When the sun shines into the black earth of Dordi, the "Quiet Place", a rainstorm has just passed. Recently, it was about the flood season, and it often rained heavily. But the heat did not dissipate. The air was stuffy. There was also a choking smell of smoke. The black soil of Dordinon is hard. It's a barren land, and that's because it's right west in the valley of the South Don Pot.

But even so close to the cursed land, there was no danger like the valley. The inhabitants of the Himmlad plain, to the east of this place, sometimes come here. The western side of Dordinon is bounded by the Esgarduin River with the Valley of the Terrible Death. There is a stone bridge over the river, which is the only way to cross the river while the road is still passable, and it is called Ianteyiau. On the east side of Doldinon is another river, Alos. It can be crossed from the Alosiach ferry and into the vast Himrad plain.

From the Ianteau bridge, a woman rode her horse across the Esgarduin River. A few meters after crossing the river, she gently pulled the reins, and the white steed she was riding slowed down. "Wait a moment, Asphalus ......," said the woman in a weak voice to the white steed beneath her, "here...... It shouldn't have been...... Horror ......"

The woman kept her head down, her hair already soaking wet because it had rained heavily the night before. Her body trembled, her graceful figure looming beneath the wet, transparent clothes. In addition to her body, the horse's mane was also wet. The mane clings to the horse's back, like the woman's clothes clinging to her, looking downcast and moving.

Because of the early sunny days after the rain, water seeped out from the black soil, forming a thin trickle and making a gurgling sound. Looking down, it looked like the ground had been shaken out of the cracks. But the sound of this trickle is drowned out by the sound of waterfalls in the upper reaches of the Esgarduin River. The white stream, which fell from the cliff of the Dosonian Heights, had been reduced or even dried up, but it was revived by the rain. You can let the water dry up, but you can never stop it from flowing.

Because of the acid soaked in the rain, Princess Arettir's cloth white clothes had a little yellow spots. All she remembered was that when she left the Servant's shelter and ran into the darkness alone, she was completely lost. Last night, while she was still in the valley, a sudden thirst grabbed the princess's throat. She dismounted and drew some water from the stream. But as soon as she got back to the horse and wanted to take a sip, it began to rain in the sky. So the princess was lucky not to drink the cursed stream, so she put the kettle back into her sack and galloped forward. She wanted to find a place to shelter from the rain, but she couldn't see anything. She didn't even know if she was going in the right direction. She could only feel the cold rain smashing on her face and body. She felt countless pairs of eyes staring at her in the darkness, laughing at her escape. She sensed that the owners of those eyes could easily take her life, but they enjoyed the feeling of watching her die in the wind and rain because of their willfulness. She felt fear and just wanted to escape. She rode her horse blindly, rushing to the blind front.

It was in this state of mind that the princess ran wild all night.

The princess, who had fled the terror valley at this moment, was thinking about everything from last night in her mind, and her vision gradually blurred. Her head had grown heavier, and her neck could no longer hold the weight. So she let herself fall to the side and fell from her horse. She passed out.

When the princess woke up again, the sun was in the middle of the sky. She lay on her back on the ground, and because of the strong light of the sun, the princess was able to slowly open her eyes by blocking her eyes with her hands. Because she was in a coma for a while, the princess was much more conscious. She slowly got up from the ground. Her white clothes had been dyed black by the black earth. In the middle of summer, the sun is always scorching after the rain. Because of the sun's rays, the princess's thirst came to the tip of her tongue again. She saw that Asphalus was still obediently standing by. She walked up to the horse, took the kettle from the horse's back, and wanted to take a sip of water.

"If it were me, I wouldn't do it. A young girl's voice came from behind her.

Arettir's first instinct was to kill the person behind her, as her consciousness was on the verge of collapse. So she let go of the kettle, let it fall to the ground, drew her dagger in her hand, and turned to slash at the source of the sound. She saw that it was a beautiful girl, probably just coming of age. The girl wears a long light blue dress. The moment the short sword touched the girl's body, the girl's body seemed to turn into water, and the short sword cut off the shoulder straps of the girl's long skirt, but directly passed through the girl's body. The severed dress slipped to the ground. Falling to the ground along with the dress was Arityr's dagger, as Arettir let go of his grip in surprise. When Arettir calmed down, she looked at the girl, whose body had rematerialized, and stood in front of Arityr.

