Zeratul secretly returned to the Blackfoot Settlement. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info In order not to attract attention, he buried his weapons, armor, and all the pride of the elves in the mire. He caught a poisonous bee and stabbed himself in the face, causing red bubbles to appear on his face, then put on a ragged linen garment like a slave, put a chain around his wrist, and covered his head with a hood, but just showed a broken face that the orcs did not want to approach, and followed the caravan back to the settlement.

It was a very different place than when he left, it had quadrupled in size, and the gladiatorial arena had expanded more than six times. The Colosseum, a huge circular arena with a capacity of 30,000 spectators, is now the most popular place for orcs in all of Mordor, with the exception of the Evil Black Tower (where Sauron is located).

The banner of Tverdo Mordor's Blackfoot flies high, but there are some differences from the past. Under the big black feet, the original red blood swamp was replaced by yellow-brown dirt, and there were three mushrooms growing on it. The specialty of the legion mushroom has become the strongest capital of the orc leader Blackfoot, and there is no orc settlement in the entire Mordor that does not need the legion's luncheon meat bread. This kind of food, which can not only fill the stomach, but also does not spoil, and has a meaty taste, has become a necessity for the orc army to go out to fight, and even because of its stable quality, it has gradually become an "equivalent".

But with that, of course, comes trouble. Many orcs certainly want to have Legion mushrooms as well, so various actions have been taken against Blackfoot himself and his settlement. These efforts were thwarted, but it is said that Blackfoot was also not badly injured, recuperating in the tower for a long time, and leaving the affairs of the "crossbowman" Daryl to the "crossbowman".

At the same time, all Legion mushroom transplants ended in failure. Blackfoot is still the only one who knows how to expand the production of Legion mushrooms, so there is no more trouble for the orcs to trouble him.

Zeratul didn't believe that Blackfoot could be hurt in any fatal or disabling way. That guy's combat power is unfathomable, and all this must be some kind of conspiracy. Tverdo Mordor Blackfoot is one of the most dangerous people Zeratul has ever met, and his ambition is certainly not small, and this ambition will kill everyone around him one by one, but there must be no one among them his sister Thrandis.

Once in the city, he moved in the direction of the Blackfoot's tower, which remained unchanged. Compared to the tall arena, the tower is now small, dilapidated and old, and there is no sunlight all day. A large, lazy dog lay in the doorway, four orc guards standing guard, and six orc soldiers constantly patrolling the tower. There is certainly no hope for rushing forward.

So Zeratul lurked in a market opposite the tower, waiting to see if his sister would show up, and to observe the changing of the guard in the tower day and night. He found a barbecue stall and guarded the trash cans so that they were neither an eyesore nor an eye-catcher.

"Did you hear about it, and found another underground ruin, but it was still preempted by Blackfoot, and I had to give him a share. Why do you think he's so good at getting a good place?" the two orcs came to the barbecue stand, ordered four strings of lizards, and then said one of them while the meat was cooked. "How many spies do you think he's going to have to be outside?"

"Stupid, first you have to call him the Blackfoot Commander of Mordor, and then the question is very simple, because he is the Blackfoot of Mordor, and it was the Dark Lord who gave him this title, so he can find these places that no one else has been. The other orc was in a good voice, urging the goblins who were roasting the meat to speed up. "But he's good enough, so that new ruins can be found in the east place. ”

"The ruins are good, especially the elite weapons of humans and dwarves inside, and the armor or something is even better! If you find any treasures to contribute to the Great Lord, you can also get rewards and more combat opportunities. Have you heard, and the orcs have discovered a complete Legion mushroom, and as a result, they have received a large reward from Blackfoot, a whole set of fire steel plate armor!"

"It's the Blackfoot Commander of Mordor, and he lives in the tower over there. You'll need to pay attention. ”

"Hmph, it's better to worry about him than to worry about the rebels in the east! There are actually goblins who take in those escaped slaves and raise dire wolves in the east to fight back! Blackfoot doesn't do much other things, but the only way to build a supply station next to the ruins is really good, and it also takes care of collecting dire wolves and fugitive slaves, which is also quite profitable. ”

"Shhh By the way, there are also the pirates of the South. If you want me to say, hurry up and eat, and when you're done, go to the new ruins and grab some good weapons. I've heard that we're going to be ready to attack again, this time targeting the dwarves of the north......"

"Really? That's great! I don't ask for anything else, a machete that can cut through the thick armor of a dwarf is enough. ”

"A machete is not as good as a hammer, and the heavier the better. The orc looked at the muscles in his arm and said, "But not too heavy." ”

The two orcs were talking about something, but Zeratul didn't hear it too clearly. His attention turned to the tower, and Thrandis appeared and forgot what was around him. She is still dressed in the past, and she has not changed at all. Short hair, always dirty face, men's clothes and pants. Seradis carried a wooden barrel containing a kebab steak with no condiments.

Smelling the food, Reserve immediately stood up and leaned in front of Thrandis. It licks the hand of the female elf, then bites the barrel itself and takes it, pours the food in front of it, and eats it itself.

"You're still not going to let me feed you?" Thrandis picked up the barrel and reached out to touch the head of the stockpile. The dog makes a "purr" sound from its throat to express its impatient emotions. Thrandis smiled slightly, and stood up as he prepared to go back.

A familiar whistle reached her ears, causing her steps to pause. The reserve also raised its head and looked around vigilantly. Zeratul quickly lowered his head and reached into the trash can, pretending to check it. The reserve looked around, and no one was hostile, so it continued to enjoy the feast. And Thrandis had already entered the tower by this time.

She waited a long time, until it was dark, and then left the tower by dumping the garbage. As promised, she came to the passage of the underground fortress, turned to the right, and found Zeratul in the shadow of the corner.

"You're done?" Thrandis asked.

"Yes, I've done our job, so get out of here with me!" Zeratul said.