved his hand, and Gardo immediately stood up to get out of the way. Finn flicked the reins, and Lohallor hissed and sped out. Gardo saw him draw his sword from his horse, Ringil, and raise it high. The cold air on the blade of the sword looked like it was approaching the thick clouds in the sky.

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An ice-blue figure shuttled between the Orcs camp above the Anfaug gravels. It was Fen Guoxuan, looking down from above, he was like a meteor in the black night sky. He had been running wild for a long time from the fortress of Balad Ethel at dawn. It was sunset, and he had a few arrows stuck in his back, which must have been quenched, for he was feeling very weak now. Fen Guoxuan's lips were pale and his face was gloomy. His consciousness was blurring, and he was now almost at the door of the Angbán Fortress.

He told himself that he couldn't die in vain. Even if he really didn't have the strength to do it, he would fall in the duel with Morgoth. This thought sustained him and kept him clinging to his horse. He slashed wildly at his side with a black blood-stained Ringil, and some of the Orcs who tried to attack him from the side were crippled crawling on the ground by his ruthless blade. In front of him stood a lot of Orc spearmen. They held their sharp spears in front of them, trying to halt Lohloel's pace.

Lo Halor's body was also in shambles. As if not afraid of pain, it slammed into the spearmen. The Orcs were knocked to the ground by it, trampled into the charred gravel by its horses' hooves. Lohallor's panting and hissing resounded through the camp, shocking the heart, but it was still at a steady pace.

They were followed by dozens of Occills riding wolves. They wielded broadswords, but they couldn't keep up with the speed of Fen Guoyu's speed. There are many archers who shoot arrows behind them. They soon rushed out of the last camp that blocked the road to Angban. A sharp tingling pinched his nerves. The shouts of the wolf riders behind them had not faded away, and they were still chasing.

It was starting to snow, and the sun was already below the horizon. But he couldn't feel the cold, for the magma of Sangolo Rotium flowed all around him. Snowflakes turn into water droplets in the air. He saw an Orc riding a wolf parallel to them and holding out his hand to him. He chopped off that hand with Ringil, and black blood splattered his face.

Sweat soaked the armor on his body. He took off his cloak while running. Another rider came up from the left, and Finn threw his cloak at Oak and put it over his head. Obscured from his vision, the Oak fell off the wolf. The wolf did not stop and continued to approach Fen Guoyu. As he approached, the wolf pounced, knocking Lohrolor to the ground. Fen fell down and got up on his weak limbs. He saw Lohlo Halor kick away the wolf with his horse's hooves. But more riders caught up, and they cut off Lohallor's head with knives.

Fen looked up and saw that there were still many vampires hovering in the sky. He was soon surrounded by Orc. They tried him frantically, but they didn't dare to attack him. For they remembered how many of their kind had been decapitated by the sword in his hand. In the sky, a vampire swoops down and tries to attack Finn with its wings. Fen didn't know what gave him strength at the moment, maybe it was the pain in his body that kept him awake. He dodged the vampire's attack. When she tries to fly back into the sky because of the misses of the attack, Fen cuts off her right foot with his sword. The vampire let out a terrible cry and fell into the lava. The vampire's body ignited a raging fire near the lava, and was completely melted after being immersed in the lava.

He kicked away the vampire's foot with all his might, landing in front of Orc's encirclement. Oak was startled and took a few steps back. Fen Guoyu didn't know what gave him such combat power, but he saw that the enemies no longer dared to approach him. He walked straight to a steel gate on the rock face of Sangolo Rome and slammed it hard. The Orcs stepped back, startled by the thunderous call to the door.

"Morgoth, ever since you killed Fenway and destroyed the Twin Sacred Trees, we Noldor elves have been at odds with you!" Finn shouted, and the Great Peak shook, "I want your blood to pay for the lives of my people!

A thirty-foot-tall figure stepped out of the gate. He was dressed in dark black armor with flames burning on it. In his hand he held a hammer with chains, and in the other hand was a shield. He wore an iron crown on his head, set with three gemstones that glowed silvery-white. The light instantly illuminated the entire desert. That's the Elven Diamond.