"You...... Who is ......" Arettir looked at her blankly, looking at her with a surprised expression again.

It took a long time for Arettir to react, and she turned away with a red face. "I thought you were going to keep looking at me, hehe. The girl stuck out her tongue and said, "You have cut my clothes, alas." With that, the girl stepped aside, raised her hands, and suddenly a stream of water gathered on the ground, gathered on the girl's body, wrapped around her, and reformed a long pale blue dress.

The girl adjusted the shoulder straps of her clothes, looked at Arettir, and pointed to the ground: "Look at the water in your kettle." ”

Arettir looked down and saw that it wasn't clear water that had come out of the kettle she had knocked over, but blood. "I don't understand...... It's ......"

"The waters of this valley carry a curse, Arettir of Gondolin. I am Uni, the wife of Ossi. The girl said.

"Wife, you're not old enough to get married, are you?" asked Arettir, taking the girl by the shoulder. "I'm not an elf. I'm a Maia, and this girl's body is just my incarnation. I used to help you in secret, do you remember?"

At this time, some images flashed through Arettir's memory, and the face of the girl she had seen in the spring of Gangdorin was exactly the same as the person in front of her. She also remembered that when she tried to escape from the Tum Ring Mountain, the water of the wadi had given her a strong boost, but she had stubbornly held back the pace of the pursuers behind her. "You were ...... back then"

"You're not mistaken. I am Maia, the god of water, under the command of Uomu. ”

"But......" the confusion on Arettir's face was not resolved, "as a secondary god, why are you helping me?"

Uni smiled, and reached out her hands to brush Arietil's body. Where her hands passed, the water on her clothes was sucked dry, and her clothes returned to pure white color: "My leader, Uomu, is very much against all this. He hopes that you will stay in Gondolin in the end, so he forbids all of his Maia to help you. He had said that your departure would bring bad luck to Gondolin. "But I don't agree, no one should be deprived of their freedom because of someone else." ”

Arettir was still brooding, not knowing what to answer her. "So I decided to help you get out of Gondolin and quietly protect you on your journey. But something has recently confirmed U'omu's prophecy. The prophesied doom of Gondolin had already begun. ”

"What?" Arettir clasped Uni's hands tightly, "What happened to Gondolin?"

Uni's body suddenly began to blur again, and Arettir emptied it and grabbed the long dress that Uni had left behind again.

"I have to go. We won't see you again, keep this dress, and the divine power inside will protect you on this trip. Because of my deeds, the wrath of Uommu will fall on my head. I should have believed his prophecy. Now there is only one way to save Gondolin, and that is to never go back there, no matter what happens!" The last word Gondolin faded into the air. Leaving Arityl alone on the black earth, like a pure white lotus flower in the mud.

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The plain between the main stream of the Alos River and the Kailong River is known as Himrad. To the north of the plain is the end of the Eredgopolos Mountains, which stretch fifty leagues from east to west. Further east of it, there is a high mountain called Himrin. There is snow on the top of the mountain that does not melt all year round. These two mountains are an important part of the Angbán Siege. Between the two, there is bound to be a pass, which is the weaker position in the defensive line, called the Agron Pass. Here, a strong fortress of Agron guards the southern border. The fortress was garrisoned by two of the sons of Fëanor, the brothers Klegon and Currufin. From the pass, a breeze blows from the northern steppes of Adegarand, but under the influence of the pass, the wind becomes stronger and more powerful than the monsoon from the vast plains of the south.

The wind on the Himrad plain is very cool, even in such hot summer months. To the south of the plain, is a forest known as South Elmos.

It was on this plain near the forest that seven figures on horseback were heading south. As they were about to reach the forest, one of the leading elves stopped.

"My brothers, we've gone too far south. "He was the eldest of the Fëanor sons, Mezlos. He had only a severed arm on his right hand, and the sleeves of his clothes were tied in the broken part. He sat upright on his horse and turned to his brother behind him.

