After dealing with the orc cavalry, he fought with the orc infantry that followed for a long time, and finally relied on his flexible mobility to wipe out all the ugly things. Charles then ran towards the gathering place.

The purpose of this operation is to lure away these enemies so that they don’t continue to search, otherwise even if they can’t find the attacker, they are likely to encounter the elderly, weak, women and children hiding.

Now it seems that the plan is very smooth, and nearly fifty orcs have been wiped out.

Although he was so tired that he was out of breath, Shire was very satisfied with it.

He even believed that if he continued in such a few rounds, he would sooner or later he would be able to wipe out all the enemies in the gathering place.

However, when he returned to the gathering place, the thoughts that gathered in his mind suddenly dissipated.

Riding wolf stood on a hill, staring at everything below in shock, Charles had no idea what to say.

The large number of orcs were actually killing each other at this moment?

The situation is even more intense than facing a real enemy!

The stars shone under the hilly landform. At the edge of the stream, a group of small things that looked dark under the night collided and mixed together in irregular manner like gangsters fighting.

The roaring sounds were mixed with sharp or thick, forming a boring noise. Under the moonlight, the scene of people surging suddenly looked like the boiling black water in the pot.

Fists, axes, hammers, long swords... All weapons perfectly play their due role at this moment. Every ugly face looks hideous and bloodthirsty, and you can kick them with your hands, as if you are not facing your own tribe, but your enemies who have been resentful for a long time.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, Charles would have never imagined that the originally unified enemies would have killed each other to such an extent. And it was in this situation of "being in the enemy camp".

What he didn't know was that this was mainly because the orcs were naturally chaotic and all kinds of emotional defects could not be suppressed. However, in fact, the current situation has a lot to do with Charles' previous actions.

If he hadn't basically killed the cavalry and leaders who could command the half-beast soldiers here, the situation would have been stopped long ago, rather than becoming more and more serious.

...

The melee continued until midnight, and the situation gradually subsided.

The passion passed, and only about a hundred orcs were left sitting on the ground because they were too tired. There were even wounded lying on the ground, with wailing sounds one after another.

The reason why they fought was probably left behind.

The peepers hiding in the dark looked at each other, feeling that the surprise was too sudden.

Faced with these, although there are still a lot of these, they have exhausted their physical strength and were injured. How much danger can there be?

So there was no need for Charles to command anything. After they took a deep breath to prepare, they raised the bow and arrow in their hands and came out of the pupa of the hiding place!

Things are also going smoothly. Apart from the repeated repeated bows and archery, there is no other loss at all.

Because of the previous melee, those orcs were weak, even if they had bows and arrows to fight back, they could not even pull them away, and they could not catch up with these big humans who had been resting for a long time.

So after a simple resistance, the orcs scattered in panic and fled outside the gathering place.

Chase and escape, and the situation is therefore reversed.

Continuous pursuit, leaving a large number of orc corpses along the way.

Finally, when the orcs running in the front had turned into small black dots, the Haradin's footsteps stopped, their chests fluttered, their faces fluttered and their hands holding the bow and arrow were trembling.

They successfully drove out the enemy invasion!

...

A loud cheer sounded from the edge of the gathering place and faintly spread to the depths of the place.

In an inconspicuous cave in the hilly area, a group of elderly, weak and weak women and children with only a hundred people hid inside and looked nervous.

After hearing the sound, the courageous one poked his head out of the cave and watched, but found that there were some orc corpses scattered on the roadside.

She turned around and told her discovery, so after a while, a group of people walked out of the hole carefully and prepared to go outside to investigate the situation.

They happened to meet the Haradin soldiers who were quickly found, and then they learned the fact that their home was taken back.

So joy and cheers bloomed again, the voice full of excitement and excitement. Everyone hugged each other and laughed, with their expressions excited, and jumped.

However, gradually, the sad crying replaced this joy.

The crying sounds were faint at first, but it didn't take long to spread to most people.

This is not crying with joy, but real sorrow.

Looking around, the originally neat and beautiful environment around us is now full of chaos.

Those not-so-exquisite but very warm houses have been damaged and dilapidated, and many houses have been lit, and now they are emitting thick smoke in the darkness of the night.

The clear stream in the depression in the center of the gathering place was also filled with blood at this time. It was formed by the blood from their tribesmen and even their relatives flowing downward along the slope.

However, no one can forget that those who have died may have hugged and laughed intimately with them, or greeted them in a friendly manner not long ago.

Who can be happy in this situation?

...