"Are you going to challenge me, mortal?" Morgoth's voice was like a terrifying howl from the depths of the Earth's core.

Fear arose in Fen Guoqing's heart. If he was asked what the most horrific scene he had ever seen in his life, it would be. He flinched and fell backwards to the ground. Morgoth let out a dull laugh that blasted Finn on the nerves. "You haven't seen true fear, mortal!"

At this moment, Fen felt that the temperature of the air had become lower. A gust of wind blew, and Morgoth was so scraped that he covered his eyes with his hands. The gust of wind carried the snowflakes from the sky to the ground. He saw some snowflakes fall on the edge of his sword, Rin Gil, and the surface of his sword seemed to exude a cold, biting chill. The surrounding magma gradually condensed into black rocks, and a layer of frost formed on the ground.

Morgoth opened his eyes and looked around, "Uomu, is that you?" he let out a mocking laugh, "You think with your help, this mortal can defeat me?" He was able to remain sober to this day, and it was Wu Oumu's guidance. "Taste the wrath of winter, demon!"

Feeling his fear swept away, he picked up Ringil from the ground and shouted at Morgoth. Morgoth's legs retreated slightly, as if even he was startled by the roar. "Well, then, I'll let you die a happy death. It is your honor to die under Gronde, the hammer of hell. ”

Morgoth flicked his hammer in the next second, and the chain slammed the hammer's head down. Fen deftly dodged, and the hammer smashed a deep pit into the ground. The pit was big enough to bury a few elves in it. Magma precipitated from beneath the smashed surface, but was quickly frozen by the icy air. Morgoth flicked his hammer at Finn again, and this time he rolled on the ground to Morgoth's feet and stabbed Rigill in his left foot. Morgoth's screams rang out above him. He drew his sword, and hot blood splattered out and shot into his face. The skin on his cheeks was burned.

Morgoth lifted his foot to step on Fen Guoxuan, but Fen Guoxuan held back the pain on his face and jumped back. Morgoth stepped into the air, and Finn seized the opportunity to chop off one of Morgoth's toes. Morgoth took two steps back, crouched down and reached out to Finn Goon. He lay backwards and plunged his sword into his palm.

The Demon King stood up and gave up attacking alone. He waved his hand, and two vampires flew down from the sky. They approached from either side of Fen's command, and Fen stabbed one of them in the chest with his sword, only to be caught by the other from behind with his legs. He took Finn off the ground and came to Morgoth to deliver him into Morgoth's mouth. At this moment, Fen Guoyu struggled to cut off the vampire with his sword, and then fell on Morgoth's face. He plunged his sword deep into Morgoth's left eye, then cut three wounds into his face.

He looked up and saw the Elven Diamond in Morgoth's crown. If he could snatch the diamonds, he would be able to put an end to the Noldor expedition. Thinking of this, he climbed onto the crown and tried to pry the diamond off with his sword. Morgoth reached for him, and he tried to defend it with his sword, but the sword was stuck in the gap between the diamond and the crown. He was grabbed by Morgoth and slammed to the ground.

Fen felt like his spine and ribs were broken, and his legs were no longer sensational. He watched as Morgoth pulled Rin Gill out and threw him dozens of feet away. Morgoth let out a burst of laughter, and instead of ending his life with a hammer, he slammed down the shield in his left hand. Fen held the weight of the mountain-like shield with his hand. His arms began to lose their support, and he was pressed deep into the gravel.

"Ahh Fen Guoxuan opened his eyes with the last of his consciousness and saw many giant eagles flying in the sky. The eagles drove away the vampires from the sky, and one of them grabbed Morgoth by the hair. Morgoth fell backwards, and Finn felt the weight of his body disappear. That giant eagle is Sorondo, the king of eagles. It flew down and grabbed Fen Guoxuan's body, and then all the giant eagles followed it into the air.

This was the last thing Fen had seen, as his heart then stopped. Amid the cries of Morgoth, in the skies above Anfaug Graves, the soul of the High King of Noldor returned to the temple of Mandus, the god of death. Ballard Ethel's bell has just struck twelve times, heralding the beginning of the new year and the fall of winter. The giant eagle chirped fiercely in the air, and the bitter cold wind raged on the desert, and the sound of the wind was like an elegy.

