Ashg threw the wolf to the ground and let it roar menacingly, and Bang Bang went up with a punch.

It was a wolf that was larger and more vicious than the gray wolf, enough to carry the body of an orc like a horse.

Saruman knew that the Orcs had cavalry troops, the real Zo Wolf Beast Cavalry, but that thing was with Mordor Sauron.

His army had only just been established, and the natural structure was not yet perfect, with only a few scouts likely to tame the wolf with darkness.

"You take a team of people to catch those beasts in the forest, and I will make them submit."

Saruman stretched out his big hand and grabbed the wolf's head, and the dark power continued to pour into its body, and a roar of pain sounded, and soon the wolf's eyes turned red, baring its fangs, whining and growling, and its body was slightly larger.

Although he can't directly transform tens of thousands of orcs like Zhang Ziyu, he can still use the power of darkness to corrupt the beasts and let them be tamed.

You know, in any case, he is essentially a Maia, a god in a sub-universe, even if it is the most inferior deity.

Ashg used his dagger to pull open the rope that bound the wolf, and the tall wolf immediately stood up, looking fierce, but he did not dare to attack the orc.

He grabbed the wolf's head in satisfaction and said in a rough voice, "Thank you, sir." ”

Roll over and sit on the wolf, then quickly rush in the direction of the Fagon Forest, he wants to catch more beasts.

Ashg named a group of about 2,000 warriors among the orcs who cut down trees, and then set out to hunt the mighty beasts in the Fagon Forest.

In Middle-earth, primitiveness and magic are the themes of this ancient world, so there are many such powerful beasts in the Fagon Forest.

Taller than a wolf, a hairy boar, a unicorn, a troll. These are Ashge's goals.

The army needs more powerful helpers or slaves.

In seven days, an area about five or six hundred meters long had disappeared from the edge of the Fagong Forest, the empty black earth was exposed, and the stumps of trees stood ugly and lonely on the ground.

The cutting troops are still advancing, their numbers are slowly growing, and the nest mother tree is giving birth to a large number of compatriots, replenished by dozens or hundreds of soldiers every day.

The harvest of the hunting team led by Ashge was no worse than the progress of the cutting troops, and two huge groups of wolves were captured by them, and there were seventy or eighty wolves.

Coupled with the successive harvests, the wolf cavalry has already satisfied a team of 100 people.

It was with the help of the wolf cavalry that their hunt went more and more smoothly, thirteen trolls, seven hairy boars, and two unicorns, which were all their gains.

"Lord Saruman, the animals have run into the depths of the Fagon Forest, and continue the pursuit, and many of the Treants have been awakened."

The closer he got, the more the Treemen will awaken, and Ashg estimates that it won't be long before the entire Fagon Forest Treemen will wake up, and it won't be so easy to deal with at that time.

Saruman frowned slightly, and said, "You take those beasts back and ask for instructions from your master. ”

"Obedience"

Of course, he knew the current situation, and yesterday alone, there were more than a dozen treemen who had awakened from the felling.

In order to capture or kill them with their hooks, the cutting troops wasted half a day one after another, and if they continued like this, let alone mining in the Misty Mountains, they couldn't even cut down trees.

Ashg received the order to take the Treants and the beasts back with the wolf troops.

As the team moved away, Saruman, wand in hand, watched them leave.

"Only the great power of the master can create more living beings."

Saruman murmured softly, though he could corrupt the creatures, turning them into helpers of the darkness.

However, he can't create more creatures out of thin air than enough for such a large army.

Only his own master, the Great Dark Lord, could do this, just as he created the orcs in front of him.

"Roar!"

However, at this time, in the depths of the forest, a voice of grief and resentment sounded, old but majestic.

"Saruman! You don't deserve to be a white robe! ”

An ancient tree man emerged from the forest, his eyes full of anger, and the devastated land and many stumps that had been felled.

Every tree, a friend of the whiskers, has its own whisper and soul, and they have known each other for tens or hundreds of years.

And now, all is gone.

The Treebeard is the leader of the Treants, and now it's going to wage war to get these damned orcs out and Saruman out!

The sound resounded throughout the Fagon Forest, and in the midst of the tall and dense woods, the canopies swayed, as if the whole forest had come to life.

Tall tree men responded to the call of the tree whiskers and strode out of the depths of the forest.

They were furious, they roared, and then, like an army, for the first time in hundreds of years, they collectively burst out of the Fagon Forest.

Saruman sneered: "It's finally here, the orcs are assembled!" ”

"For Isengard!"

"For the master!"

The orcs quickly assembled, and they converged into a black tide and stood opposite the treemen who rushed out.

This is not some old and weak soldier, the high-pitched roar almost overpowering the mournful screams of the trees.

The treants and orc forces collided together, and without the slightest pause or hesitation, they rushed towards each other with all their might.

The tall treants were like tanks on the battlefield, and a simple ram was completely useless to them.

Even if the dark orcs are almost all about two meters tall and powerful, they are still a small man compared to the tree people who are more than ten meters tall.

They swung their huge twig palms and sent the dark orcs flying, and their spikes could even pierce the cracks in the orc's armor.

"Filthy orcs!"

They cursed at the orcs, thrashing them and grabbing them and throwing them into the crowd, lifting their root-like feet and smashing the dark orcs to the ground.

For a while, the losses on the orc side were not small, and the impact formation was scattered a lot.

"With a clawhook and fire!"

The voice of Saruman's command resounded throughout the army, and soon the orcs took advantage of the large number of men and tools to begin a counterattack.

One by one, the claw hooks landed on the treemen, hooking them deadly, and some nimble orcs began to climb on top of the treemen to attack.

Saruman raised his staff, and fireballs flew towards the battlefield.

The flames were the nemesis of the Treants, and in a moment many of them were ignited by the flames, and many more Orcs had already picked up their ignited arrows and started shooting.

The Treemen began to suffer a large number of casualties, and Treebeard looked at the tearing eyes, and he was extremely sad and angry, but he looked at the steady stream of orcs.

It roared, "Retreat into the Fagon Forest, where we will stop them!" ”

The Fagon Forest is a natural defensive ground, and any army entering it will be blocked and divided by the endless trees.

The power of group combat will be weakened, and individuals as powerful as the Treants will have more advantages.

Saruman wanted to win against them, unless he set the entire Fagon Forest on fire.

"Stubborn resistance."

Saruman sneered, he wouldn't light it directly, because he needed wood, but that didn't mean he was cringe.

"Step by step, I'll see how they dare to stop it."

Even if he slows down, he's going to take down the treants.

The battle of Fagon Forest was at a stalemate.

(End of chapter)