Everyone else stopped. "The woods up front are South Elmos. Some of King Singar's people lived in it. The sensible choice is to stay away from them. The elf's eyes revealed his thoughtfulness. He was the most ingenious of the sons, and his name was Currufin.

Next to him, another elf nodded. He was the most handsome of the sons, and he was Kellegon. "Why should we avoid these inferior gray elves, the Sindar elves should be inferior to us!" said the dark-skinned Calanhill angrily. A hand was placed on Calanhill's shoulder. It was a pair of slender hands, and its owner was a melancholy-looking elf, who was the second son, Magalore. He is best at writing poetry. In the eyes of the world, the only one who can surpass him in this regard is the advisor Dai Long, who is next to King Singh of Doriath. Karanhir understood what he meant, glanced at Myzlos, who was glaring at him, and said no more.

The two elves beside him did not speak, looking around. They look almost exactly the same, and it can be seen that they are twins. They are Amrod and Amras.

In the midst of the crowd, there was a creature that resembled a hound. However, compared to the average hunting dog, it is a bit too big. It was only a little smaller than the horses under the crotches of the people. The hound had black glittering fur. It followed closely beside Kellergon. The hound's name was Juan. Before coming here from the Western Continent, this giant hound was a gift from the hunting god Olomi to Celegon.

After reaching a consensus, everyone turned their horses to the rear and headed north. They had come this time to hunt in groups, as evidenced by the numerous blood-stained carcasses on their horses' backs.

"That's right, brother. "The reckless Calanhill spoke," said the reckless Calanhill, "and a group of later sons and daughters have recently taken up residence in my realm of Shaqari, on the other side of the Galien River. I don't dare to act rashly on this, and I would like to ask for your advice first. ”

Seeing that it was the first time that Karanhil had been so cautious, Mezlos was also taken aback. "I've heard of humans who have dealt with Finafin's son," he said. These people are likely to become allies, so don't expel these humans just yet, and see how things go. Karanhill nodded.

Juan followed them quietly at first, but suddenly it began to sniff something on the ground. After a while, he sped up and ran ahead of the seven, barking wildly towards the north. "What's wrong, Juan?" asked Callegon in a gentle voice.

At this time, Kellergun saw a man and a horse galloping not far ahead. When he looked more closely, he had a hunch: it was an acquaintance he hadn't seen for a long time. Juan barked twice more and ran forward cheerfully. Kellegun glanced at Kurufen. As if he understood something, Kurufen and Kellegong rode forward at the same time, approaching the figure. When they were only a few dozen feet closer to the figure, they both saw clearly, it was a female elf. That person was none other than Turgon's sister, Arityr, their childhood best friend. At the same moment, the figure also stopped, as if it saw this side. Excited, she jumped off her horse, ran over, and grabbed Juan, who was rushing at her.

Kellergun and Kurufenze stepped forward. "Really," said Kellegon, "long time no see." Arettir held Juan up with her arms in her arms, her eyes unleashing joy that could not be concealed.

"I ...... I've finally met you. Arettir said. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

Behind him, the other five brothers followed. Mezlos frowned when he saw Arityr. Caranhill muttered in a low voice, "Finnish slut!" at this time Mezlos turned his head and glared at Caranhill again. Kurufen glanced at everyone and immediately spoke: "Brothers, we have urgent matters in the fortress of Agron, and we must accompany Princess Arettir back immediately. I'm going to part with you first!" With that, he directly picked Arettir to his horse and rode forward. Celegon stepped aside, taking the reins of Arityl's horse, Aspharos, behind him, and Juan following him.

When they left, Mezlos pointed to Kalanhill, "Don't be open-mouthed! Would I still be here to talk to you if it weren't for his son Fingon, and my father lost his life because of his pride, and I don't want you to be the same!"

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The sound of the wind poured into the Himmlad plain from the Agron Pass like the cry of the earth. Looking north from the Himrad Plains, you can see the majestic gables. Look higher and you'll notice that the top of the gable is covered in white clouds. It's hard to imagine what's in the clouds. Where it was not covered by the clouds, a thick layer of snow could be seen, which gradually thinned from high to low, and finally disappeared on the mountainside, turning the blue of the rocks.