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It's been two weeks since Finn left the "Tower of the Springs" Balad Ethel. The warm sea breeze from the sea brings the breath of spring to Hislum. But the hearts of the Noldor elves are as cold as winter. Their High King is dead. The Eagle brought the news of the fall of the High King to the places where the Noldor elves lived. Finn Guoxuan's body was buried in Turgon, on the plain of Tum*, outside the city of Gondolin.

Ballard Ethel's defenders sang an elegy for Finland for a whole week. During this time, laughter seemed to be stripped from the life of the Noldor elves. In early spring, it had been raining for three days, accompanied by bursts of mournful thunder. Fingon was standing on the walls of the Tower by the Spring. The rain soaked his body and hair. He looked down at the encirclement that was approaching day by day under the city, and let the rain pour into his eyes. Among the Noldor elves, there is no one more grieved than him. But the death of his father also brought a heavy burden to him. Because now he is the supreme king of Noldor.

He looked inside the walls, where there were now many Sindar elves. They were not from Doriath, but from the Faras of the coast. Leading these men was the shipbuilder Chirdan who garrisoned the ports of Faras, including Bodesunbar and Eglalist. The purpose of his visit to Ballard Ethel was to express his sorrow over the death of the High King. At the same time, it also brought a large amount of supplies from the harbor to the Spring Tower. The Sindar elves are now preparing to leave and return to Faras.

Fingon walked into the main fort in the inner ring of the fortress, and the rain dripped down, leaving a trail of water in his wake. He walked into his room, and a bright white light shone through the window of the room, shining on the face of a child sitting on a stool. The kid looked at Fingon with a childish look on his face, and smiled cutely. "Daddy!" he staggered to Fengon, hugged him, and immediately took a few steps back, hurriedly wiping the rain off his body.

"Erhenian, my star. Fingon said, "Would you like to live in the harbor? Fingon smiled lovingly at him, stroking his hair, "Come with Daddy!" He took Erenion's right hand and led him out of the room.

They came to the entrance to the passage to Heslum, and Fingon saw that Chirdan had just ridden a horse. Chirdan had a thin face, and his gray hair was curly and draped down. His complexion did not look fairer than that of a fairy, but rather a yellow of the sea breeze. Dressed in a beige robe, he looked at Fingon and Erenian as they approached.

"Your Majesty Fingon!" Chirdan bowed, "we're about to leave." Chirdan looked at Erenian beside him and smiled, "Hello, Your Highness Gil-Galard!" Gil-Galard is the name given to Erenian by the other elves.

Fingon picked up Erenian and placed him on Chirdan's horse. "Of the Sindar now, the one I trust most is you, Chirdan. The Tower of Springside will be lost one day, but Erenian is still young, and I don't want him to die here. He said, "Please take him to the port of Falas, and keep him safe!"

Chirdan stared at Fengong blankly for a moment, then nodded firmly, "Thank you for your trust, High King. I will do my best to keep him safe. At this time, Erenian began to cry. Because he felt that he was going to part with his father. He wanted to dismount, but the horse's back was too high.

"Let's go, Chirdan. He patted Chirdan on the thigh and turned away. Erenian beckoned behind him, but he didn't look back.

He heard the passage door open behind him, and the crying fell silent after a loud sound of horses' hooves, but he did not look back.

Tears rolled in his eyes, the world had changed, and he had changed, he thought. But he didn't look back.

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The few fortresses that were once surrounded by Angban and still stood tenaciously and stood like this spent more than a year surrounded by heavy troops. It is now the 457th summer since the moon has risen.

The gap between the towering Shadow Mountains and Ahorrias is known to the Noldor elves as the West Ryan Valley. The valley runs from the Serich marshes in the north to the end of the Bullishiach crossing. The valley as a whole shows a northeasterly southwesterly trend. The flow of the West Ryan River in the valley is very fast. Especially during such summer floods, the sound of gurgling water is heard throughout the river valley.

