After crossing the pack of wolves, the road ahead was not blocked for the time being. But Zhao Mai did not dare to take it lightly at all, because Saruman would definitely not give up, and Zoro would not. There might be greater and more evil waiting for them in front.

Therefore, seeing Grofindale and the 100 elves under his command made the president breathe a sigh of relief. It can be seen that the elves have experienced many fierce battles, with blood stains on their armor and weapons, and fatigue and sorrow between their eyebrows. Even when facing orcs, even when fighting against evil, they will be saddened by the passing of their lives.

"You didn't encounter any trouble along the way, did you?" Grofindale looked up and down at the knights on the two horses. "Two days ago, a team of wolves passed through our northeast, and our horses were basically lost. Therefore, they could not catch up. They could only pray in their hearts that you are safe and sound."

"The wolf did not cause us much trouble. Gandalf forced them back with his light." Zhao Mai replied.

Grofindale looked at "Gandalf", and the smile on his lips was more relieved and praised. Although Elladan is over two thousand years old, in the eyes of Lord Golden Flower, he is still a young child. "Come on, come and have a rest first. After all, you have been traveling a long distance for a long time."

The elves' camp was on a small hill, and there was a clear spring on the top of the mountain. Although the water was not much, it tasted sweet and still gushed slowly in the cold wind of winter. The spring water flew along the cracks of the rocks from the cliff on one side of the mountain, and turned into a faint icy mist in the air. I don't know who built a circle of stone pillars on the top of the mountain. I guess he wanted to build a pavilion here, or there was a pavilion here in the past, or even a warning stone tower. However, time slowly passed, taking away the secrets here, leaving only mottled pillars. This place was protected by Grofindale's magic, and from a distance, you can only see the ruins or clouds. Even if a crow flew by in the sky, you can't see the real situation.

The elves arranged several tents at the foot of the mountain for rest. This was not prepared for themselves. The elves only needed meditation to rest, unlike humans, and needed to fall asleep. Grofindale was an excellent general and naturally knew the importance of maintaining good relations with the surrounding villages. He showed the orcs he had eliminated to the villagers, so he received help from humans. Some villages and towns would send them food and medicine, and more importantly, wooden poles, feathers, glue and metal arrows. With the help of tools, the elves could maintain combat consumption. These tents were prepared for the human villagers who could not return before dark after arrival, so that they could also experience the feeling of resting under the protection of the elves.

The camp was well organized, and several people found a sheltered place to sit down and rest. "I received the news that Tverdo, Gandalf and Frodo were coming, so I immediately sent a messenger to reply to Elrond, saying that this was a bad idea. But after seeing you, I knew what was going on. Although this was a bait mission, we should also use real swords and guns to fight, and we should not be slackened at all."

Zhao Mai nodded: "You are right. What are we facing?"

There are two enemy camps in the south of us, one is the temporary assembly point of Saruman's powerful orcs. From the southeast Rohan Pass, a group of strong orcs gathered in the camp, and let the relatively familiar terrain lead us... your trace. This camp is in an increasingly large trend. Since it is close to the misty mountain range in the east, if you want to bypass it, you will hit another camp. A group of human mercenaries, including bandits, horse thieves and robbers, entrenched on the other side. Saruman used money to buy them, a group of rabbles, but there were thousands of people, and they were connected to the surrounding villages, which was really difficult to deal with. It is said that further south, the Eisen River blocked us towards Gondor, and there were several ferries and bridges, and there were traces of orcs appearing to be there."

"There will definitely be more in the future." Zhao Mai said: "What do you think should we do? Is it better to be trapped here or elsewhere?"

"Your statement is quite vivid." Grofindale smiled: "I suggest that it is better to find a way to break through the two camps in front, reach the banks of the Essen River, and then pretend to be blocked. Osankta is in the upper reaches of the Essen River, and the river never freezes. We also provide Saruman with some convenience in transporting troops, increasing his confidence, and allowing him to exhaust his resources and devote all his resources to our direction."

"You elves are really not afraid of death?"

"Death will only bring us back to Verinor early." Grofindale replied: "The elves of Middle Earth have been allowed to return to Verinor and live happily around Vera. Some elves like to return calmly, while others like to contribute to the justice of Middle Earth and then return bravely. So don't worry about this, we elves are not afraid of death."

"You are not afraid of death and you can't die in vain." Zhao Mai said: "You have contact with the surrounding towns. I think you can definitely find someone to contact the mercenary camp, right? You elves are about to leave Middle-earth, and it's meaningless to leave gold treasures. It's better to hire humans to fight and flatten the orc camp together."

"Baby gold? We are not dwarves and are not interested in gold or something. The elves in the Black Forest like Starlight Diamonds, which is just an exception."

"For humans, you are rich and beautiful, so naturally there should be a lot of gold and gems." Zhao Mai took a hand from the ground and put it in his palm and rubbed it hard. Soon, a smell that made people feel chest tightness and uncomfortable emanated from the palm of his hand. After spreading his hands, three golden beads rolled drippingly.

Then, Zhao Mai used his spiritual power to directly press out the elf text on the golden ball, "Forever healthy and vibrant moonlight blessing". "Look, this is your elves' treasure, it's best to use it to buy human mercenaries. You can ask if it's blocking our way, and then try to ask how much it costs to attack the orc camp. Remember, we didn't bring much money, don't agree to any price."

"How good do you know humans so well?" Grofindale took the gold bead from Zhao Mai's hand, put it under his eyes, and then clewed it with his nails: "You look really like gold, and it feels like weight and luster."

"That's gold, it's real. But I can give you this idea, but it's hard to come forward. According to my Tverdo personality, I must have tried to do it directly instead of using this strategy, right? I can't let Saruman see the problem."

"Okay, you'll take the blame." Grofindale pointed at Elladan: "Who told you to like selling fireworks when you walk around, and your business is good, so you should be quite rich."

"Gandalff" nodded and reached out to pinch his gray beard: "Okay, this is my idea, I'll do it."
Chapter completed!