The dawn passed through the mountains of Ered Luin in the east, illuminating the land of Beleriand. The rising sun glowed blood-red across the sky as if it had witnessed a night of slaughter. The Adegaland steppes are now in shambles. Large swaths of grass were scorched and blackened by the flames. There is no doubt that this grassland will never return to its original state. Small gray fragments floated in the air. What looked like catkins was actually ashes left behind by burnouts. Now, the whole grassland is finally the same as Angban's.

The vast black scorched earth was covered with traces of marching. The footprints emanated from the foot of the Sangolo-Pyramid Mountains and spread out in all directions, to the places around Angban. There were no more troops left on the steppe, as they were now fighting the Noldor warriors in the encirclement south of the steppe.

In fact, by the end of the night, the siege of Angban had been almost completely breached. Everything happened so fast that the Noldor army had no time to react before it was defeated. Now the Oak could descend south unhindered into the vast expanse of Beleriand. Only a few fortresses are still standing on the enclosure line on the south, west, and east sides of the steppe. The Orc's army gradually surrounded the forts. Even if they don't capture these forts, it will no longer affect the Orcs to move south to the fertile plains of Beleriand, but they just want to wipe out the Noldor who had built a defensive line to blockade Angban.

Shim Rin is one of these fortresses. Shimrin is a natural gable. It stretches across the northern side of the Himrad Plains and is shaped like a towering wall. The top of this wall is flat and gradually shortens to the east and west. But the north and south sides of the wall are steeply descending cliffs. Its summit is covered with snow all year round. Mezlos, the eldest of the sons of Fëanor, built a fortress there out of gray-white stone. The fortress was built along the top of a flat gable. On the back of the fortress, there is a huge elevator facing south. The lift is entirely human-driven, but when transporting people or objects up and down, a weight is tied to the other end of the rope that hangs from the lift, the weight of which is equal to the lift's load, and then the Noldor Genie only controls its direction so that it rises and falls at a constant speed. This saves a lot of manpower.

To the north of the fortress is a platform overlooking the entire plains of Los Blue. If an enemy from the north were to attack, Mezlos's army could fight them here. Over the years, Simrin has taken advantage of the natural terrain to unite closely with the defenders of the Agron Pass to the west, and no enemy has ever been able to move south from the north. Of course, it is even more unlikely that anyone will be able to climb the steep gable of Himrin. But today this situation is about to be broken.

At this time, the elevator on the back of Sim Rin was carrying an elf up. The elf rode a horse, and he was Marglor, the second son of Fëanor. He heard a cacophony coming from the top of Himrin. Marglol knew what was going on there. Mezlos must have been organizing the defense of his soldiers himself. The Marglore Gap, where he was stationed, had been attacked by Orc last night. His warriors were defeated by the enemy's powerful onslaught, and the breach was captured. He guessed that the enemy would be the last to attack Simrin's fortress, as it was easy to defend and difficult to attack. After a night of fighting, Marglol thinks that Sim Rin will also be drawn into the battle.

The lift came to the top. Margalore felt a biting chill at the top of the mountain. Even in such winters, the temperature difference between the top and bottom of the mountain is noticeable. The two elven soldiers who had just been operating the elevator saluted Margalore with their hands on their chests. Maglor nodded and jumped off her horse. The two soldiers took his horse. He went straight around the fortress in the middle of the fortress to the north. He saw that Mezlos was indeed on the platform, and there were many soldiers. Margalore walked up behind him. "How's Shimrin's condition, brother?" asked Marglor.

Myzlos glanced at him and pointed with his left hand under the gable. Marglol looked down, and he saw the pitch-black Orcs at the foot of the mountain. Some of the Orcs were climbing the rock face with stone chisels. The soldiers on the ramparts lowered the huge rolling stones down the rock wall to stop the climbing Oak. Marglol felt that even if the siege of Angband was broken, the enemy would never be able to capture Himrin.

"Why are you here?