In the middle of the valley, the water flows are split into two by an island and then reunited at the other end of the island. This isolated island is Torsirian. On the island stands a tower, Minas Tirith, the "Tower of Garrison". This tall tower made of marble covers the ground floor of most of the island. From above, the tower looks like a cake coated in white cream and intricately carved flowers.

On the east side of the island is a marble bridge leading to the banks of the West Ryan River at the foot of Mount Ahorias, and at the waist of the tower there is a suspension bridge over the water that leads to a lookout on the rock face of the Shadowy Mountains. With such terrain, it is impossible for Orc's army to capture it. Over the past year, Orc has attacked Minas Tirith several times, but has resisted all of them.

Leading the defenders of Minas Tirith was Finrod. After the Battle of the Flames, he traveled from Nagornsrond in the south to Minas Tirith to accompany his remaining brother Olodris to garrison the area. That's when Gwendo came here with him. He is now standing vigil on the lookout.

Gwendo looked north along the West Ryan River, where many Orks were stationed on both sides of the river. The access to the north has been blocked, so there has been no news from Ballard Ethel for a long time. Finrod left his army behind before coming to Minas Tirith. And the man in charge of leading the troops that remained behind was Gwendo's brother Gemir. He was sitting alone in a chair at the moment, frowning, worried about his brother's safety.

The sound of chains rubbing against each other came from the drawbridge. He saw the drawbridge shake because there was a figure moving on it. The figure walked slowly with a Fianor lamp and leaning on the railing of the drawbridge. Gwendo observed it for a long time and realized that it was a woman. She held a black cloth bag in her hand. It was only when he got closer that he realized who she was.

It was Flordris daughter Fenduirath. She has long blonde hair and fair skin. Her appearance is a good inheritance of the blood of the Finarfinn family, and she is beautiful and lovely. By human standards, she was in her early twenties. She wore a light blue silk skirt, which highlighted her proud figure. Seeing her coming, Gwendo stood up and greeted her. His heart beat faster, and it was because he had a love for her in his heart.

Fenduiras smiled at him, her eyes full of emotion. "Gwendo, tonight is your vigil, are you hungry?" she said softly, "I brought you something to eat." Fenduiras brought the black cloth bag to Gwendo's hands. He took her hand and sat back on the stool. They were not afraid to hold hands, and during the more than a year they spent together, Gwendo found that the princess also had some affection for him. But he never dared to mention it to the princess. Whenever it was his turn to keep vigil, the princess would bring him a supper to accompany him to pass the boring night.

He opened the cloth pocket and found bread smeared with butter and some bacon meat. He took out the bread and nibbled on it, and Fenduiras looked at him and smiled sweetly. Gwendo stared at her smile. Wouldn't it be nice to maintain such a relationship, he thought.

After eating the bread, he felt a little thirsty. So he took out the kettle from his waist. It was filled with ale. He took a sip and let the sweet drink slip over the tip of his tongue. "May I taste it?" the princess gestured to the flask. Gwendo hesitated, then nodded, and handed her the flask. Fenduiras took the flask and put it to her lips, carefully made some, and then smacked her tongue and frowned. "It doesn't taste good!" she said. But she picked up the flask and took a big sip.

Gwendo hurriedly snatched back the flask, "Don't drink so fast!" He saw the princess's face flush. The princess of this moment is so beautiful. With the alcohol just now, Gwendo was unwilling to remain ambiguous with the princess at this moment. He approached the princess and kissed her on the lips. The princess did not resist in the slightest and kissed him. Gwendo felt the princess stick her tongue into his mouth. He knew that the princess was now slightly drunk. Regardless of whether the princess turns her back on him in the future, they belong to each other at this moment.

"Princess, will you be with me for the rest of your life?" asked Gwendo.

Fenduiras looked at him with a red face and nodded tremblingly, "Would ......" she said in a faint voice.

The lookout platform beneath their feet suddenly shook. They saw a multitude of vampires hovering over the lookout. Just as they were kissing, he didn't see Orc's army approaching. Two catapults were erected under the castle and smashed the heavy rocks against the lookout and the tower.