The north and south sides of the gable are cliffs, creating a sense of fear in front of a giant object. But the gable is gradually lowered to the east and west. This awe-inspiring gable wall is the Shimrin Peak and a natural line of defense against great enemies. Mezlos, the eldest brother of the sons of Fëanor, was at the top of the peak, somewhere in the clouds, and there was a fortress.

To the west of Himrin is the fifty-league-long mountain range on the north side of the Valley of the Terrible Death. There is a pass between Himrin and this mountain range, which forms the weakest gap in the Angban Circle. This was the Agron Pass, where Mezlos's younger brothers, Klegon and Kurufen, built the fortress of Agron.

The fortress has a dark green color as a whole, and its whole consists of a fortress in the center of the pass and a high wall extending from the flanks of the fortress to the east and west. The height of the high wall is about 100 feet. The end of the high wall meets the mountain edges on either side. Between the high mountains on both sides of the pass, there is such a dark green wall, which gives people the illusion of vulnerability. But it is clear that since the inauguration of the fortress, any enemy who tries to break through this fortress from the north will no longer have this delusion. Elite cavalry under the leadership of Kellegun and Kurjufen patrolled the plains of Lothlan, north of the fortress. Amid the hooves of the horsemen, the banners of the Fëanor fluttered across the plain. In the fortress in the center of the pass were stationed the brave army of the Fëanor family. The evil Orcs stationed on the plains of Adegarand will be slaughtered by this elite army as soon as they step foot on the land of Lothlan.

At this time, three people came from the south side of the fortress. They were two men and a woman, one of whom rode a horse together, and the other male elf rode on a horse and led a horse in his hand. A huge hound followed.

When Arettir saw the fortress of Agron, he couldn't help but be a little shocked. This is not the same as Gangdorin, which is more of a sense of tranquility. And here, you can only feel small. As he approached the fortress, Arettir was already imagining his future life. No one in the fortress would restrict her freedom, for no one had time to care for her, she could sleep to the sound of the revolution and be awakened by the sound of the trumpet, she could join Kurrufin's army and destroy the enemy whenever Orc's squad tried to invade the south, she could go south and ride the vast plains if she wished, here her childhood companion when she had something on her mind, and the bravest of the Noldor in the Fëanor family, where she could even find her mate.

In a daze, Arettir found that they had reached the gate of the fortress. The walls of the fortress have a path that curves upwards. They followed the road up to the fort and entered the south gate of the fort.

Arettir found that the fort had two levels, the inner and the outer layers. When they entered the fortress, they dismounted. Kellergun summoned an attendant and took the three horses with him. The squire had been staring at Arettir before leaving, with repulsion in his eyes. Arettir was being stared at uncomfortably. She quietly looked around and felt a heavy pressure.

"There is a deep-seated pride among the people of Fëanor. They were reluctant to deal with the Noldor elves other than the Fëanor. You may have a conflict with them while you live here. I will order them to keep their distance from you, but you must not provoke them. Kellegun whispered in Arityr's ear.

If the person who said this was not her childhood friend, she would probably be uncomfortable. But since she's going to live here, these little constraints don't matter. Just don't let her go back to Gondolin.

Arettir was carried through the inner walls by Fëanor's two sons and into the main castle. There were a lot of empty rooms on the upper floors of the main fort, and they picked a relatively comfortable one and walked in. "These rooms are for my own brothers. They come in at times. It's cozy here, and my army lives on the lower floors. The only people who came in and out of here were us and the attendants. "The room you live in is Marglore's." They haven't been visiting much lately, so you can rest assured that it won't have an impact. ”

After saying that, Kurufen patted Kellergun on the shoulder, and then beckoned to Juan: "Come with me, Juan." He left the room, and the beagle followed him. Only Kellergun and Arettir were left in the room.

"I didn't expect us to see each other again. "I remember when you were a child, you rarely played with your brother, but you loved to be with me and Kurufen. ”

Arettir smiled: "It was really happy at that time. Towards adulthood, our relationship was not the same. Kellegong nodded, taking Arettir's hand, and she didn't resist. "We spent so many nights together knowing we weren't going to get results. Kellegun said.