"That's what I brought with my brothers. "My defenders were defeated at the Margalore Gap, and then I led them back to the land of Kalanhir, Shagailian. I joined forces with Caranhill's army on the banks of the Gaylian River, but the enemy sent a vampire army to support the Orcs there. We were defeated. Caranhill fled with him and the remnants of my men to the south of East Bereriand. He should be looking for our two youngest brothers. After I separated from Kalanhill, I came to Shimrin to look for you. On the way I met the men of Kellergun and Kurufen. They had abandoned the Agron Pass, and now they were on their way to Nagoth Lund. ”

Mezlos suddenly understood what it all meant. After the fall of the Aglung Pass and the Marglol Pass, the enemy's army could easily ascend to Himrin from the gentler eastern and western slopes. The Oaks have more climbing abilities than other races. Although they could not climb the cliffs on the north and south sides of Shimrin with their bare hands, they could easily climb the slower east and west slopes. "As you say, the sons of Fëanor have been wiped out. ”

Marglol took Mezlos by the shoulders, "Not all of them will be destroyed, we still have the fortress of Simrin! we will defend this place and show all the races of Beleriand, and even to those Veras, the power of our Sons of Fëanor!" Mezlos looked at him and nodded.

At this time, the ground suddenly shook. The tremor came from the west. The two brothers looked at the western slope of Simrin, and as they expected, the army of Orc had come up from the western slope. In addition to the Orc, there were other things they hadn't expected that were also climbing up with the Orc's army. It was the footsteps of that thing that made the ground shake. It was Graulong, the dragon progenitor of Angban. It is now dragging its heavy pace to the summit from the western slope. Oak repeatedly chanted the name of Glaoron, making way for it. The slow-paced Orcs were ruthlessly trampled under the feet of the Glaron.

The shaking of the ground gradually increased, and some of the elves fell to the ground. Mezlos and Maglor held on to the fence of the platform to avoid falling. The snow on the roof of the fort slipped down in the tremors.

"Be careful, everyone!" shouted Mezlos.

Glauron was getting closer and closer to them. When it reached the top platform, a group of elven soldiers rushed in front of it, raising their swords in front of it. A soldier rushed forward, and Glauron raised a front paw to slap the soldier away. The soldier's body shattered into pieces and landed all around, blood splattering and staining the cheeks of the other soldiers.

Another soldier charged after him, only to be trampled by Grauron. The elf was trampled off at the waist, and a fishy smell poured into everyone's noses.

Then another elf rushed up. This time his attack managed to touch Glarous's body. His sword slammed into Graulon's feet. But the hard scales blocked the attack, and the sword broke, shards slicing across the elf's cheek, leaving a trail of blood on his face. The soldier looked up in horror and saw the eyes full of contempt. In the next second, Glauron opened his huge mouth and swallowed him in one gulp. Mezlos saw an eyeball roll out of its mouth, with its owner's deathbed fear in its pupils.

"Mole ants!" said the word from Grauron's mouth.

The death of three comrades shook the morale of the other soldiers. Mezlos also knew that if this continued, his soldiers would all die tragically in this once impregnable fortress. The soldiers who were standing in front of Grauron immediately turned and fled. Glauron let out a low roar and opened his mouth again. In its mouth, various fragments of the soldiers who had just been killed could be faintly seen. A flash of fire erupted from its mouth, and the next second a burst of fire erupted from its throat. The few soldiers who fled were instantly reduced to a wisp of smoke. And the rest of Glauron's side was not spared. The snow on the platform sublimated into steam in an instant. A burst of fire burned from the top of the hill in Simrin. Flames spread across the platform. "Stand back!" shouted Mezlos.

The two brothers and all the soldiers began to retreat to the east of the platform. Mezlos saw a large number of Orcs coming up from the eastern slopes of Shimrin. Because of the fall of the Aglung Pass and the Marglor Pass, the Orc army has now formed an encirclement of Simrin.

Glauron kept approaching with heavy steps, and they couldn't back any longer. Oak was attacking behind him, shooting arrows upwards in an attempt to force them back in front of Graulon. Mezlos understood that if they didn't manage to repel Grauron, they would all die.

Mezlos glanced up at Simrin's fort, then at the elevator at the back of the fort, then turned to Maglor and said, "I need you to take my army to defend the east, brother!" Mezlos said, "Don't let these Orcs climb up from the east!" Mezlos saw that the eastern slope was full of Orcs, and they were climbing up at great speed. Maglor swallowed in fear and nodded.

After explaining all this, Mezlos turned his head and ran towards the fortress. To the west, Grauron was dragging his slow pace closer to the fortress. Mezlos ascended to the top of the fortress, which was just as high as the top of Grauron's head. Mezlos stood on the fortress overlooking Grauon.

