How do you describe the sight in front of you?

The sky was dark, and the air was foul and smelled unbearably. You travel with your people to a distant homeland. You thought it was a long way to go, but you didn't expect a group of filthy and twisted orcs to attack you. And what is even more unexpected is that these half-orcs, who were nothing more than a mass of scattered sand in your memory, showed their incredible strength at this moment.

You've thought of some bad rumors—it seems that somewhere else, news of the disappearance of an entire migration party is far away. The people found only traces of the battle, the remains of Oak, and a few elven corpses that died miserably and could not be put together in full outline. But there should be at least a few dozen elves in a migratory party, which means they may not be where they are going.

You are not afraid of death, and elves are not afraid of death. Because death is only the beginning of another journey. There are also people of the same clan who have tried to track down the traces of the remains of the Oaks, and they have wiped out several large Oak camps, but the harvest is nothing more. And the westward migration is imminent, and some things that are difficult to find answers may also be abandoned for the time being.

But now, you feel like you've guessed why. And you find that the opponent's offensive has exceeded the carrying capacity of your kind—and defeat may have become inevitable. But dying here in the war is not much different from returning to the west. You're ready to face your end, but if you can, you still want to save your fellow human beings as much as possible, because you still have doubts about something.

You suspect that none of the missing people are dead.

And although the elves are not afraid of death, if they do not live or die, it is not a friendly end.

So you fight, and you're ready to fight with all your might. At this time, however, there is something on the battlefield that has not even appeared in your long elven memory.

There seems to be a flapping of wings in the air, and you can't hear it. But I can feel it. And the filthy Oaks in front of them trembled in this invisible sound of flapping wings, becoming manic and confused. Their speed becomes slower and their movements are no longer fluid. And you immediately seize the opportunity to command a salvo that cuts them down by a considerable amount.

But maybe it's not a good thing – because you sense some kind of omen. The next moment, a faint meteor from afar slammed into the edge of the battlefield, and Oak, who was at the heart of the bombardment, was killed and injured in an instant, and you briefly lost your vision due to the blazing bright light, and even your steady feet were shaking.

You see it.

In the center of the explosion, the core of the destruction. A humanoid entity wrapped in dark armor stood. You don't know what it is, but you're sure it's not human, and it's not an elf. An aura of power that overrode both of them diffused violently with the footsteps of the unknown individual, and for a moment, you seemed to see the power of the First Age gods, which was too old even for an elf born a thousand years ago.

But that feeling quickly dissipated – as a new sensation overtook it. You've seen a sea of bones, a myriad of strange heads you've never seen in your nightmares. And they hate it so much, and they fear it. Tens of thousands of dead people's grievances surround it, but they can't hurt it in the slightest.

How many people did it kill? How many monsters have you killed?

And this incomparably large slaughter has such a fresh fragrance. It's as if it all happened last month, or even last week.

The Orcs fell like straw before its eyes—into pieces, into mud, into the dregs of living but not dead. Even if you believe that these filthy and blasphemous entities deserve to die. But being devoured by such a terrible, distorted thing also subconsciously makes you feel a little unbearable, even pitying.

You're wasting too much time.

By the time you turn the mind, there are less than a hundred of the thousands of Orks left—fear and despair engulfing them, causing them to flee desperately in all directions with terrified sounds. However, their feet seem to be bound by invisible shackles, and even if they try their best to move forward, they are only standing still. And in the next moment, you see a red thunderbolt.

You've never seen such ominous thunder, crimson and sharp, yet as if restrained by an invisible hand, drawing a series of geometrically aligned lines in the air. And its trajectory is so precise, so neat. It pierced through the chests of all remaining Oaks in an instant, and roasted all but a few of the living mouths that seemed to have been deliberately left behind, inside out.

Most elves don't have the habit of eating meat, but at this moment, the tempting aroma and the desire to vomit and restomach fill your mind. All Orcs are dead, and you and your people are the only living creatures in the area.

You see it coming towards you, its spear of war based on gold, but patterned as if it came from a distant land that even the most learned elf had never seen. And when your eyes fall on the spear, the ruthless eyes hidden under the octopus-like mask, a little more blazing than the previous crimson thunder, collide with your gaze in the air.

Once again, you see mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, you see the white bones that spread across the field, you see countless deaths—unexpectedly, you feel that the other person does not seem to have any malice, and the darkness is even far away from it. You can't help but wonder if your mental state is normal, and the next moment, you are out of that fleeting illusion.