Arettir blushed and bowed her head: "Then I think I'm still immature now." Kellegun understood what she meant, and brought his face close to Arettir and kissed it.

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The darkness before dawn is always the darkest.

It's early in the morning, but the fortress of Agron is already lively. The noisy sound of horses' hooves woke up the sleeping Kellergon. He slowly opened his eyes, his long flowing hair covering his. He looked at Arettir lying in his arms, gently stroked her hair, kissed her on the forehead, and then left the bed. He got up from the bed and helped Arettir back with the quilt.

He was undressed. A breeze shook the curtains by the window, making Keller Gong shudder. Even in this hot summer season, the strong wind from the plains of Los Blue, which slips through the pass in the early morning, is cool. Keller Gong walked to the window. The candlelight on the window table was about to burn out against his handsome face, golden hair, and strong muscles.

He looked out the window, and the sky was still shining with stars, but the eastern edge of the dark blue sky was already slightly reddened. He gently closed the window, trying not to wake her. Kellegun sat back on the edge of the bed and looked at Arettir in silence. He pondered his delicate relationship with Arityr. He loved her very much, and it used to be an emotion intertwined with the love of a partner, the love of a lover, and the love of a brother and sister. But he had already given up his companionship when he was old enough to know that the offspring of siblings of the same origin would never be able to be together for the rest of their lives. But Kellegun was torn. It was hard for him to let go of the possessive desire he had for her. So when he lived in Amen Continent, he and Arritil maintained this relationship for a long time.

Last night reminded him of the days back then. But he knew it wasn't the same now. He was now in the midst of a dangerous Middle-earth. Even today, Berery and And, under the protection of the Angband Siege, have enjoyed a peaceful life for hundreds of years. He had to think more about Fëanor's people, because he was no longer the boy.

Through the crack in the window, Keller Gong could vaguely see that it was already dawn. He was puzzled because the early morning was very different from usual. It seems a little too noisy out there today. He seemed to guess what was happening.

Arettir woke up at this time and looked at Celegon who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She sat up, the quilt slipping down. Arityr's hair was a little messy, but there was still a hint of blood on her face. "Are you awake so early, princess?"

Arettir nodded, "I haven't adapted to the new environment here, so I didn't sleep well." She straightened her hair and looked at Kellergon. Kellegun stood up, poured a glass of water from the kettle at the table, and handed it to Arettir. Arettir took the glass and took a sip.

"Promise me not to leave this room for the rest of your stay here, okay?" said Kellegon, holding her face.

"Why?" she frowned, "even you want to restrict my freedom? You're going to lock me in this room and use me like a toy in your closet?" Arettir pushed his hand away, got up and knelt up, and slammed the glass of water on the table, spilling the water on her hand.

"No," said Kellegon, "my people, who have a great opinion of me taking you in. I just want to try to avoid contradictions. I can guarantee your safety if you stay in this room. There will be attendants who will bring you food. I will come to accompany you often. Kellegong put his hands on her shoulders.

Arettir hesitated, then nodded. As he nodded, Arityl suddenly noticed that his short sword glowed pale blue through its scabbard. Kellegun was also alert to the anomaly. Arettir remembered that Lord Rogue of Gondolin had told him that the blue glow from the blade was a signal of the approaching Orc.

Suddenly, the door to the room was pushed open. It was Kurufen who came in, and he saw the state of the two of them, as if it was expected. "Brother, get dressed now! With that, he closed the door and left.

Keller Gong let go of his hand, picked up the messy clothes on the floor one by one, and put them on the bed.

"Let me fight with you!" said Arettir.

"No kidding! you stay here!" shouted Kellergon. Arettir was visibly frightened by his roar and fell silent.

Kellergun put on his clothes and walked to the door. Arettir didn't say a word, but Celegon heard sobs behind him. "Wait until I get back. With that, Keller Gong walked out of the room without looking back.

Arettir sat on her knees on the bed, a teardrop sliding down her cheek.