"You deformed monster!" Mezlos began, "and now the ants in your mouth are looking down on you!, what do you feel in your heart?" Mezlos held his sword in front of him with his left hand.

Graulong's claws slammed into the ground, and it smashed a crater into the ground. It lunged forward, its two front paws resting on the walls of the fortress to climb up. "Since you are bent on death, I will fulfill you!" it put its head on the top of the fortress and opened its mouth to spew out the blazing flames. Mezlos threw himself backwards and jumped into the trapdoor that led to the top of the fortress. The flames ignited his long hair. Mezlos cried, pain running up the tips of his hair.

"Brother!" said Marglor, looking from the east side of the fort. He wanted to go up and help him, but he couldn't. Because the Oaks attacking from the eastern slope have come near.

He didn't have time to pay attention to Mezlos's side, but turned around and shouted, "Prepare to meet the enemy!"

The soldiers guarding the eastern slope drew their swords. Numerous Orcs have arrived, swords and spears in hand, trying to slaughter all the elves here. Many of the elven soldiers were knocked out of the air after Orc's spear pierced through their bodies. Severed limbs are flying everywhere. The two sides were at loggerheads, and Margalore was surrounded.

Mezlos clenched his fists and resisted the pain. He threw his burning hair in front of him and used his sword to cut the long hair in the middle. He let out another heart-rending cry and threw the strand of hair on the ground. The strand of hair was quickly burned to ashes and dispersed. Mezlos crawled out from under the trapdoor. The blood and dust on his face were mixed together, but they couldn't hide his determined gaze. "Obviously, the ants are tenacious!" Mezlos continued to mock.

"Kill you!" Glauron shouted again. It slowly climbed to the top of the fortress, building strength in its legs, ready to deliver the final blow to Mezlos in front of it.

Mezlos slowly retreated to the southern end of the top of the fort. Now there is a lift underneath his back. He knew that Glauron was about to pounce on him. He was also ready to dodge at any time.

Glauron acted. It soared swiftly into the air and landed towards Mezlos. Mezlos immediately fell backwards. Such a move caused him to suffer a serious back injury when he landed. He felt his ribs break, and when he stood up, his back was a blur of flesh and blood. He spat out a mouthful of blood. However, this allowed him to dodge Glaoron's attack. Glauron flew directly over his head, landing on his back on the huge lift.

"Ants!" shouted Glaoron, turning over, "stop struggling!"

Myzlos scrambled to his feet, his consciousness blurred, but the conviction in his heart drove him to the final step of his plan. He suddenly charged towards the Graulon, sword raised. Glauron snorted from his throat, ready to claw at the prey that came to his door.

But Mezlos's next move was not what Glauron had expected. He suddenly turned and ran towards the rope that was hanging from the weight that balanced the weight of the lift. By the time Glaurone reacted, its arrogance had already cost it. Mezlos cut the rope in an instant. As the traction of the heavy load disappeared, the lift suddenly collapsed. In this way, Glauron fell off the cliffs south of Himrin and fainted. Mezlos also fainted at the same time.

The Orc army that had surrounded Himrin just now was suddenly in chaos. They let out a shrill cry, looked around, and began to flee. In an instant, they scattered in all directions and disappeared. By the time Maglor reacted, the Orc forces around Shimrin had all disappeared.

Glauron at the bottom of the mountain suddenly got up. The fall just now seems to have had a big impact on it. Marglor could faintly see just now that the hard phosphorus armor that had originally wrapped around Graulon's body had cracked several holes in her abdomen. It slammed hard against the gable of Himrin, but the rock wall did not move. It seemed to spit out a mouthful of flame in anger.

Even though the rock wall was charred black, it still stood there.

"You ants, I'm going to make you pay!" shouted Glauron. Marglore could hear the monster's voice trembling. He saw Grauron fleeing.

Maglor immediately ran to Mezlos. Mezlos slowly opened his eyes, looked at Magalore, and held his hand tightly, revealing a relieved smile. The other guards disbanded and began to collect the bodies of their comrades lying on the top of Mount Simrin. They had tears in their eyes, but they also had hope. Because today, the controversial sons of Fëanor have shown another miracle to Beleriand.

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The air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke. The sudden fire on the prairie last night had burned Adegaland beyond recognition. Fen knew that the sea of flowers in Adegaran, which would have arrived every spring, would not come again next year. This terrifying land is no longer the beautiful grassland he remembers.