The clansmen are watching you nervously, and they hold their weapons even harder in their hands, knowing that the battle is over.

It's coming your way.

…………………………

Jiang Yu felt a little strange.

He felt that he was just a very ordinary monster, clearing a little Oak. And in the whole process, he also took the whole process very seriously, and manipulated the power in his hands to ensure that there were no additional accidental injuries. However...... The current situation seems to be a little different from what I imagined.

The posture of his own divine soldiers from the sky should be very standard.

It is up to you to ensure that these wood elves are not killed by the orc marauders from Isengard.

I must have done it neatly, and I didn't make the scene bloody - at least it was much better than when I faced the corpse mutant on Fiora, and I got broken bones and rotten organs everywhere every time...... And even if it is so dirty, isn't Zhu Wen, who is traveling with her, also adapted to that battlefield? But why......

- These elves all look like they've seen the Fire Demons?

Jiang Yu was confused, and the group of wood elves in front of him clenched their weapons, looking at him nervously and determinedly. It's as if he is about to rush up and die with him if he doesn't agree with him, and he should stay on the side of good people and good things no matter how he thinks about it.

He didn't even dare to say the opening sentence that had been drafted in advance—he was really a little afraid that as soon as he spoke, the wood elves would shout, bows, arrows, daggers, or something directly to him. It wouldn't hurt him, but it would be very embarrassing.

No, it's not. It doesn't seem that they can't hurt themselves at all—these wood elves have a subtle sense of order in their position. Like a sharp cone, it focused all its edges on one of them. And if the other party can successfully pull the bow and fire the arrow in front of him, then this arrow may be able to hurt himself.

He was silent for two seconds.

In the mental network, there seemed to be Zhan Lan's gloating ridicule.

"These Oaks are from Isengard." Jiang Yu decided to omit the opening sentence directly, and his voice was a little hoarse due to depression.

It was like steel rubbing against bones.

"The stronger of them are called the Orcs, as distinct from the weaker Orcs...... There must be a reason why you have been attacked by them. You'd better be cautious. ”

This seems to be a very shocking piece of information.

The faces of the Wood Elves showed disbelief, then anger and questioning. And the elf who was the first to look at Jiang Yu seemed to be the leader of the migration team, and even subconsciously refuted him.

"It can't be! Isengar and the Elves have always been friends. The white-robed Saruman is a distinguished guest of the lords, and it is impossible for him to be in league with these evil and depraved things! ”

"The dark forces of Mordor are on the rise, and these Orcs must have their origins. They are fully armoured, and some of them are more powerful than expected. ”

"You can think about it."

Jiang Yu didn't intend to convince them, because there was no need for that - the reincarnators were targeting Oak, and when the existence of the strong orcs was confirmed, they pinched the source of information in their hands. It was a matter of easy task to save this wood elf migration team, after all, the elves were not the same as mortals.

So......

He nodded, perhaps because he had spoken properly. The spirits didn't seem to be as nervous as before. Then he turned and was about to leave the place where he was supposed to be.

- "Wait a minute. ”

Zhan Lan's voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

- "There seems to be one of these wood elves who is different from the others. ”

Jiang Yu deflected his gaze and looked at the target that Zhan Lan was pointing at - after Zhan Lan pointed it out, he realized that there was indeed an incompatible guy behind this group of wood elves. She blended in with the crowd, a lifeless look, her hood obscuring her countenance, but still a strand of long, pale red hair dripping from her cloak.

This is the location of the connection between Issinger and Fengyun Peak, and the nearest Oak lair is actually one more.

That's the Moriath Pit, where the Firedemons are based. An ownerless orc kingdom is there, and the remains of the dwarven pit are naturally indispensable to be armed with all kinds of small weapons.

And the female elf suddenly raised her head and looked at the place where Jiang Yu was in the surprised gaze of her fellow clansmen.

"But it's also possible that they came from Moria—I've heard that the dwarves had been on an expedition to the Orks who had entrenched there some years ago, but they had gradually disappeared. There is a greater chance of something going wrong there than there is to Esinger. ”

The announcement of the main god suddenly echoed in Jiang Yu's mind.

- [Trigger side quest - Bring the Wood Elf Taurrell to the Moria Mines before the Rivendell meeting to witness the destruction of the Dwarven Expedition.] If you succeed, you will get 1 C-level side story, and you will be rewarded with 3,000 points. 】

Jiang Yu's gaze immediately stared at her.

"You think I care about Oak."

He said, "You want to go to the Moriath Pits." ”

(End of chapter)