Middle Earth was a plane where many intelligent races coexisted. Not only were there humans, but there were also elves, dwarves, half-orcs, orcs, goblins, fairies, trolls, and many other intelligent races.
Moreover, every intelligent race had many branches. For example, humans had yellow skin, white skin, black skin, red skin, and many other skin colors. For example, many people believed that the Hobbits were a branch of humans. Whether it was dwarves, elves, orcs, or other races, there were many branches. Some branches had already gone extinct in the long history of Middle Earth. They were stronger and smarter than their own race, and the pale orcs were one of them.
The oldest pale orcs could be traced back to the first era. At the beginning, they were a very powerful race. They were born with Combat Aura, and their Combat Aura would increase with age as if there was no limit.
Pale orcs were usually very tall, around three to four meters tall. As they grew older, deep wrinkle-like marks would appear on their skin. Many wizards called these marks runes. These were natural runes that would permanently increase a pale orc's movement speed, reaction speed, strength, and physique. At the same time, they would become more sensitive to the use of Combat Aura. They could also absorb free energy from the air to replenish their Combat Aura. It could be said that the pale orcs were a race that was naturally suited for battle. In some aspects, the pale orcs were even stronger than the high elves.
But for some reason, since the beginning of the first era, the number of pale orcs had gradually decreased, to the point that they had become extinct. Asog believed that he might be the last pale orc in Middle Earth. Even if he had intercourse with several races, including humans and elves, he still couldn't give birth to a pale orc. So he cursed the gods to exterminate his race. He didn't believe in any gods.
As the last Pale Beastman in Middle Earth, Asog was powerful and proud. He commanded countless Beastman armies and occupied the ancient kingdom of the Dwarves. He even almost exterminated the Turin Dwarves. But at that time, because of carelessness, he had one of his hands chopped off by a lowly Dwarf. This was the greatest humiliation he had ever suffered in his life. He swore to take revenge and exterminate the Turin Dwarves!
And his chance … had come …
A noble among the Turin Dwarves contacted him and told him the whereabouts of Sorin Oakenshield, the one who chopped off his hand. His only request was for Sorin Oakenshield to disappear from this world. What a laughable and stupid dwarf. Did they think that after losing Sorin, he would forgive the Turin Dwarves for trampling on his glory? No, these stupid dwarves, he would peel off all their skins and make their skulls into wine cups to wash away his shame!
Of course, he had to get rid of Sorin first …
However, Sorin, that cunning bastard, would rather take a huge detour and head towards the lone mountain from the deep mountains and forests. This made Asog very angry, but he could not think of a solution. His orc army could not enter the deep mountains and forests. Moreover, the orcs were good at tracking, not the orcs. The orcs did not have a wolf's nose that could smell anything, so even if he wanted to enter the deep mountains to track Sorin, he would not be able to find Sorin's exact location.
Just as Asog was about to lead his orc army to the lonely mountain and wait for Sorin to arrive, an unexpected person appeared … a human …
This human wore a silver mask and his expression could not be seen. He appeared abruptly and directly passed through the tens of thousands of orcs and countless patrolling mount wolves. He appeared in front of Asog as if he was on an excursion. The orcs around him ignored him as if he did not exist.
Azog was excited. He loved to fight, but he couldn't see through this human. Could it be that he was a wizard? Come to think of it, he had never killed a wizard before …
However, just as Asog was about to attack, the human spoke in the orc language, "Greetings, Asog the Blasphemer. I am not your enemy, and I am not here to attack you …"
However, before the human could finish, Asog had already raised his giant hammer and swung it. The giant hammer carried an unparalleled brilliance of combat aura. It was as if a giant mountain had smashed into the human and created a huge crater on the ground where he stood. The ground seemed to be shaking. The orcs and mount wolves around them all showed expressions of fear when they saw this.
Asog sniffled. He didn't smell the familiar scent of blood that he liked. He picked up the hammer doubtfully. There were only broken rocks under the hammer, and there wasn't a bloody corpse. The moment he picked up the hammer, the human was standing beside it. He was still wearing the metal mask, and no expression could be seen on his face.
