This scream came abruptly and disappeared abruptly as well, as if it had been strangled in the throat while it was still alive. When Sheyan heard that, his heart trembled as he abruptly bounced off the elf maiden's voluptuous body. Following that, he heard another miserable scream!!
One must understand, the elves were hailed as the children of nature. When they concealed themselves in the forest, even the most brilliant hunters would find it hard to detect them. Yet in a short span of 3 seconds, the elven sentinel actually perished. What kind of vicious and premeditated ambush was this, to be able to achieve such terrifying results!!!
In the next second, like a tidal wave, orcs and uruk-hais flooded into this tiny campsite.
This was an exceedingly vicious ambush.
This method of attack was swift, vicious, and sharp. It was like a thin and sharp dagger suddenly stabbing forward!
The ambushers were orcs, uruk-hais and an uruk-hai leader.
Sheyan noticed that the uruk-hai leader was extremely tall and robust. Beside him stood a mysterious person covered in a black cloak. This person's body was stooped, wearing a mysterious wizard robe. In his hand was a curved magic staff. Elder Shawen Thornwood was already valiant enough, but under the suppression of this mysterious wizard, he couldn't display his might at all. If the elven elder's magic was as dazzling as the stars, then this mysterious person's might was as endless as the night, suffocating!
When Sheyan saw this mysterious person, he instantly knew that his journey in Middle-earth was about to come to an end … … .perhaps others didn't know, but after reading the uruk-hai's diary, Sheyan had obtained some inside information. For a long period of time, even after Saruman had lost his virginity, he had always disguised himself as a righteous white robed wizard. He even held the position of chairman of the powerful White Council. Because of this, his righteous identity determined that Saruman had to disguise himself, concealing many secrets that couldn't be exposed under the eyes of others.
Therefore, as a divine servant sage, Saruman utilized his formidable scientific and magical abilities, and created several clones of himself using alchemy and magic. He injected his soul fragments into these clones, and walked the lands of Middle-earth on his behalf. Such a strategy was undoubtedly quite effective. If it wasn't for Saruman's ambition, he wouldn't have exposed his identity.
This stooped mysterious person in front of them, was one of Saruman's doppelgangers. Although it only possessed a small portion of Saruman's strength, it was definitely not something the trio could resist at the moment.
Facing the elves, the orcs and uruk-hais charged forward without fear of death. To these controlled and savage creatures, death was a release and not a burden. Even though the Rivendell elves possessed formidable combat prowess in the forest, and even though their leader, Chauvin Thornwood, managed to cast a nature curse to turn 5 orcs into rotten wood, he was immediately struck by Saruman's doppelganger's wand and was paralyzed to the ground by a strange paralyzing ray.
In just half a cigarette's time, all the elves in the camp were wiped out. Strangely, after the ferocious Uruk-hais gained the upper hand, they didn't lay their hands on the rest of the captives. Instead, they simply tied them up.
Sheyan pretended to be heavily injured with a broken sternum and couldn't walk. Some orcs even took the initiative to carry him on their backs. That female Alida's arm was bleeding profusely, and some orcs even took the initiative to apply medicine for her. It seemed like they were very concerned about the lives of these elves.
Sheyan finally heaved a long sigh of relief, he was prepared to return at any moment. Of course, he knew that behind this abnormal safety, there was an even more frightening danger! But to him, he would naturally drag on for a minute longer. After all, he had a great opportunity to return at any time. Of course, if there was a chance, he would naturally rescue the elf maiden from the clutches of the demons. Listening to the conversation between these orcs and uruk-hais, one could vaguely make out that their organization was called 'Slave Catchers'.
Following that, they were escorted towards the north. In the process of trekking, similar slave catchers congregated one after another. The captured elves were of all shapes and sizes, there were even orcs and uruk-hais!
The orcs should be one of those native races, while the uruk-hais that had gone out of control. Due to genetic defects, they suddenly escaped during a mission. For the sake of secrecy, Saruman tried his best to conceal any information regarding the uruk-hais. Hence, he would capture or kill these experimental subjects that had gone out of control.