Gwendo immediately took Finduilath's hand and led her towards the drawbridge. He shouted, "The Orcs are attacking!" The defenders of the tower stepped out and saw the Orcs beneath the city and the vampires flying in the sky.

They ran wildly on the drawbridge. The drawbridge shook violently, Fenduiras running in front, Gwendo following behind. The catapult threw a stone and smashed it on the front of the tower. The drawbridge shook violently. Gwendo fell. Frightened, Fenduiras let go of his hand and ran into the tower. Gwendo got up again and ran forward. The vampire wants to come down and get him, but he drives him away with his sword. He saw the defenders on the wall in front of Minas Tirith, and the defenders began to fight. But vampires can fly directly up to the walls from outside the tower and attack them. This is not comparable to repelling the Orc's attack. At the moment when he ran into Minas Tirith, the lookout on the mountain wall was smashed by a catapult, and the drawbridge broke in the middle.

He didn't dwell on the princess's letting go, because that was the right thing to do in times of crisis. If he had just died on the bridge, the princess should have left him to live. He didn't think to go to the depths of the tower to find the princess, because now the defenders on the walls were fighting. He came to the city walls, where the archers were shooting arrows at the Orc army under the tower. Finrod and Olodris were there. Olodris has a slightly lighter hair color than Finrod, and has a beige color overall. And he was also very handsome, although slightly inferior to Finrod.

"Gwendo!" Finrod shouted, "The Tower of Garrison can't hold it!!Sauron has brought too many vampires!" Gwendo looked up at the sky, and the number of vampires was so large that it obscured the sky.

From time to time, the vampires lowered down and snatched the archery soldiers and threw them into the fast-flowing West Ryan River. The soldiers' arrows were sometimes able to shoot down a few, but they were far from enough to destroy them all. "The West Ryan Valley is falling, Olodris!" said Finrod to his brother, "take your men back!

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At daybreak, Sauron walked onto the marble bridge that led from the shore to Torsirian. The heels under his feet and the marble bridge struck with a sonorous sound. He has a black cat perched on his shoulder. The cat looked at Minas Tirith with deep, empty eyes. The Orc's army stayed on the shore, and the vampires flew above the tower, sometimes resting on top of the tower.

"Tevido, let's go in and have a look. He walked into the gate of the tower, and there was no one left. He walked down the empty hallway, silent. He walked around the tower for a long time, looking around as if he were looking at a new house that had just been built.

"It's a good fort. His soft voice rang out, "It can be used as a base for an attack to the south." His words were interrupted by a loud bang that followed.

The sound of glass shattering could be heard in one of the rooms. Sauron walked over and saw a vampire lying on the floor of that room. That's Sulinger Hill. The window of the room shattered, and it looked like she had just fallen in from the outside. Her body was covered in scars. "I've taken Minas Tirith, Ringwehill. Sauron gave a sinister smile, "And why do you look so embarrassed?, I remember giving you the order to go and hunt down Balahir in Dosonian." ”

Ringwihill shuddered and got up, and said in a trembling voice, "I have failed, dear Sauron!," she said, "and I have pursued them but have been plotted. I barely made it. In the next second, Sulinger felt Zoro's heels stomp her head.

At this time, Tevidor jumped off Sauron's shoulder, and in a puff of black smoke, the cat turned into a young girl dressed in black. The girl's appearance is sweet, but she can't hide the ruthlessness in her eyes. "What are we going to do with the loser, hehe. The girl looked shy.

A vampire flew in and fell to his knees in front of Sauron. "Give me the order to all parts of Dosonian, and if anyone can catch Balahill, I will reward him greatly!" said Sauron, stepping on the longingwehill. The vampire nodded and flew away. Zoro looked down at Sulinger on the ground, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. "Then you have to educate yourself!"

Zoro let go of his feet, and Ringwehill trembled and got up, trying to crawl through the window. But in the next second, her feet were grabbed by Zoro and Tevido. She felt them pull the wings off behind her together. But that wasn't the end of it, for they dragged her back a long distance, and burst into hearty laughter. Sulinger struggled to grip the ground with his hands, but was dragged along by them. They dragged her to a dimly lit basement in Minas Tyris. There were no windows, only a door to enter.