Finn is now leading his own army in a mile east of the Eride Wesling Mountains. He did not retreat to Balard Ethel, because he knew that there were too many enemies, and he had to have an open terrain for his soldiers to use to their best strength. So he decided to try to wipe out the army of the Oaks in the steppe. After a night of fighting, he lost more than half of his army.

His warriors had shown a bravery that had been unexpectedly unexpected. He had an army of only 10,000 elven soldiers and 2,000 human warriors, but he was able to withstand the nearly 100,000 Orcs who had been sent to attack him. When the last Oak was killed, his army began to cheer. Amid cheers, the surviving soldiers began to collect the bodies of the dead soldiers. Fen Guoyun put his sword back into its scabbard and walked through the pile of corpses.

The cheers didn't last long, as they then heard a dull laugh. The laughter was low, like a vibration from the depths of the earth. Heavy footsteps followed. Fen Guoxuan's face turned pale in an instant, he didn't know what the sound was, but such a heavy sound must have come from something terrifying.

Fingon rode to his father's side, and he was accompanied by Hado and Gardo. "What's that sound?" asked Fingon. Fen Guoyan's lips twitched, and his eyes were lifeless. His pupils narrowed rapidly, and a shuddering breath crossed his throat: "If I'm not mistaken......" He was halfway through when he suddenly choked on his nose with a thick smell of sulfur, and bent down to cough while covering his mouth. Strangely, everyone in his army seemed to be smoked by the same smell of sulfur.

This smell seems to confirm Fen Guoxuan's conjecture. The footsteps gradually approached, and Fen Guoyu raised his head at this time and looked into the distance. A puff of gray smoke suddenly rose from the scorched ground between them and Angban. They saw a large, glowing figure in the smoke. Fengong beside him saw the fear in his father's eyes and became nervous. He waited expectantly for his father to give him his answer. Only then did Fen Guoyu pull out the sword at his waist again: "It's Gosmog!"

After hearing the name, the horse under Fengong's crotch suddenly became agitated. It raised its two front hooves and hissed loudly. The agitation seemed contagious, and the two horses of Hado and Gardo began to neigh. The hiss gradually spread among the troops, like ripples that suddenly rolled up on the water. Fingong immediately began to whisper to the horses in Quenya, and the horses calmed down a little. And the hearts of the people were troubled. In fact, they had long heard of the name Gothmog, the Lord of the Fire Demon under Morgoth, a fallen Maia who was led into darkness by Morgoth. But they had never seen it with their own eyes, nor had they ever experienced the fear he had brought to them.

Finally, the sound of footsteps approached, and a huge flame giant suddenly stepped out of the smoke. His entity is black, with blazing flames burning throughout the surface of his skin. He has two hands and a pair of wings, as well as a tail behind his back. He had two horns on his head, and his eyes were two hollows that sank deep. There was also a flame burning at the tip of the tooth in his mouth.

As he approached, everyone smelled a heavier smell of sulfur than before. The air began to burn hot, too. The soldiers of Fen Guoyun were wearing winter clothes that were both resistant to the cold and convenient for combat, but now they were dragged down by this clothing. Sweat began to flow from their foreheads. Now this flat land has become a huge furnace. Sweaty clothes stuck heavily to the soldiers' bodies.

"High King Fen Guoxuan, you have defeated the army of Orc, but you cannot defeat me!" said Gosmog.

He walked straight towards Fen Guoyu. "Protect the High King!" shouted Hado. Some of the human soldiers of his clan rushed forward, but the fiery steam around Gosmorg kept them from approaching. The steam had a powerful thrust that kept them at bay. Gosmorg laughed a little, and suddenly one of his hands pulled out a large whip out of nowhere. The whip was a flame that had been reduced to a solid form. He flicked his whip and pulled all the human soldiers off the ground at once, landing in the distance. A large cut was ripped open in their chests, and all kinds of internal organs flew in the air and fell to the ground.

Gosmog continued to walk towards Finn. As she approached, she felt the temperature rise gradually. Soon he felt like hot water. At this time, Hado suddenly jumped off his horse. "High King, you get on your horse first!" he said to Fen Guoxuan, "I must keep you safe!"

Fen Guoyan looked at him silently for a while, then shook his head: "I won't let any of you die!"