Worth mentioning, the one that attempted to violate Melody was also one of those experimental subjects. His genes were already on the verge of collapse, and in addition to Sheyan's heavy injuries, he was stabbed to death by a spear.
As time passed, surprisingly, not only was Melody and the other elves not violated (she was already prepared to commit suicide), but the elves were also well taken care of.
After another two days, the temperature started to plummet. Every elven captive was given an animal skin coat to resist the cold, and the orcs even had to eat the leftover leftovers. If not for the fact that every captive was closely guarded, they would have thought that they were invited guests. However, this illusion was quickly shattered by the cruel reality.
A heavily injured elf couldn't withstand the fatigue of trekking, his injuries worsened. Before he could breathe his last breath, his body was devoured by the lustful orcs. His head was chopped off, and offered to the uruk-hais leader. The uruk-hais happily sucked on his head, like a human sucking on a coconut with a straw …..
Their long and arduous journey lasted for two and a half days (Sheyan heaved a sigh of relief at the side. He didn't expect it to drag on for so long). Finally, they arrived at a world of ice and snow. This was the deepest part of the Misty Mountains. To everyone's astonishment, in this frigid place, the uruk-hais who loved to gather in small groups had actually established a massive settlement. It could even be considered a city. Large amounts of caverns had been excavated. From afar, the entire mountain range was filled with specks of black, like a bewitching white beehive. Massive, strange, and brimming with unfathomable dangers.
"Oh my heavens!!" Elder Shawen Thornwood couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. "This must be the rumored depths of the Misty Mountains! It's said that this is a place of death, one can only enter but not leave. But from the looks of it, this is the birthplace of the uruk-hais and orcs! "
At the core of this gathering place, there was a Mage Tower of a small scale built. This wizard tower gave off a bewitching feeling. The pitch-black door of the wizard tower was like a bewitching eye. Standing at the door was a mysterious wizard. He had already removed his black cloak and mask, revealing his face to everyone.
Every captive had to pass under his watchful gaze. Deep wrinkles crisscrossed the Magus's face, and his eyes began to turn turbid. He seemed to have entered the waning phase of his life. However, pure magic power surrounded him, and just by glancing at him, one would not be able to look at him directly, and would feel as if one's eyes had been pierced by him!
His strength could only be described with a single word – Unfathomable! But sometimes, knowing too much might not be a good thing. To Sheyan, the unfathomable sea was no different from a bathtub. This was like jumping off a 50 metre cliff and jumping off a 500 metre cliff, the outcome would be the same. Perhaps it was Sheyan's nonchalant attitude that attracted the wizard's attention. He glanced over, his shrivelled lips not moving. Instead, an aged voice suddenly sounded from his abdomen.
"Eh? Your body actually carries the faint glow of fate (legend level + 1)?? "
Sheyan shrugged his shoulders, bluntly replying.
"Hearing your words, should I feel honoured or humble?"
The sorcerer let out a hoarse laugh.
"To me, the creator of the perfect Uruk-hai, you, aren't worth a mention!"
Following that, the wizard glanced at Alita, his face filled with suspicion.
"Woman, why does your body emit an aura that disgusts me?"
He extended his shrivelled bird claw like fingers towards Alita's head. One could see Alita's entire body twitching violently. Following that, under the watchful gazes of the crowd, this woman's clothes rapidly disintegrated into ashes, revealing her naked body. What was surprising was that the surface of her body was actually covered with scars, but they were all old. It looked like she had been subjected to extremely cruel torture before.
This Magus's eyes shot out beams of light as he sized up Alita's body. Wherever his gaze landed, the blood vessels in Alita's body seemed to be forcefully protruding one by one, forming green veins on the surface of her body. When this Magus observed Alida's right arm, the pitiful woman let out a mournful shriek. Her arm suddenly exploded with a 'Pa La' sound. Amidst the splattering of flesh and blood, a sparkling and translucent hexahedron ice crystal flew out and was about to fly towards the sky.
In the end, the Adept pointed with his finger and froze the ice crystal in the air. Then, he tossed out a bottle of black potion. The potion collided with the crystal in the air, forming a cloud of dense black smoke that enveloped the crystal. After several minutes, the fog dispersed, leaving nothing behind in mid-air. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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