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The mournful sound of the wind echoed directly above the fortress of Agron. In the north of the Lothlan Plains, as far as the eye can see, there is a dark shadow. Terrible shouts came from the north. It was the sound of the march of the Orc's army. The foul language belonging to the Orc was full of filthy insults, and no one wanted to know what they were shouting on the march. There were many galloping cavalry on the plain, and they were the elite of the Agron Pass. They wore golden armor with red cloaks behind them. The cavalry was gathering in formation, ready to defend itself against the onslaught of the shadows. The blood-red morning sun rises from among the blue mountains in the east, heralding the coming slaughter.

In front of the cavalry, Kurufen rode a white steed, holding the reins in his hands. The rising sun had already submerged into the dark clouds. Kurufin knew that Oak's weakness was that he would be slow in the sun, so every time Oak attacked, dark clouds would arrive. The Orc's army had reached a mile near. Kurufen saw that the army was spread out in a large area, as if it had blackened all the plains of Roslan, and as if the vast plains had been scorched by the fire. Kurufen believes that this attack will be larger than any previous one. Other than that, he seemed to feel that the sky in the distance was also stained black. Not the kind of gloomy hue that comes from the dark clouds, but a real bleakness. He didn't know what it was. It's not a big battle yet, but it must be Morgoth's foreshadowing of the big battle that is about to start, Kurrufen thought.

In fact, according to the terrain of the Agron Pass, several battles in the past could be repelled with the help of the walls of the fortress. But Kellegun had always had confidence in his cavalry, and like his brothers, Karanhill, he never had archers in his fortress, believing that bows and arrows were only useful for hunting, and that they were extremely vulnerable to battle. Kurufen tried to persuade him many times, but he never listened. After all, he is an older brother.

Kellegun also rode his horse from the flank of the cavalry array. "How's it going, brother?" asked Kellergon.

Kurufen looked at him and tilted his head north. Kellegun looked in the direction and realized that he had asked a stupid question, because it was so intuitive. However, Kellegun was undaunted, as he was confident that his elite cavalry could easily repel these troops from the ground.

Kellergun drew his sword, and by this time the Orc's army had reached a thousand feet away. Celegon, turning to his army, shouted: "Fellow citizens of the Noldor! Sons of Fëanor! We have made an oath before the gods in the blessed land! We swear to destroy all the enemies of Fëanor! We swear that the glory of the Elven Diamond will be remembered by the world! We swear that we will make all those who oppose us feel the fear of the raging fire! Today, this is the hour!" Celegon galloped back and forth in front of the cavalry, letting the battle cry echo in the ears of every warrior. The horsemen all stretched out their hands and clenched their hilts tightly, ready to unsheath their swords, "Now, charge! for Fëanor!"

Kurrufen blew the horn that had just hung around his waist, and with the sharp sound of the horn sounded the metal sound of several swords being drawn from their sheaths. The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the cavalry of the fortress of Agron began to charge. All the elves raised their swords forward and shouted, "For Fëanor!"

Kellergun and Kurufin were at the front of the line. They saw the leader of the Orcs riding a wolf on a boulder. He raised the knife in his hand, it was already rusty, but it looked extremely heavy. The leader's rotten, horrible face was painted with white lacquer with the marks of the Iron Throne. It was the emblem of Morgoth, the god of evil, their great enemy. Morgoth commands an unimaginably terrifying number of creatures, and his sole purpose is to rule the world and become the master of all life.

The leader of the Orcs raised his broadsword and yelled an Orc, not knowing what he was saying. The formation of the Orc's army changed suddenly, and a group of spearmen and shield-wielding infantry came from the army. The shield-wielding infantry attached their shields to the wall, while the spearmen poked their spears through the gaps in their shields. No matter what kind of cavalry team it is, charging towards such a long wall is tantamount to killing yourself.

The leader of the Orcs smiled wickedly, intending to watch as the pathetic Noldor elves lay down in their graves on their own. To his surprise, however, Kellergun and Kurufen leaped from their horses just as they were about to touch their spears, kicked their horses, and fell into the back of Orc's shield wall after flipping in the air. They pointed their swords downward, each plunging their swords into the head of a shield-wielding Orc.

