The moon rose, its silver-white and clear light gently caressed the sea, and the stars were also sending greetings flash by flash.

Their light seems to have a special inhibitory effect on the sea fog, so when the sun disappears and the moon rises, the sea fog slows down its movement again.

But this unintentional action seemed to anger the sea fog. The fog suddenly swelled, stretching out tentacles to the sky, and then endless water vapor rose, and the entire ship disappeared on the sea surface.

The moon and the starlight were blocked like this.

"Now, our reinforcements don't seem to work very well." Thorin chuckled and touched out his weapon. It was a fake beast biting sword. The authentic one became the symbol of Qili's royal power like the Aken Stone when he was officially declared dead.

The two elves also took out their daggers and daggers to stare at the thick fog. This time, even they could see the numerous demon shadows in the fog.

"It seems that the person who came here is not good." Ronan also drew out his Anubis sword. This sword was seriously damaged in the Dragon Slaying Battle. It is now only about half of its length. The trouble is that the material of the sword attached to the substitute cannot be repaired with ordinary steel, otherwise Ronan would not be so tight.

Ronan could now feel that the monsters underwater had completely surrounded them.

"What the hell is it? System, why can't you read their message?"

System: "What can I do? I rely on your ability to read external information, but the fog is filled with curses that can hinder others' mind power. Can I tell you that their position is already very strong, okay?"

“How many are they?”

"I don't know, but there are hundreds of monsters that are surrounding you at the moment, and there are more farther away. It's roughly estimated that there will be about five thousand."

"Five thousand?" Ronan felt that it was a little bit strange. If you don't say anything else, just talk about this number, it would be scary. This is almost an army.

"Can you tell their roughly the origin?"

The system finally gave some good news this time: "From the phenomena they appeared and the curse contained in the sea fog, the one who attacked you this time was either a necromancer or a real undead."

"That's all the dead..."

Ronan knew very well that there was no so-called necromancer in the Middle Earth world at present. The only person who called himself a necromancer is Soren, who had escaped back to Mordor.

Apart from the undead created by Sauron using powerful black magic, there is only one way of birth of the undead, a strong curse.

One is the curse of a person with great influence in Middle-earth in his own name. For example, the curse of King Isirdu of Gondor, which prevents the people in the mountains who betray their oath from going to the Temple of Mandus unless they fulfill their oath.

Another type is a tragic war. The huge amount of death and resentment will produce a powerful curse, which can completely prevent the souls of the dead from resting. For example, in the Battle of Valador in Mordor in the late second era, humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, all kinds of intelligent creatures formed together, and fought for seven years.

The massive deaths made the battlefield a Jedi after the war. The undead there did not rest in peace even after thousands of years. When Frodo passed there in the future, they almost took away the savior of Middle-earth.

It is easy to investigate with the direction. Most of the stories that happened in Berreander were very long, and there were two elves who had lived for thousands of years in front of Ronan. They were all living dictionaries, so maybe they knew something.

"Legolas, recall, did there be any battles in the land under our feet back then?"

Legolas frowned and said, "Master Ronan, there is no place on the Middle Earth that has not had any battles!"

When Ronan heard this, he realized that his statement was a bit of a problem and added: "I mean a large-scale battle, a lot of people died, or a massacre happened."

Legolas was stunned for a while, then took the map from Ronan, recalling the previous uneasiness, and then carefully recalling the map of Berelander, fortunately, it really reminded him of some things.

"This should be the gravel ferry that used to be. What can happen? The army of Morgoth rarely fought here..."

Suddenly he thought of a story his mother once told him, which was a scar in the hearts of all the Dorias's elves and the starting point for the dwarfs to become enemies with the elves.

"Master Ronan, I think I know, this is a gravel ferry!"

Ronan: "This is the second time you said it, I hear it very clearly."

"This was indeed a battlefield. It happened in the late year of the First Age, when dwarf craftsmen from the Blue Mountains assassinated our king Tingge, and then the dwarfs' army broke through our kingdom, Mingnigos, and they passed by when they evacuated.