"I said, I am not your enemy. You can try to attack me ten times or even a hundred times, but it is meaningless, isn't it? The reason I am here is because … "
Before he could finish his sentence, Asog swung the hammer again. A huge crater appeared on the ground again, but this time, there was no corpse or flesh. The human was still standing next to the hammer, unharmed.
"Don't interrupt me, okay?" The human seemed to be a little annoyed, but his voice was still clear and calm. He continued, "I want to form an alliance with you. I will provide you with Sorin's location, and prepare a …"
"Bang!"
Asog seemed to have a stubborn personality. He swung the hammer again at the human's position. This time, not only did combat aura appear on the hammer, but also on his body and eyes. Unfortunately, the human was still standing next to the hammer, as if Asog had only hit air.
"I said …"
The human lowered his voice abruptly. At the next moment, he had closed in on Asog and revealed a pair of human eyes from the eye sockets of the metal mask. He gazed deeply into Asog's eyes and at that instant, a domineering aura as though a ferocious beast, no, as though a ghost from the abyss of hell, made Asog's hair stand on end. Asog felt as though he couldn't move at all and would be killed by this human at any moment. The human returned to the side of the hammer and spoke in a calm tone.
"As I said, I will provide you with Sorin's location and prepare a battlefield for you. You can kill Sorin and his followers with your own hands, or you can destroy the entire Turin Dwarves. None of these are a problem."
Asog remained silent for a moment. He compared his strength with the human's pressure. After a long while, he said, "Then what do you need? You are strong and powerful. You are not my subordinate, so I don't think you will do all these for me without paying a price. "
"It's simple. I need your subordinates. These tens of thousands of orcs, at least before we kill Sorin, I need them to do something for me. I need them to help me eliminate some of my enemies." Sorin's face turned pale as he said, "That's easy. I need your subordinates. These tens of thousands of orcs, at least before we kill Sorin, are still allies.
Asog chuckled coldly. He picked up the hammer and sat down again. Then he said, "Do you want to attack the human territory? Or do you want to steal some treasure? I can tell you this. Other than the Elves, I will attack any place and territory. However, I need to know Sorin's location and information first because I don't trust you. "
The human stood still and continued, "Don't worry, I will not let your subordinates attack the Elves, nor will I let them attack any human territory. I only want them to delay and eliminate an army. Oh right, this army is the army of the Turin Dwarves that you hate and want to exterminate the most. So whether you agree or not depends on whether you still want to take revenge."
Asog's interest was piqued. He stood up and stared at the human, "Oh? Let's hear it. "
The human smiled and waved his hand. The pebbles and dirt on the ground were rolled up. In the next moment, these pebbles and dirt formed a simple map of Middle Earth. An arrow made of dirt started from the direction of the Blue Mountain and crossed the plains. It was moving towards the Blue Mountain at the shortest distance possible. In the middle of this, the mountain range of the Fairy Underground Kingdom was where they passed.
"This is the most likely direction of this army. They are almost entirely made up of Turin Dwarves. I don't know how many of them there are, but they are very strong. So I hope that your subordinates can fight them in these three places. The first three times, they must lose, not win.
Asog waved his hand and interrupted the human male's words. He laughed maniacally, "The Turin Dwarves' army has already been destroyed by me! Even if there is an army of Turin Dwarves, they are only militia. They can't be that strong. You want me to destroy them, right? Very well, I want to destroy all the Turin Dwarves! You can go back now. Once I destroy this army, I want to know Sorin's location and information immediately! "
The human man was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "… Alright, I'll wait and see. After your first battle, no matter who wins or loses, I'll appear again. So … don't be completely annihilated."
As he spoke, the human man's silhouette gradually faded and finally disappeared from the spot. The surrounding Orcs still had strange and fearful expressions on their faces because their leader … the pale Orc, Asog the Blasphemer, had been talking to himself, smashing the ground, and laughing maniacally. Had he gone mad?
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