"One of us must die!" Hado interrupted him, "Rather than all die here, reduce the number of victims to a minimum!"

Only then did Fen Guoyu put his hand on his chest, saluted Hado, and jumped on Hado's warhorse. Hado turned his head to look at his son Gardo: "Protect the High King!" Gardo held out his hand, and Hado did the same. The father and son clasped hands tightly, but Gosmog was still approaching step by step, "Hurry up!"

Hado turned and drew his sword, facing Gothmog: "Sons of Marryhe!" All the humans in the army led by Finn stood between Gosmog and the High King. They held their spears and shields in front of them and demonstrated to Gosmog.

Fen nodded to Hado, then turned and rode away. All the Noldor elves left after him. Gardo followed Finn closely, for he would not forget the command his father had told him: "Protect the High King!"

Seeing Finn Guoyun's army moving away, Gosmog laughed, "You mortals are not worthy of being my enemy!" He tried to bypass the humans directly, but the humans caught up with him and stood in his way. Gosmog's smile vanished. He no longer walked around, but walked straight ahead. He approached the wall of people that Hadow had built. The steam began to press the wall back. Their feet sink deep into the earth. Some of them were overwhelmed by the intense pressure. They can't stand up anymore.

"Hold on!" shouted Hadow.

Hearing Hado's shout, the humans under him began to hold the arms of their companions beside them. The human wall was really balanced with the power of the high-pressure steam. But the heat burned their bodies. The skin on their faces began to peel off, and the intense pain made them scream. Gosmog came to the human wall. He directly raised his foot and stepped on it, and he trampled four humans to death at once. Their bodies were trampled into the mud. The bottom of the ditch touched and crossed over from this small breakthrough. Came to the other side of the human wall.

"Don't let him pass!" shouted Hado again.

Suddenly, everyone let go of their hands and turned back to Gosmog and ran back in front of Gosmog. They re-erected a human wall in front of him. By this time, all the clothes had been burned. There were some people who had a fire on their bodies, and they immediately threw themselves on the ground and rolled to extinguish the flames. But they were unable to stand up because of the strong air pressure.

Gosmorg swung his flaming whip again. The long whip instantly turned dozens of humans into wisps of green smoke, and their companions were thrown out because of the powerful force of the long whip, and they flew dozens of feet away because of the thrust of the steam. The human wall had now broken again, and Hado's soldiers were now only a few dozen people left. Instead of giving up hope, they regrouped, surrounded Gosmog, and slashed at him with their swords raised. At this time, Gosmog's other hand suddenly drew a giant sword formed by flames. The blade was still dripping with hot lava. He slashed his sword horizontally, instantly cutting all the humans in two. Hado dodged by jumping backwards because of his quick reaction.

Gosmog didn't stop attacking, raising his greatsword and slashing at the only remaining enemy in front of him. Hado raised his sword to parry, but just from the difference in size, it was not difficult to see that the winner of this battle of strength was decided. Hado fell to his knees, using the last of his strength to hold the sword, but Gosmog was still smiling wickedly. The magma that dripped from the greatsword dripped onto Hado's body, and his left hand was instantly scorched. He shouted loudly, and was crushed to the ground by Gosmog's greatsword. Instead of slashing him to death, Gosmog grabbed him with his burning hands and tore him in two, covered in scar.

"Mortals who don't think about themselves!" said Gosmog, grabbing Hado's upper body in his hands, and threw him out.

He wanted to keep going, chasing down those who had fled, but he stopped when he saw the River Sirian flowing not far in front of him. "I ......," his voice began to tremble, "I don't want to fight Uomu......," he said, turning to leave.

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With his army, he galloped across a mile distance to Ballard Ethel. There was a scream behind Fen Guoling, but it quickly dissipated. The smell of gunpowder in the nostrils gradually weakened, indicating that Gosmog was already some distance away from them.

When Finn Koh's fortress came into his sight, he saw that there were far more soldiers stationed in the fortress than he had left. He found out that these people were not his people, because they had the insignia of Nagoth Lund painted on them. Ballard Ethel is a white fortress that clings to the rock face at the foot of the Shadow Mountains, and looks impregnable. Some of the passages in the fortress lead to the other end of the mountain range, into Heslum, the land of the Finnish state. On the side of the fortress there is a spring of water pouring down from the rock face. The elves call it Ethelsirian. This spring is the source of the West Ryan River. The stream followed the base of the fortress wall to the south, widening its channel before flowing through a stretch of swamp Serich as far as the eye could see, and into the valley of the West Ryan between the Shadowy Mountains and the Creser Green Peaks.

