"Morgoth has been besieged by us for three hundred years. We have been fighting back in any attack. After the Battle of Nogrod, he no longer has the strength to attack us again!"

A loud sound rang out from a clearing in the fortress, allowing Charles, who had just walked out of the forging room, to look in the direction of the sound.

Then he saw a group of elves surrounding him and a speaker with a red face.

"That's why he deliberately angered us. I have to say that he succeeded, but this also exposed the fact that he was timid and could not attack us again. Brothers and sisters, he was afraid! Can't you see it!"

"This is clearly a trap. He just wants to incite us to take the initiative to attack and weaken our army." Some elves retorted.

"But this is also an opportunity! Are we afraid of death? Are we just watching here! Let our fellow tribe suffer the cruel torture in Angban? As long as we can..."

...

After looking at it, Charles turned around and ignored it, carrying a carry-on box in his hand and headed towards the main fort.

As we saw along the way, the elves were all talking about what happened in the Angban portal.

Although more than half a month has passed, the atmosphere here does not seem to be quiet because of time, but instead tends to become increasingly intense.

Do you really think they can defeat the enemy, or do someone secretly provoke it?

Unconsciously, this thought flashed through Charles' mind.

Maybe there are both.

He said to himself.

However, no matter which possibility it is, it doesn't matter to him. This place is not his territory, and he can't care about the current direction of the wind here.

He was even too lazy to think about the specific purpose of the enemy's plan and whether there was a backup plan. Because at this moment, he was thinking about whether the thing in his hand could suppress the enemy's arrogance...

Looking down at the sealed box in his hand, Charles pursed his lips.

Entering the main fortress, Fengon, the person in charge here, was discussing something with the officers, but Charles did not enter and disturb him.

But looking at the angry expressions and the depressing atmosphere, it was obvious that they were also talking about this matter.

“It’s impossible for us to do nothing!”

The meeting ended soon, and an officer passing by at the door was annoyed.

"But we can't get into Ang class alone, otherwise we would have done it long ago."

"So I need to contact Dorias..."

...

"This trend is getting worse and worse." Seeing Charles walk in, Fengon, who was sitting at the end of the hall, complained to him: "Did you hear that they actually want to instigate my father to go to Dorias to find Singer to form an alliance? Vera is on the way. They think this covenant is something we can do if we want to? Isn't this Singer's problem?"

"Maybe they can't bear it anymore, so they give their opinions randomly." Charles smiled.

Although many days have passed, the situation he saw that day has always lingered in his mind, and he feels depressed every time he thinks of it.

As a sensitive and emotional race, it is normal for the elves to be angry and even crazy when they see the cruel scenes happening.

On the contrary, it is surprising that it is indifferent to this.

"I understand their emotions, I'm even more angry than them, but what can we do? The enemy is huddled underground and we don't even have a target for venting... Damn Morgoth, it's hard to imagine that he was once a Vera!"

"So I'm giving you a way to vent."

"What's this?"

Seeing that he placed the box in front of him on the table, Fengong was quite curious.

Since returning half a month ago, this nephew has been stolen by the blacksmith's stove and making something.

At first he often visited him, but when he saw that he had not stopped, he finally ignored him.

Now this is the result?

Charles did not answer, but opened the nanmu box, revealing a strange-shaped metal object inlaid with many sapphires inside.

He then whispered to Fengon, the other party opened his mouth and looked at him in astonishment.

"This...can this work?"

...

"Speak louder, yes, louder, damn elf, are you disliked me for being weak?"

The sharp screams and whip of the whip made the prisoner tied to the wooden stake moan numbly.

After the last whip, he even fainted with his head, and no sound could be heard in the short orc in front of him.

"Milcou will be on the way again, he will die!"

The short executioner complained loudly, turned to look at his approaching companion, who was now playing back and forth at the prisoner with a soldering iron.

"Maybe you can get some anti-attack next time, so as not to say that I'm too fierce to take action."

"But I think it's harder to deal with Lord Sauron than to get some strength in your mind."

A hoarse voice answered, accompanied by the fall of the iron in his hand, and the wail of pain immediately rang out, causing the man to jump excitedly.

Then he grumbled at his companion: "If you delay your master's plan because of this, I will not hide it for you."

These words made the short executioner shrink his head, and then wondered: "What is the master's plan? Are you just asking us to fight elves?"

"This is not what you should ask." The other party said quietly.

However, seeing this guy looking at him with a desire to learn, he couldn't help but mention it.

"Did you see that?"

The short man turned his head and looked at it, and a black-haired prisoner came into his eyes.

The orc who was also abused but executed was much more careful than his actions, and even a little cautious.

"The thief who steals his master's treasure?"

"He is not just a thief," replied his companion, "his son is a king."

"That king who is mixed with the dwarf?" The executioner thought of the failed action a few years ago and couldn't help but ask: "It's that?"

"That's right."

"But what does this have to do with the master's plan?"

"I don't understand either." The other party muttered: "I heard that he has a high prestige among their clans? Maybe doing so will embarrass him."

"So the master is to embarrass the king?"

"Maybe...maybe I want to irritate him? Or draw our territory?"

The discussion kept ringing from here on the foggy mountainside, which attracted the attention of other executioners. However, after a strange whine sounded, they all shrank their heads and continued their work.

Thunderous screams spread out under the influence of a dark force, so that some small black dots surrounding them kept moving, as if full of irritability.

This situation has been going on for nearly a month, and the orcs have been sentenced to such a long time.

But this is not a problem. Compared to being trained underground, they are here to torture prisoners specifically.

However, just as these orcs were working in great enthusiasm, a strange voice suddenly came.

The sound seemed to appear not far away, crisp and loud, but at first, the orcs did not notice any outsiders around them, so they felt that they might have heard it wrong.

Then just as they were quiet because of this, they heard the next sentence clearly.

"The dirty underground rat can only play some means and conspiracy that cannot be used. For hundreds of years, the stinky mouse of Morgoth has not even the courage to show up. He will only hide and command a group of slaves deceived by him to help him deal with us. However, such a timid leader can be followed so much, which shows that Oak and the fallen ones are not very normal..."

The contemptuous voice carries a force that penetrates obstacles, pierces the air and spreads to the sky, making the orcs stunned.

And this sound is actually more than that. It comes from some magical and constantly superimposed existences. The diverging sound cannot be stopped even if the rocks are used!

So much so that the curse spread far and wide, radiating through the gate of Angban and going deep into the ground, many orcs and dark and evil creatures could hear it.
Chapter completed!