Due to Saruman's early conquest, the Ring Guard team had to leave early, but Anduin provided several Dayun motorcycles marked with the slogan "Wind and Lightning", which were a few steps faster than pack horses, and if they set off now, they might be able to reach Mount Doom before Mordor sent troops.

After the Ringu meeting dispersed, Gandalf secretly grabbed Anduin's cuffs, causing the latter to be startled, and said secretly, "This old rabbit won't have any delusions about Lao Tzu's tender flesh, right? ”

Just as the goblin merchant secretly reached into his cuff and was about to pull out his Gauss pistol and make a few large holes in the gray-robed wizard, Gandalf coughed lightly and asked, "Mr. Anduin, what..... Can you sell the kind of Tesla arc gun you took out last time?"

I'm rubbing, scaring Lao Tzu, if you want to buy something, you just say it, if you speak a few seconds later, I'll destroy you humanely?

The goblin merchant rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and pulled out his cuffs, and said indifferently: "Sell, of course it's not impossible......

"How much?" Gandalf trembled as soon as he heard that the arc gun was not for sale, this item was also an undead old monster that had survived countless years, even if there was no suspicious family property, but some rare items were still not lacking.

As long as there is a price, then everything is easy to say, and the price is all over the place.

Anduin didn't bother to hide it, and said directly: "Do you want to use the arc gun to restrain Sauron's power when Doom Volcano faces the Demon Eye? ”

"Why?" Gandalf asked, reluctantly, having witnessed Sauron's séance being bound by a crimson arc of lightning and tossed around like a ball that day.

Anduin smiled and explained, "The reason why the Dark Demon Lord in your mouth can descend on the banks of the Huoshui River is because the whole body of the Ringed Spirit Knight is already soaked with his power, which is equivalent to a spare phone that can be replaced at any time, acting as a medium that descends across thousands of miles.

However, in Mordor, Sauron's home base, he didn't even need to use the medium of the Ringwraith to exert his original strength. You want to use an arc gun to suppress him, but you can only end up breaking Tesla's coil and dying. ”

"....." Gandalf nodded reluctantly, and the wizard silently turned away, his whole body slumped as if he had aged more than ten years.

His premonition told him that he would be severely frustrated in this trip, and that he would even be in danger of annihilation. Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that death does not get the value it deserves.....

So, Gandalf, who was determined to die and calm, took Legolas, Aragorn, Golden Bolt, and the hobbit four, and quietly drove out of the city gate and headed east on this drowsy and lonely night.

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War, war will never change.

Whether it is the fighting of primitive people with stones and sticks in the deep caves, the confrontation of knights wearing armor and holding spears, or the smoke smeared on the background board of the cannons of giant ships, it is difficult to change the nature of war.

That is, to impose one's own will on others - by force.

And this process is often filled with the bloody smell of pig iron.

"Lord Saruman, we have conquered the Valley of the Holy Helm, and there are civilians from all over the country of Rohan in it. ”

The strong orc general with a severely deformed face came to the white-robed wizard and bowed his head respectfully and asked, "Do you want to take them all? They can act as coolies for us to transport food and grass." ”

Saruman rode the white horse called "Shadow Disease" (obtained from the stables of the Hussar Country), and the sun was warm to dispel the chill of the end of winter.

The horse's ladder trampled on the green and yellow dead grass, making a slight brushing sound, and the white-robed wizard glanced at the smoke-filled city of Rohan in front of him, and slowly let out a long breath.

"Tell me, Wugulu, what's in our soldier's recipe. ”

Wu Gulu was slightly stunned, frowned (it was not easy to see this expression from his deformed face) and said, "Uh, fruits and vegetables, rags, mud, iron pieces, bones, and pieces of meat - rotten or not. ”

That's right, whether it's a strong orc hatched from the dirt with evil sorcery, or a licker transformed from a half-orc, or an abomination transformed from a strong orc, they are all monsters that can survive with a little garbage.

Even the cells in the abomination body still have a little bit of chlorophyll, maybe one day they will be able to produce a vegetative version and photosynthesize in the true sense.

To tell the truth, Saruman is worthy of being a senior researcher in the biochemical transformation of the low-demon world, and the only one who can compare with him is the snake uncle who "mastered the core technology" in "Naruto......

And the white-robed mage, after getting the answer from his subordinates, also casually twisted his long hanging white beard, and said casually: "Since you can eat carrion, what prisoners do you use?"

The strong orc general paused for a moment, and immediately felt a chill all over his body, even if the warm sun was rising and warm, it could not dispel the extremely thick darkness on the "creator" in front of him.

"I, oh, good, good......" The fierce orc Black Bone Lu, who liked to bathe in the blood of his enemies the most, was speechless for a moment, and stammered and turned away.