As their army approached the fortress, Finn heard the soldiers all exhale deeply as they had just dealt with death. The gates were open to them, and just then, Finrod, the lord of Nagothrond, galloped out with a few elves on horseback and came to Finn.

"High King!" he saluted, "as soon as your messenger arrives in my kingdom, I will begin to prepare my army for Angban. At the dawn of dawn my army crossed the Serech swamp and came to your fortress. But I didn't see you. But I saw the Adegaland steppes scorched, so I stationed my army in your fortress and awaited your return. Give me the order to go next!" Finrod was followed by the generals of Nagorslund, Gemir and the Gwendo brothers.

Fen Guoyun looked at Finrod and couldn't help but feel a sense of irony in his heart. He sent messengers to all parts of Beleriand, but the sons of Fëanor, who together formed the Angband Siege, rejected him, and his own brother Turgong ignored his warnings, but the Elven King, who seemed to him the most pampered in the far south, was the only one to answer his call.

"Let's go back first!" said Fen Guoyu.

Finrod returned to the gates of Ballard Ethel with Finn and his army. The soldiers of Finrod stationed in the fortress took their horses away and handed them a lot of water. They were indeed thirsty after a night of struggle. As usual, the water was drawn from Ethelsirion. Whenever the warriors of the Finnish kingdom triumphed, the other defenders would prepare the water of the West Ryan River to comfort them.

Finrod rolled over and dismounted at the gate, then walked up to Finn and helped him off his horse. This was not because of Fin's old age and inconvenience in getting off and off his horse, but because of Finrod's respect for the High King. After all, elves are never too old to move. At a certain age, they stop aging completely.

When Finn came to his horse, he immediately said to Finrod: "When my men were fighting on the Adegaland meadows last night, did you hear anything from other parts of the Angband Siege?"

The handsome Finrod shook his head and behaved elegantly and easily: "I only received news from my second brother. He reported to me that the valley of the West Ryan that he was guarding had not yet been attacked by the Orc. The rest of the country has been cut off from us. Especially my other two younger brothers, Angrod and Agnor. They should have sent a messenger from Dosonian to report the situation. After all, with such a large-scale attack, they must have also been affected. ”

Fen Guoyu gasped, what he had just seen was still vivid. It was Gosmog, the Lord of the Flame Demons, the most powerful lieutenant of Morgoth and the commander of the Orc's army. He guessed that Hado had now been killed. He didn't dare to think about it. "I saw it all on the walls just now. "The sentry said he saw the flame monster kill the fighting humans, but for unknown reasons he didn't chase after him. ”

Finrod's words confirmed Finn Guoyi's conjecture. "That's Gothmog, one of Morgoth's lieutenants. He was originally a Maia, but fell to the side of evil. "In addition to the Orcs, vampires, and wolves, there are also gods like Gosmog who have thrown themselves on the enemy. His other lieutenant was also Maia, the sorcerer Sauron. ”

"News came from the east that a huge talking lizard monster had appeared on the front of the sons of Fëanor. Finrod suppressed the surprise in his heart and said.

Fingon suddenly spoke: "That's the Golden Dragon Graulong. I fought it when it wasn't fully developed. How's the situation on the Eastern Front?Did Myzlos hold East Bereriand?" Finrod looked at him, knowing why he was so anxious. Because Fingon and Mezlos were like brothers before.

"Himrin is holding on, and Mezlos and Maglor are rebuilding there. But Kellergon, Kurjufen, and Caranhill fled with their men to the south. Finrod said.

Fingon nodded. He was relieved to hear the news that Myzlos was safe.

