"What's your name, Zela One? That's not a good name, I'll call you Zela Two. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Zhao Mai let out a weird laugh, and an inexplicable smug mood was mixed in this laughter. "In the future, when you tell me your name, you will use Zeratul, and in the future, whenever I call me Zeratul, I will look for you. ”

The situation was stronger than the man, and the elf had no choice but to agree. Now that he had a better understanding of what Mordor's Black Foot meant, he barely saw a shadow when the lightning-fast punch struck. And the two arrows of the longbow, not to mention the skill, the strength and speed are indeed amazing. Someone among the elves can reach the same level in one of these aspects, and they can already be called strong masters, but it is extremely rare to achieve both at the same time.

But there was one thing he couldn't figure out. He looked at Zhao Mai's bow for a long time, and always felt that it was just an ordinary orc weapon, nothing special. After all, archery is not throwing javelins, and the muzzle velocity of the arrow needs to be supported by the bearing and explosive power of the bowstring. Without breaking the bowstring, there is a limit to the power of the arrow. The two arrows that swooped before were not like the power of an orc bow.

He told his sister about the situation, and she had the same opinion. "There is such a strong guy among the orcs, which is a serious threat to both elves and humans. The skills he used in archery were unprecedented, and he must not be allowed to teach them to other orcs, otherwise the elves' advantage would be gone. ”

"You mean you have to find a way to get rid of him?"

"Sooner or later, but certainly not now. The female elf pointed to the hellhound that followed Zhao Mai: "I can feel it, that creature is very alert, and it is difficult to find an opportunity to attack." Don't show obvious hostility around it, and continue to hide it with fear, or it will definitely be bad. And we have to get to the south first, there are relatively few orcs near the Nunn Inland Sea, which is more suitable for us to operate. ”

Zeratul nodded, his sister's thinking had always been clear and correct. A group of people on a mission in Mordor, more and more immersed in the pleasure of destroying the orcs, slowly forgetting the mission, only the younger sister remained alert. If it weren't for her reminder and persistence, she wouldn't have given up on the trap that killed everyone else.

The dark power of Mordor has made everyone more fond of fighting, killing, cheating, and having a sense of mastery, slowly eroding the hearts of people, even the Star Elves, who focus on self-improvement and self-criticism, and regard self-reflection and learning from each other as their credo. Zeratu lowered his head and pushed the car hard, physical fatigue was nothing, it was important to have food all the way, and it was even more important to have a clear mind to organize his thoughts.

"Do you think we can still complete the mission and find the lost Maia?" he said to his sister in a low voice, but the problem was muffled by the squeak of the axles and the heavy breathing of others, who heard no one but himself.

After the first Dark Lord Mirko was exiled to the Void, the gods (Vera) decided to send five lesser gods (Maia) to assist the creatures of Middle-earth, continue the process of creation, and play great music. The five Maia were both instructors and learners, and they were voluntarily sealed away with the vast majority of their powers, including almost all of Valinor's memories, and set foot on the land with the friendship and love of the gods for the creatures of Middle-earth.

They are known as the Wizards and Wizards, and they arrive in two groups, dressed in white robes (Saruman), blue robes (Aratha and Palando), gray robes (Gandalf), and brown robes (Ridagaste). After arriving in Middle-earth, Saruman and the two Bluerobes decided to set out together for an adventure in the Far East, but after a long time, only Saruman returned alive, and he said nothing about what happened in the East, and no one knew the fate of the two Blues.

The Star Elves observe the stars in the sky, search for an astral path to the truth, and stumble upon a prophecy. The vanished Maia will return to rediscover her reality with the missing Elven Monarch and put an end to the suffering of the world. The Star Elves interpret it as the possibility that two blue-robed mages may return from the East to uncover the secrets of a far, mysterious, unreachable land. So they sent three ten-man squads to the eastern border to meet them, and his ten-man squad was responsible for the most dangerous southeast, that is, Mordor.

He began to despair about this task, but it was only because he shared his sister's hope that he was able to persevere. The current situation is very bad, like the cart they are pushing, it seems that it will fall apart at any moment, and every meter in the form of the road seems to be lingering. If the cart was to break up, they would have to carry food on their shoulders and hands, which greatly reduced the amount of carrying. They can't go far, they're either exhausted or starving.

"Stop and rest. Zhao Mai waved his hand and pointed to a large stone standing on the side of the road. "I see that shadow is good, push the car there!"

Dusaud pulled the front of the car with his hand, and the slave behind him pushed hard, moving the car off the road and moving it to the side. Strange to say, as soon as the car heard it, it heard a wolf howl in the distance, mixed with the cries of other creatures.

Encountering wolves in the wilderness can be dangerous, especially for this group of slaves. Even if everyone defeats the wolves and saves the food, there will inevitably be wounds in the fight, and this wound is the source of death. Zeratul pricked up his ears to listen, judging by the sound that the wolves were ahead, crossing the road from right to left. Within a radius of a few miles, the only cover was the large rocks around him, and there was no other place to cover them.

The wind direction had changed, and the wolves were in a downwind position, which was not conducive to the group to hide the smell. Zeratu glanced at Zhao Mai secretly and found that his eyes narrowed slightly, and then his fingers trembled. Something strange happened, the wind was completely reversed at once, and the wolves became upwind, and it was almost impossible for them to smell the scent of the group.

At the moment when the wind rose, there was a pleasant smell in it, which made him feel like he was back in the woodland, back to the sparkling lake. How could Mordor have such fresh air full of vitality, and he wondered if he was hallucinating?

"Shut up if you don't want to die. Zhao Mai said: "Whoever lures the wolf over, I will feed the wolf! A group of fools should not be idle, start eating, and will be on the road in a while! Remember not to click!"

And he sat on the big rock and ate nothing, staring at the wolves in the distance. At that moment, the elven siblings no longer felt that Blackfoot was a slave owner, but a trustworthy sentinel who was doing his duty to care for and protect them.

The Star Elves do not pursue art like other elves, but rather pursue truths hidden under a lot of fog. The two of them glanced at each other, knowing that their intentions had been conveyed to each other's hearts, and then they took small bites of meatloaf and continued to secretly observe Zhao Mai.

Then they noticed that the car next to them was slowly recovering, and the cracked wood was healing, which is why the car has not fallen apart so far. But what is causing this? Could it be the guy who is keeping watch on the big rock?