Even as he walked down the hill towards the captives in the distance, surrounded by the orc legions, his steps were staggering, and he almost stumbled.

30,000, a full 30,000 living people......

The innocent and immature eyes of the child in rough cloth were already painted with hatred for the orc soldiers, and the ragged old man looked calm, and whispered to comfort the frightened women and children, and a lame soldier still held a two-handed sword with only half a blade left, and stood at the front of the captives, accepting the ridicule and ridicule of the strong orcs.

"Mom, are we going to die?"

"No, it won't ....."

His gaze swept over the panicked, lowly weeping human captives. An indescribable sense of absurdity suddenly appeared in Wu Gulu's heart.

Long ago, when he was a half-orc child, his tribe was attacked by humans.

The stubborn human knight lit a fire at the entrance to the cavern, and the north wind howled to blow billowing smoke and dust in. The heat, the flames, the smoke, the strong orc warrior rushed out of the hole with a bone spear, only to be pierced by the human soldier who had already laid an ambush with a spear like a hare.

The tall, burly figure of the orc chief twitched in vain, and was thrown to the ground, filthy blood flowing slowly down the slope of the cavern, dripping in front of the eyes of the black bone land.

The sound of laughter came from the mouth of the cave, and it was the laughter of the tribe's adult orcs when they returned from hunting and grilled their prey over a campfire.

Pleasant, yet relaxed.

One by one, the remaining orc women and children began to charge silently, and all I remember was a female orc holding him in her arms, running through the scorching hole and facing the glare of the sun.

Immediately, the world swirled, and the cries rang out in the dark mountain passes, and the human soldiers laughed and rode on their horses, chasing the fleeing orcs.

Wu Gulu stared at the female orc holding him, he didn't know if it was his mother, there was no concept of marriage and parenting in the orc tribe.

Turbulent, trembling, Wu Gulu only remembered that he had been carried deep into the dense forest, the leaves of the trees rattled, and they flew out of sight, and the insects disappeared and burrowed under the yellow bark.

The horses were hoofed, and the two knights wearing feather helmets stood outside the woods laughing and playing for a while, and then began to charge towards the black bone land.

Straight, slender spears sliced against the grass, and their sharp knives sliced through the vines in front of them, as well as the neck of the female orc.

The big head landed in front of him, and the female orc's dull eyes were cloudy, as if she was asleep.

He only remembered that he howled and attacked the knight, but the horse was overturned by a hoof and kicked on the trunk of the tree.

Blood dripped down his head, his arm bent at a strange angle, and there was a piercing pain.

The human knights laughed presumptuously, and they put away their blades, "Let this crippled orc cub fend for itself." ”

This is said in lingua franca, Wu Gulu remembers.

What a nostalgic time, the orc general took a deep breath and sucked the cold, slightly moist air into his lungs.

Under the scrutinizing gaze of the strong orcs around her, Wu Gulu pulled a human yellow-haired girl past her and choked her neck.

Hateful eyes..... Is it?

Hehe, but that's it.

"Lord Saruman has an order!

The butcher knife was swung down, but it suddenly turned into the back of the knife when it was about to take the other party's life. Wu Gulu indifferently watched his compatriots unleash the excitement and joy of killing, and threw the fainted human girl into the pile of corpses scattered with severed limbs.

If you can survive, then you will take my life one day with hatred for me.

The wails that resounded through the valley were continuous, and the scavenging vultures that had come from the mountains of the field were alarmed, and they hovered under the heavenly dome in layers, waiting for a feast of gluttony.

Killing? It's just a number.

Saruman, who had witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties and the rise and fall of races, did not care about the noise in the distance, he was patrolling the legions lined up in a vast phalanx, his eyes were not sad or happy.

The head of abomination wrapped in heavy iron armor bowed slightly, standing still like a statue. The ugly, yellowed teeth were uneven, and from time to time there was a cloudy saliva that seeped through the cracked lips and hung down to the ground.

What a burly monster, the strongest trolls are barely worth a tenth, and even the tall treants of the Fagon Forest must be hated in the face of the abomination of war.

In fact, before Saruman attacked Rohan, he had taken the time to send his army to slaughter all the long-lived and peaceful treemen—ancient creatures that would not surrender to him, to His Majesty Sauron, were not worthy to live.

The war went on calmly and quickly, and no matter how much the enraged Treants struggled, they cut down all the trunks that were taller than the wheels like the most dedicated loggers.

"This is my army. ”

The white-robed wizard chuckled as he looked at the abomination that hung his head respectfully, and the silent lickers on either side.

"Yes, conquer everything in sight, army. ”