The two horses raised their front hooves and stopped the charge. At the same time, the soldiers in the front row of the cavalry array also jumped up from their horses and jumped into the group of oaks. The queue of the shield wall was immediately disrupted, and the spears and shields fell to the ground. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the remaining cavalry fought through the breach of the shield wall. The short and obscene Oak naturally couldn't resist the impact of the horses, and was knocked to the ground one after another.

The leader of the Orcs looked surprised and looked around. He jumped into the crowd on a wolf and slashed with a large knife. The bodies of many elves were cut in two by him, and some of the horses' legs were cut off, and the people on the horses rolled over and fell to the ground. And the wolf under the leader's crotch is also struggling to eat all the living things. The soldiers he killed spurted blood, turning the Losslan Plains into a red meadow. In the meantime, he knocked down and trampled on countless Oaks. The leader's physique is rare among the Orcs.

As the situation became more and more anxious, the elven team slowly lost a large number of horses and began to fight with the Oak in close combat. Oak's body is short, but there are many of them. The cavalry ranks were slowly surrounded. Celegon and Kurrufen had already ridden back on their horses, using their horses' front hooves to kick away enemies who tried to get close, and slashing Oak on the flanks with their swords.

In the array, the elves died one by one. Some were pierced through the chest with spears, some were smashed in the head by Orc's warhammer, and some were cut off by the bloodthirsty Orc biting their necks. The ground was littered with the corpses of dead soldiers. Their weapons were scattered all over the place. Some were screaming on the ground, clutching their wounds. The white horses were also dyed a terrible color of blood, and let out a terrible neigh.

The sound of weapons clashing, the shouts of soldiers, and the neighing of horses mingled into a rapid music.

However, the situation slowly tilted in favor of Kellergon. Because of the long hours of training, the strength of the elite cavalry should not be underestimated. Skilful cavalrymen were sometimes able to kill several Orcs with a single sword, or at least slash them.

Celegon rode his horse and tried to challenge the leader of the Orcs. The leader also raised his broadsword and galloped closer on the wolf. At the moment of their encounter, Celegonian bent down, dodged the attack of the broadsword, and plunged the sword into the leader's abdomen. The leader fell from the wolf, but Kellergun didn't have time to retrieve his sword. The wolf rushed out a few dozen feet before turning back and pounced on Calegon. His steed was struck down by the wolf, and Kellegun fell from his horse. The wolf stepped forward step by step, as if to show off his might. It came up to Kellergun and opened its mouth full of saliva. But in the next second, its head was pierced by a sword.

It's Kurufen. He drew his bloody sword and wiped the blood from it with his cloak. "You've lost your sword, brother!" he said with a smile, and rode away.

Kellegong got up and went to retrieve his sword. Only then did he see that the leader had not died on the spot. He struggled to pull out a horn from his waist. Kellergon's first instinct was not to let him blow the horn. He flew up, but the horn had already been blown. Kellergun drew his sword from the leader's waist and slashed him.

The sound of the trumpet startled the people. They don't understand what that means. The Orcs stopped their attacks and fled in all directions. And there was a black oppressive thing in the sky approaching. Kurufen narrowed his eyes at the dark shadow for a moment, and suddenly shouted, "Retreat! Retreat! It's a vampire!" At this moment, he understood why he had the illusion that the sky was blackened.

Kellegun also looked north and saw many humanoids with bat wings flying in the sky. But the creature's wingspan was the height of an elf and a half. They have a distinct outline of an elven body, but their skin is dark blue. It is conceivable that these creatures were also transformed from elves by Morgoth. They were clad in black robes and had dried blood on their lips. "Withdraw to the fortress!" he roared. Kellegun knew that his cavalry, no matter how strong, could no match these aerial threats.

Legend among the elves has it that the Angband Fortress of Morgoth is home to countless exotic species, but only Orcs and a handful of others have been recorded in the annals of history. Everyone thinks that these vampires exist in rumors, after all, no elf has ever actually stepped into the gates of Angban and come out intact.

The presence of vampires in this battle proves something that the Noldor kings of all of Beleriand's realm are speculating about: Morgoth is about to start a great war. And for this he has prepared a lot of evil creatures.