No one knew what had happened in the chamber after that. The Orcs stationed beneath the city heard only heart-rending shouts coming from the towers. They had all seen Zoro's "game". No one can endure that pain.

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A month ago.

It was early in the morning of a spring in the year 457. Dosonian ushered in the dawn as usual. But the dawn of the morning sun did not shine from the east, because the sky was filled with thick smoke and dust. The originally wooded Dosonian Heights have always been filled with the smell of gunsmoke and rancid smell since the battle of the sudden fire.

The once clear lakes are now polluted beyond recognition, as there are many oak camps along the lakes. After the Battle of the Blaze, the Orcs captured Dosonian. They wreak havoc in the northern part of the Highlands, polluting all the rivers and lakes and cutting down all the trees on the northern slopes of the Highlands. In some ways, these Orcs have conquered the Dosonian Heights once and for all. The northern part of Dosonian is now known as the Taur-Nu-Fuyin, which means "forest shrouded in darkness". But there is such a group of humans in the highlands, who have been wandering in the withering forest.

These are the Banu Balahir. Ever since they rescued Finrod from the sorcerer Sauron in the swamps of Sereh, Sauron has been hunting them down with a bounty. Their lives have been at risk for more than a year, so much so that their numbers have drastically decreased.

Most of them died at the hands of the Oaks. Sometimes, people who are left alone to find food or find their way will unfortunately encounter the Oak patrols. They will be tortured to death by the Orc in the most brutal ways. Others starved to death, as there were no more animals to hunt and wild fruits to pick in the northern part of Dosonian. The Orc's invasion and the destruction of vegetation caused all the animals in the highlands to flee in panic. Most of them were frightened and fled to the southern part of the highlands. It was a high place in Dosonian, and there were no large woods like the northern slopes, only a few hard-growing pines and barren rocks.

The people of Barahir did not venture to flee to the south, for it was more difficult for their people to survive in the south. They can only live in fear in the round-up of the Orc. Sometimes some of them would be adventurous and would propose to go to the heights of the south to reconnoitre, hoping to find a steep mountain path across the southern edge of Dosonion, the "Terror Mountains" Eredgolos, down into the deep valley of Nandon Doseb and leave Dosunion. These adventurers thought that no matter what kind of horrible creatures were there, it would be better than living such an insecure life in Dosonian. But none of these expeditions have returned since they left.

So, as time passed, there were only thirteen of Balahir's people left. These are people who have faced countless trials of life and death. In addition to Balahir and his son Belém, his brother Bregoras's two sons, Balagond and Beregunde, and nine of his retainers. They are: the brothers Razjuin and Daijouin, the brothers Dagnier and Ragnoor, the brothers Gildo and Golim, the brothers Assad and Ursel, and the youngest Hashardir.

Since there were only thirteen of them left, those stupid Orcs could no longer kill any of them. Sometimes they set traps to destroy the evil Orcs as much as they can. They knew that they would not be able to drive the mighty Orc army away from Taur-Nu-Fuyin with a few of them alone, but they would be glad to avenge the death of their fellow citizens.

They now call themselves the Dosonian Rangers, and spend their days wandering the woods of Taur-Nu-Fuyin. They have no fixed place to live, and they will defeat the Orcs wherever they go.

On this day, they were sleeping in the open by a lake in the middle of Taur-Nu-Fuyin. Since it was early in the morning, they were still asleep on the stump. Balagond and Beregund had set out the day before yesterday to observe the situation around them. Now that they are finally back, they are running, they are coming to the crowd, and they wake everyone up.

"We've just scouted a nearby camp and found out something new!" Belegund said.

Balahir rose from his stump, and he removed the blanket from his body, shivering twice from the spring morning dew. He looked at the two brothers and said, "What did you find?"

"We saw Sulinger coming. Balagond said, "This banshee is helping Zoro with his life, this is a great opportunity, it's time to make this slut suffer!"