The war was temporarily over, and the Haradinians around him looked at Charles with admiration and admiration. It was obvious that an elf boy became the great hero here.

But the atmosphere around was too low. In addition to grinning subconsciously when he first won, Charles then fell silent.

It is logical that he had fought a beautiful counterattack, but at this moment everything in front of him made him feel a little excited, but instead he was filled with excitement.

Instead of disturbing the poor people who had lost their loved ones and acquaintances, he turned around and left the crowd and ran alone to a towering hill to look around, so as not to take advantage of the orcs to shoot back the horses - although he thought this was probably impossible.

The crying below was loud and harsh, but slowly weakened and finally disappeared completely. After a long period of silent silence, someone ran up to look for Charles.

Brown hair shawl, shirtless, and a black axe made by a half-orcs on her waist.

This man named Hatok is the most brave among the Haradin warriors. He had shot more than 20 orcs to death with his own hands.

But now he acts like a helpless little girl.

"What should we do?" he asked after climbing up to the top of the hill.

Shire glanced down at him, without saying any comfort, but said directly: "Arranging people to collect all necessary supplies, including food and horses, and then gather together to prepare for evacuation at any time. We need to wait, and we must also ensure our own safety. After Hana returns with the Northern Elves Army, it is the time for us to counterattack and assist the large forces."

"Will the elves help?" The hoarse voice was nervous.

Although there is an elf in front of me, this person has been raised among the Haradians since childhood and seems to have nothing to do with other elves.

"Yes." The boy answered affirmatively.

Although he did not have any in-depth contact, he heard the frustration between the Nodo tribe and Morgoth mentioned by the cheap mother.

Now Morgoth's minions raged inside the encirclement line, and the appearance of such mistakes was so unpredictable that the Nodo elves could not remain indifferent to this.

However, if it were the Sindal elves of Middle-earth, it would not be certain. According to Shire, although the Sindal clan is also hostile to the enemy in the north, it is not so active.

Of course, these understandings were not obtained from Arethier. Although the cheap mother knew a lot, she had a short time to contact her after all.

These things were heard from a passing dwarf a few years ago. He also learned that there was an army ruled by the Nordo royal family stationed in the north of the Haradin.

So he was very confident about inviting reinforcements, but there was no need to mention these to others. In fact, he didn't need to say anything more.

The boy's calm words made the brave Haradin soldier subconsciously think of the various behaviors he had performed in front of him, so he quickly calmed down his nervousness.

But he still couldn't help but say something: "If time permits, should we restrain the corpses of the tribe?"

When Charles heard this, he was silent for a moment and replied, "Then let's take action together after the materials are prepared, but it is best not to be too far away from each other."

"OK!"

The big man nodded quickly when he heard this, and then ran down.

Seeing his back disappear under the night road, Charle converged his gaze and then stood quietly from a high place to overlook the surroundings.

His face was quiet, and the moonlight shone on his neatly long black hair, with faint reflections.

The elves' eyesight is enough to allow him to monitor the surroundings in a situation that is not very effective at night.

In fact, when the sun and moon were not yet in the Middle Earth, the elves had lived in this vast land for thousands of years. They woke up from the glimmer of stars and survived and reproduced in the glimmer of light.

Light can bring them hope, but it will not affect their innate instinct.

But Charles was not called to leave here for long, and a young hunter took over his post.

He hurriedly followed the messenger to a certain direction in the gathering place. Soon after, a group of Haradinians carrying bodies from all directions came into his eyes.

Their expressions were heavy and sad, but they were not slow at all.

Under this silent work, one corpse after another was constantly placed on a relatively flat grass, with torches shining around it.

After Charles glanced at him, two familiar figures came into his eyes.

A short and thin girl who is only two or three years old, and a young woman with a slightly plump figure.

The girl sat there blankly and looked confused, while the young woman beside her was lying on the grass beside her and motionless.

It was Hardo, and her barely two-year-old daughter Halies.

I didn't see her husband or her eldest son, but I didn't need to think about it carefully.

Because of the kind neighbor who was the same age as him, who always called him little for many years, the flower of life at this moment has passed away with the wind.

Stepping into a little, your keen eyes could see the eyes of dying with your eyes open.

Although the orcs had different aesthetic views and she did not encounter embarrassing humiliation, there were still a large number of blood-red wounds all over her body, and now her clothes had already condensed.

He walked slowly, stared at her, looked at her young and pale face, and recalled the farewell not long ago.

She also joked that when she came back to visit, you must pay attention to the time, and don’t wait until she comes back when she gets old and then she won’t recognize her…
To be continued...