At that time, the king's grandson Dior and the king's son-in-law Beren led the green elves to ambush here, defeating the greedy dwarves in one fell swoop, and killing the dwarves king at that time. The battle was a battle with hatred, and the intensity should be very strong."

"Dio?"

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'm just curious about this name." Ronan didn't expect that there was a Dior in this world.

"Yes, the second king of Dorias, Dior Eluhir, Dior means the heir in Dorias dialect, the heir of King Elu, our king Tingge at that time, the earliest name was Elwe, also called Elu Tingge, there is no problem."

"Well, it's all right." Ronan thought it meant the 'god' in Italian.

"Hmph, elves are a bit old, so they may have many names in their lives." Thorin complained.

"By the way, this is the burial place of the Dwarf King. Don't you think you should do something?" Legolas retorted.

"Sorry, that is not the dwarf king of ours. He is at most a dwarf prince. The king at the foot of our mountain is the real dwarf Supreme King."

"Okay, stop arguing!" Ronan interrupted their quarrel and emphasized: "Listen, we are now facing the siege of a large army of necromancers, and it is likely that they were the dwarves who died back then."

"Oh... that's really interesting. Those dwarves who should have lie flat have the faces of turning into undead to disturb the living?" Legolas smiled.

In their inheritance of the Sindah elves, the reputation of this dwarf legion that was destroyed at the gravel ferry was so bad. It was this dwarf legion who did a good job that made the war between the dwarfs and the elves intensified, and now they were the undead of this legion under their feet.

Thorin frowned. In the historical heritage of the dwarves, this army was the first dwarves army to be completely destroyed by elves. Instead, it was the defender of the interests of the dwarves and the victim of honor. But the question is, why did those who sacrificed for honor turn into undead? Did there be many people who died back then?

"How many people died here back then?" Luo Nan asked.

"About five thousand dwarves, there shouldn't be much talk about the elves." Legolas and Thorin said at the same time.

After saying that, they were stunned. The records of the two tribes are so consistent, which proves that the number of casualties is almost a historical fact. However, although there are not many battles of this scale, there are definitely many. I have not seen anyone become an undead, why is it them?

"Can such a small number of people form a dead soul?" Ronan was puzzled.

Legolas and Thorin looked at each other and shook their heads and said, "I haven't heard of it."

At this time, the fog became more intense, and the tumbling mist gradually wet and soaked everything around. There was a salty mist everywhere, and the visibility was so low that it could only see people within one arm's distance.

Dong! Dongdong! Dongdong!

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound coming from the hull, and as time went by, the sound became closer and closer.

Wow… This is the sound of the impact of water.

Tick ​​tick… This is the sound of water dropping on the sea,

They are finally approaching.

The smell of sea water in the air became even stronger, and footsteps slowly came at the end of the deck of Dabai. They came!

"Notice!"

With such low visibility, only Ronan saw the appearance of the visitor through the system map. It was a group of short skeletons holding decaying swords. They were generally between 1.4 and 1.6 meters, and their bones were extremely thick. You could tell at a glance that this was not a human, but a dwarf.

"They are coming." The long sword in Ronan's hand stretched into the fog, and then he heard only the sound of the blade hitting something hard object. Then he heard the sound of a bell-bearing man as if a shelf was pushed down.

Taking this opportunity, the other three finally saw the tip of their enemy's iceberg, a suspicious bone.

"Skeleton?" Legolas dodged an attack from the thick fog, and then dragged the monster in the fog in.

This is a bone-shaped frame full of strange ghost fire. Its iconic height makes people instantly reminiscent of their identities during their lifetime.

"Dwarf skeleton?"

Woo! The sound of breaking through the air came, and Legolas held it and pushed it back. The power of this monster was obviously stronger, and Legolas also saw rotten meat from his outstretched arm.

"There are zombies?"

"Hahaha...humans, dwarves, elves? There are so strange things. Where did you come from? Can I know your names?" There were a burst of ghost laughter in the fog.

"Me? I'm probably from Brie, you can call me Ronan." Ronan chuckled.

"Torrell, from the Great Green Forest."

"Legolas, from the Great Green Forest."

"Sorin, from Gushan."
Chapter completed!