Balahir nodded: "Be careful, this time Sauron sent her, indicating that we have caught his attention. Find a way to catch her and ask about Zoro's plans. He coughed, "Belen, you go with the two of them." ”

Belen replied and went with them. They didn't say a word on the way, because Belen and the two of them didn't usually communicate much. In fact, although he was of the same generation as them, he was about ten years behind. In contrast, he used to have a better relationship with their respective daughters, Murwen and Leanne, and they called Belen their older brothers. Of the twelve other than him, only Hashaldir was of his age.

Led by the two brothers, they continued until the afternoon. He finally saw the camp of the Oc. They found that Sulinger was coming out of the camp at this time. She was supposed to be on her way to the next Orc's camp. The Orcs looked at her with a hint of anticipation in their eyes. One of the Oaks had the audacity to touch her buttocks. They saw Ringwehill grab the Oak by the neck, throw him to the ground, and stomp him hard.

Belen couldn't stand it anymore, and he said, "If you let her run, you won't have a chance." He pointed to Sulinger, "Hurry up and get ready!"

They took out some nets from their backpacks behind them, and the threads of those nets were so thin that they were difficult to see at night. It was with such nets that they caught and killed a large number of Orcs. It took about an hour for them to hang several thin wire nets from the trees near the camp. Then they found a thicker tree and hid. It was getting dark.

After waiting for a while, they heard a noise from the east side of the camp. When they ran over, as expected, they caught Sulinger in Ringwehill. She must have been about to take to the skies, trapped by the web of filaments. She fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

Because it was still a long way to go back to make peace with the others, they had to tie Suringweeshire to a tree first. They didn't make a fire in the woods, because they weren't too far from that Orc's camp. If a fire is discovered, they will all suffer. Belém was on the first shift of the vigil. Balagond and Beregund soon fell asleep, for they hadn't slept for a long time. Belen hadn't gone with them to investigate, so he was still in good spirits. He sat on the stump in front of Sulinger and looked at her, but kept a little distance from her. Because he's heard that Ringway Hill is good at seduction.

Belen didn't say a word, and when Ringwehill looked at him, he immediately took his eyes away. "I know what you're thinking, young man. "You men are all the same, and you're all too easy to fool. ”

Belen didn't want to hear her say this, he dodged forward and slapped her, choking her neck, "You can't fool me! I don't have any interest in your filthy body!" he walked back to the stump and sat down.

"Hahaha......" Sulinger laughed seductively, "I see, you've never experienced it, have you?" she smacked her tongue mockingly, "what a poor boy." I can let you try. I'm tied up, and I can't escape. Belen covered her ears and stood up with her back to her.

But the Su Lingwei Hill behind him stopped talking. He sensed something was wrong. When he turned around again, he found that Suringweyll's rope had been cut, and she had a dagger in her hand. The dagger belonged to Belen, and Belén realized that when he approached her just now, she took the dagger.

"So, you men are so easy to deceive. "You should have accepted my kindness just now." Because now you're going to die!"

Suringwihill flew up, rushed to Belen, and stabbed Belen with a dagger. The dagger had come to him, but Belen stood there in astonishment. Just then, Balagond woke up and threw his sword at Sulinger Wehill. She gave up her attack on Belen and dodged. At that moment, Beregunde, who had just slept on the stump behind her, stood up and pierced her abdomen with his sword.

Ringwihill knelt down and spat out a mouthful of black blood. Belen screamed and snatched the dagger from her hand and stabbed her several times. Ringway Hill burst into a shrill cry, and she flapped her wings and flew up, and the three of them couldn't open their eyes in the wind. So Ringway Hill fled.

When Balagond and Beregund withdrew their swords from their scabbards, Belen was still standing stupidly. Balagond grabbed Belen by the collar and said, "You are like a child who does not grow up!" he cried out, "You let her go! Do you know that you are the future patriarch?

Belém did not speak.

Beregundra dwelt in Balagond. "Get out of here first! We must go back to Rendezvous at once. Suelinger will go and tell the Orcs where we are. We can't let them follow us to find the others!" Balagond let go. They gathered their belongings and ran wildly the way they had come.