Zhao Mai led the elves to advance continuously, spending another afternoon and a whole night, and finally stopped completely at dawn, by this time they had completed a forced march of nearly two hundred miles, grasping the flaws exposed when the strong orcs moved their troops, and successfully interspersed in the fleeting gap. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

They have reached the southern part of the Eneride region. From here, due east, lies the narrow Rohan Pass, the narrowest gap between the Misty Mountains and the White Mountains with beacon towers. Isengar was close to the pass, and Ozhacka was not far north of the pass, where Saruman's orcs were most concentrated and heavily defended.

Directly south is the Eisen River, where the sound of the water is clearly audible. As long as you can cross the river, you can see the White Mountains as you continue south. It was the western frontier of Gondor, and several of the larger towns could supply them. Once inside Gondor, the White Mountains separated Saruman from his orcs, declaring that the "Fellowship of the Ring" was completely free from Saruman's control.

This is definitely not allowed by the white-robed wizard, and he will definitely mobilize heavy troops to chase and intercept him, and show his strongest strength. Not only the orcs, but also the humans here could not be trusted, and no one could be sure if they were Saruman's people or not. Zhao Mai can understand Saruman's psychology: he is also a Maiya, and he will definitely not be willing to be under Sauron. The desire for the Most Supreme Ring gave him the idea of exclusivity, and it was this thought that set him on the path of depravity.

The gardener dragon lying on Zhao Mai's back opened his big blue eyes, pointed to the west, and a sweet voice sounded: "There is a cave over there, enough to hold all of us." I also saw the underground river where we could have a good rest. ”

Hearing the news, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The elves are known for their lightness and speed, and no one has ever boasted of their endurance - this long march can change the situation, after all, it is a testament to the elven endurance. They were proud to have accomplished with both feet what was difficult for even human cavalry to achieve.

But compared to Tverdo, who still seemed to be at ease, the elves had to admit that the gap was huge. They supported each other, carried their own weapons, left their horses with their wounded companions, and followed Tverdo to the "cave".

It was an underground cave, and it was the entrance that Xiaohua pointed out. A few stalactites hung down, like the old woman's mutilated teeth. But the old woman must have a good appetite, after all, she was swallowing the gurgling river with her mouth open, and it seemed that there was never a time to be satisfied.

Glorfindale looked around and said to Zhao Mai, "It's really nice here. As long as we camouflage the hole, no one will be able to detect us. There are fish and shrimp in the river, and it is so clear that it is enough for us to hold on. ”

"It's not enough to just hold on. Zhao Mai said: "We can't stop, there are more difficult things waiting for us in the future." ”

"I love to hear that. Groffindale smiled and said, "This is my last war, and after that I will return to Valinor, where I will enjoy eternity and peace." I'm probably influenced by humans a lot, and I always want to do something more, and do something more, so that I can remember it for the future. Isn't that unusual for an elf?"

"Sort of. But don't lament life just yet. I have a vague idea that when the team is settled, the two of us will have a good discussion. ”

"Hah!" the Golden Flower Lord smiled. He asked Zhao Mai to sort out his thoughts, and then he began to arrange sentry and guards, not only to ensure that he could not be discovered, but also to discover the traces of the enemy as soon as possible. Let Saruman be anxious, scared and crazy!

Saruman was already furious. Human mercenaries and orcs surrounded the elven camp from afar at night, and then attacked during the day. When they reached the foot of the hill and rushed up the hillside, all they saw was neatly arranged elven armor, food, weapons, and other baggage, but there was not even a single elven hair. The human mercenaries believe that they have completed their mission to "storm the hillside and destroy the resistance elves", and demand compensation while looting the loot. Saruman had already planned it, and the order to kill the humans and blame the Rivendell elves had already been given. Moreover, the strong orcs have lost one of their original battles and have a great psychological need for blood.

The orcs glared at the humans, and the leader waved his hand behind him. The eyes of the humans, who were expecting to see treasure chests or money bags, saw only the black feathered arrows of the strong orcs.

"Kill, kill them!" the orc brandished his weapon and attacked the human, who had not yet recovered from the ecstasy of victory. The white palm mark was quickly stained red by the splatters of blood, but there were clearly not enough dead here to have enough blood to stain Saruman's emblem red forever. The strong orc wiped his armor, and the white-palm insignia was still sickly white, greedily wanting more red company.

When the Raven brought the news of the elf's escape to Saruman, he also suffered the same fate as a human mercenary. Saruman burned the dutiful blackbird to death with flames and threw it at the goblins who were eating lunch. The white-robed wizard's face was gloomy, and the black staff made a heavy thud on the ground. "Pull me up, you lazy!"

The orcs and goblins did not dare to delay in the slightest and turned the winch with force, sending Saruman back to the ground in the elevator. "Keep up the work and equip my war machine! finish it for me, or I'll let them go to war wielding your vertebrae!"

The loud sound echoed through the huge crypt canyon, repeated over and over again, and spread to every corner. Saruman built a dam, then blew up the river, opening up rock formations and snatching ore from deep within the earth. His servants worked day and night, using the trees of the Fagon Forest as fuel, smelting iron and forging swords. A steady stream of heavily armed orcs came out of here, gathering on the ground, ready to carry out Saruman's battle orders.

But the white-robed wizard didn't know what kind of order to make, and he had a hunch that he had let the target slip through his fingers. "Cunning Gandalf, savage Tverdo, and that Groffindelle, stupid! stupid, a bunch of blind fools!" the wizard's angry voice began to ring out in the Ozarkta again, and bursts of fire erupted along the halls and corridors like a fire-breathing dragon entrenched there. "Give me the One Ring, and I will be able to defeat Sauron and bring peace to the whole world, don't they understand? No, it's not that they don't understand, but they are selfish and want honor for themselves, a bunch of vile bastards!"

Saruman came to a secret room. The doors were locked with dozens of locks, no windows and no loopholes to the outside, and the room had nothing but a black stone platform. Saruman carefully lifted the black velvet cloth from the stone platform and looked at the black hedron of knowledge. Under the effect of his magic spell, the pattern inside the hedron began to move, slowly revealing the pattern.

"Come on, tell me where they're hiding. This time you have to obey the order, don't show me anything that is not relevant!"