The defenders of the fortress of Agron began to retreat, and some of them on horseback turned their horses and galloped. Some of them pulled their comrades on their horses as they ran past their comrades who had lost their horses. The rest of the part, at once, jumped on the horses that had lost their owners and also began to retreat towards the fortress. And some of the untamed horses have long been frightened by the vampires and have fled in all directions. The soldiers, who were unfortunate enough to not be able to mount their horses, were left behind.

The vampires flew noticeably faster, and as they approached the back of the line, the vampires in the front row landed and tried to grab the elves running on foot. Some of the elves stopped, turned around and used their swords to chase away the vampires, but soon they were surrounded. The vampires worked together in two or three, tearing apart the bodies of one soldier after another, and then began to suck their blood. Some simply gave up resistance, and were dragged off the ground by vampires, thrown from a high altitude, and thrown into pools of blood. It's like dripping a piece of fire paint on the seal of an envelope.

The vampires took advantage of their speed and chased after the team on horseback. They suddenly descended, grabbed a horse, threw it heavily on the ground, and tore the horse's owner apart.

Kellergun and Kurufin were in the end. Now the party has reached the bottom of the fortress walls. The gates of the fortress slowly opened. A vampire flew up behind Kurufen and stretched out its claws to grab him at the back. As he was about to touch it, Kurufen bent down to dodge. The vampire quickly turned around and tried again. Kurufen raised his sword, and the vampire died from the inertia of slamming his chest into the sword. But the force of the impact knocked Kurufin off his horse. The horse, out of timidity, ran away on its own. Kurufen resisted the pain in her back and stood up and ran as best she could, but she was already left behind by the team. Several vampires landed on the ground and surrounded them. The vampires bent down and licked on top of him. Kurufen wanted to resist, but was unable to resist because of the pain from the fall he had just fallen.

The retreating soldiers all ran into the gate. Keller Gong let the gate close. The soldiers on the ramparts began to close the gates as requested, and Kellegun immediately turned his horse's head and rushed towards Kurufen. As he approached, Kellergun pulled the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves and kicked a vampire unconscious. The other vampires were dispersed by him, flying high and flying around them, waiting for the right moment to attack. There are more and more vampires coming up in the back. Others just passed by and flew towards the fortress. The gate of the fortress was closed with a slight gap. Some vampires tried to fly in through the gate. In this way they crashed into the metal gate of the fortress, leaving a single ink spot on the glossy gate. The door finally closed. Vampires began to hover over the fortress.

Kellegun pulled Kurufen to his feet and climbed onto his horse. The vampires swooped down at the same time. They thought they were going to die here today. But death did not come. They felt the ground tremble, caused by the vampires falling to the ground. Kellergun and Kurufen saw dozens of arrows flying from the walls, knocking down the vampires that surrounded them. A trumpet sounded. Kellegun exhaled: it was the sound of the trumpet of his eldest brother, Mezlos from Simrin.

More arrows flew from the walls, sweeping away the enemies above the fortress. As the arrow pierced the vampire's body, black blood spilled in all directions. It was like a rain at the Agron Pass. A rain of arrows and vampire blood.

The gates of the fortress of Agron reopened, and two elves on white horses ran out to meet Celegon and Kurufin. It's Mezlos and Maglor.

"Come with me to Simrin at once!" Mezlos said to Kellegon.

Kurufen's hand rested on Kellegon's shoulder. "What's going on, brother?"

"War, brother. There's a big war coming. ”

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Keller Gong pushed open the door to Arityr's room. He's here to say goodbye. His eldest brother summoned him to the mountains of Simrin. He couldn't give her the promised company, and he wouldn't return to Agron for a long time. In addition to this, he also intends to make his future plans clear to Arettir: he intends to cut off this relationship with her. Because their future is so illusory.

But when he opened the door, he found the room empty. The quilt on the bed was messy. The windows were still closed. He saw on the table her uneaten breakfast, a quill and a letter. Kellegun walked over to the table and picked up the letterhead. There were wet marks on the letterhead, like tear stains. Kellergun read the letter and was silent for a long time.

"She's gone......"