"Whether it's the Fire Demon King Gosdemon, the Golden Dragon Graulon, or the Sorcerer Sauron, their strength is too strong. I haven't heard of anyone seeing Sauron on the battlefield yet. We have to be careful. "I think Morgoth will attack Ballard Ethel next, because although he has opened many roads south to Beleriand, he still has to pass through the Shadow Mountains to invade all of Heathlum." So if you want, I need your army to stay here, Finrod. ”

The son of Finafin looked at Fen Guoxuan, bent down gracefully, and said, "I should obey the request of the High King. But on my way here, I passed through Minas Tirith on the River Sirian. My second brother is also worried that he will be Morgoth's next target. Finrod turned to look behind him at the generals, Gemir and the Gwendo brothers, his most reliable close bodyguards. Then he spoke to the High King, "I cannot stay for myself, for my brother will surely want my company when Minas Tirith is under siege. But I can leave Gaimir and my army. Gemir is my most trusted general, and he will lead my army to hold the fortress for you. I must depart for Minas Tirith on the same day. All I need is the protection of Gwendo and a few soldiers. ”

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As the golden dawn poured into the mist-shrouded swamp of Serikh, Finrod and his escort arrived just in time. They set out yesterday morning from the fortress in Finland and drifted along the West Ryan River by water. The team consisted of five men, in addition to Finrod and Gwendo, and three soldiers he had chosen. Finrod left all of his own army in Balad Ethel because they all believed that there would still be an attack. And he was on his way to the territory of his second brother Olodris.

Olodris guards Tyriz, the defender of Taminas. The tower is located on an isolated island. The island is called Torsirian, and it is formed by the accumulation of water in the valley section of the upper reaches of the West Ryan River. The valley stretches from the Serich Marshes in the north to the Bullithiach Ferry in the south, and is completely sandwiched between the east and west mountain ranges. They are the Shadow Mountains and the Ring of Aehorias.

The water of the West Ryan River began to be dispersed by muddy silt after flowing into the marshland. This is forming the Serech Marsh. In the early hours of such a winter morning, the swamp is always filled with a thick fog. The West Ryan River is at the other end of the marsh, as the constriction of the mountains on both sides rejoins into a strong current, forming the West Ryan Valley.

Their ship ran aground in the swamp. They would then trek through the Serikh Marshes on foot, and then walk less than a day's waterway to the shore at Torsirian. The three accompanying soldiers carried the two canoes they had been travelling in earlier. Their feet dug deep into the mud, making several successive series of footprints. The muddy water splashed from the ground as a result of the stampede, sticking to everyone's bodies and faces. Even Finrod's blonde hair was stained with mud.

Because of the thick fog, they didn't go very fast. The rising sun was not too effective at diluting the clammy mist. By midday, the fog had finally lightened. They saw many jet-black stone statues in the swamp. These stone statues resemble the appearance of unclothed elves. Their faces are all very attractive, even if they are clearly male-shaped. The "elves" had two sharp canine teeth on their upper lips and wings on their backs, which were as tattered as if they had been devastated. The male figures are slender but have strong muscles, the kind of appearance that can make women reverie infinitely, and their huge pillars can be seen from the crotch, while the female ones are graceful, each concave and convex curve reveals beauty, and the pair of straight breasts undulates like peaks, which fascinate the men.

The appearance reminded them of the terrifying vampires of Morgoth's men. Led by the sorcerer Sauron, these creatures represent the strongest bloodlust and the hungriest desires.

"When we passed by a few days ago, we didn't have these statues, did we?" said Finrod.

Gwendo nodded. He didn't remember seeing any of these seductive-looking figures. They approached a stone statue and looked at the lifelike eyes. For a moment, Finrod even felt that the sculptures were alive. A soldier reached out and touched the stone's sexy lips. The statue's eyes suddenly moved, and she bit the soldier's finger and bit it off. She flapped her wings and flew into the sky.

"It's the vampire who has transformed into those statues!" Finrod shouted to the soldier's screams.

Everyone else began to pull back, and the soldier whose finger had been bitten off fell to his knees, covering his wounds, and screaming feebly for pain. The vampire who flew into the sky turned and flew down, and the soldier tried to draw his sword in pain, but it was too late. The vampire trampled his sword-drawn hand with one foot, straddled his shoulder with the other, and the soldier's head was tightly controlled by her legs. The vampire then used the weight of his body to push the soldier to the ground.

Gwendo tried to save him, but around them, more vampires woke up. The vampires hovered above them, looking for an opportunity to attack, and they used their swords to try to keep the vampires out of their reach.

And the soldiers just now were not so lucky. After being pushed to the ground, he lay on the ground and vomited frantically, not knowing what disgusting smell was between the vampire's legs. His face was buried in the mud, and his expression was a little dazed. In addition to the vampire just now, more people surrounded it. They pressed him to the ground and tore every inch of his clothes. Unknown monsters surrounded him tightly, licking his body with their tongues. It wasn't long before the fangs in those mouths bit every inch of his skin, sucking his blood.

After a while, the screams stopped abruptly, and the vampires scattered to join those hovering in the sky, leaving only a scarred corpse on the ground, with no trace of life to be seen. Finrod was frightened by the situation. He understood the fact that they had been ambushed by the sorcerer Sauron.

"Don't kill them all, Ringwehill. It's been a long time since you've lived an elf to take a good breath!" There was a soft voice in the air. Although it was a male voice, Finrod almost mistook it for a woman's voice.

In front of them, a puff of black smoke appeared, and soon the black smoke condensed into a human figure draped in a black cloak. The man's face was pale, his face was cold and bewitching, and he also had two fangs on his mouth, and there were traces of blood. The first female vampire to start the activity just now flew in front of him and landed: "I'll leave you a plaything, dear Zoro. "But let's kill as much as we want!"

Zoro laughed, leaning in and biting down on the cheek of Sulinger Hill. Red-black blood spilled from under Zoro's lips, and the female vampire looked like she was enjoying herself. They don't seem to care about the elves surrounded by vampires. Sauronson spoke, leaving a deep bite mark on the side of Ringwehill's face. Black blood continues to drip from there. "Just keep one of them. Zoro said.

He suddenly disappeared in place, and Su Lingweishire smiled slightly. In the next moment, the dark shadow of Sauron appeared next to Finrod, stabbing another soldier to death with a dagger. Another soldier took two steps forward and slashed Sauron with his sword, and he turned into a puff of black smoke and dispersed. Sulinger swooped down quickly, grabbed the soldier by the hair with her seductive feet, and pulled him up. The soldier screamed and was taken up to the sky. Ringway Hill threw him from a high altitude and threw him into a pool of blood. A few vampires from the sky flew down and began to lick and suck the blood on the ground.

When Sauron tried to appear again to assassinate Gwendo, Gwendo didn't give him the opportunity. He reacted deftly and stabbed him directly with his sword. Sauron's cheek was scratched by him, and he had to turn back into black smoke and manifest himself dozens of feet away. He wiped the blood from his face with his hands, licked it clean with his mouth, and looked at them angrily. He waved his hand, and the vampires around him gathered around him to attack Finrod and Gwendo. Just then, a burst of arrows came from the side, knocking most of the vampires in the air down.

Finrod looked northeast and saw an army of humans and elves. He saw that the elves were the children of his brothers, Angrod and Agnor, and that the humans belonged to the Beo family. Sauron suddenly said in a deep voice, "King Finrod, one day, you will still fall into my hands. When the time comes, you'll beg me to kill you. ”

The army surrounded them, and the vampires flew high into the air and scattered. Zoro turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared, and Sulinger finally flew into the sky. Balahir, the human who led these armies, stepped forward: "King Finrod, I am Balahir, the patriarch of the Beo family. I brought news from Dosunian. Two of your younger brothers died there, fighting the Orc until the last moment. He said, "I saw you besieged on the heights of Dosonion, and went to their garrison to reassemble the elven soldiers of Angrod and Agnor, to rescue you from the siege. ”

When Finrod heard the news of the death of his two younger brothers, tears flashed in his eyes. But he quickly hid the expression in his eyes. No one noticed the small change in mood. "Then my brothers died as they deserved. Balahiel, of the Beo family, thank you for your rescue. I am now on my way to Minas Tirith, where I need the help of your people. ”

Balahir smiled, shook his head, and said, "I cannot refuse the king's kindness, but Dosonian is the place where we once lived, and we cannot give up guarding it, and we cannot allow it to be poisoned by the Orcs. My people and I will go back to the woods of those highlands to live in seclusion. Take the people of Angrod and Agnor to Minas Tirith!"

Hearing him say this, Finrod took off a ring from his hand, which contained two snakes, a crown of golden flowers, one mouth open upward, and the other spitting downwards. Two snakes surround a green gem. "Then this ring, take it as my promise. In return for the support of human Balahir. If he and his descendants need it, just come to me with this ring, and I will do everything I can to achieve it for him!"

Some people say that the course of history is like a wheel, the wheel rolls forward, and countless particles of dust are lifted by the wheel and involved in the coincidence that belongs to it. But at this time, Finrod did not know what kind of ending such a promise would take him.