In the deep hall covered by darkness, there is a dazzling and brilliant glow blooming in the deepest part.

A graceful figure lowered his head and stared at the elves of diamonds radiating dazzling light in his hand. His beautiful face was hazy by the unique light, but it faintly revealed a holy aura.

After Charles arrived here, he was attracted by this situation at first sight.

The light that bloomed in the darkness was particularly dazzling, and it also looked particularly obvious to the figure standing in front of the huge demon shadow.

When I heard the sound, I turned my head and looked at it. The long black hair accumulated on my shoulders poured down. The bright face was faintly filled with a sense of sacredness. In conjunction with the situation where the magic shadow surrendered to my feet, it seemed as if a god of light had quietly arrived.

"you--"

Looking at the figure who could never imagine that it would appear here no matter what, Charles was speechless.

"Carner?" The other party looked dazed, and he was vaguely surprised to see his acquaintance, but he was also full of confusion and helplessness.

"I feel very... very strange, just like... it's like breaking something." She murmured, with a weird expression.

Then in the next moment, the tall figure suddenly felt weak and collapsed on the ground with no strength. The diamond in his hand also slid off the palm of his hand and rolled crisply beside him.

A wonderful transformation was taking place on the other party, and Charles could vaguely feel it.

He didn't know whether this transformation was good or bad, but the special force that made him afraid of became faintly vague, as if it was about to disappear.

This made Charles unconsciously look at the dazzling diamond rolling on the ground, thinking about something.

He didn't know what was going on here, but it was obvious at the moment.

Morgoth and even the entire Angban fell into a deep sleep.

And the initiator seems to be this elf princess with a unique background...

He stepped forward and helped Lucien, who had collapsed on the ground, then looked down at the diamond that was quietly blooming on the surface.

Against the backdrop of the darkness around it, this diamond is full of sacred and magnificent special beauty.

It seems that there is a strange power contained in its blooming light. It is shining by this light, just like being in a warm and safe harbor, comfortable and relaxed, making people feel unconsciously relieved, as if they can relieve many burdens because of this.

Charles bent down and picked it up, then looked at the other two inlaid on the thick iron crown on the ground not far away.

He wanted to take it away by the way, but a unique feeling made him subconsciously hesitate. It seemed that as long as he did this, something bad would definitely happen.

After looking at the huge demon shadow that was sleeping under the irradiation of light, Charles did nothing in the end, but carried Lucien and disappeared into the hall in an instant.

There was no sound in the quiet Ang class, but there was no hindrance at all.

Because he hoped to save money, Charles did not stay in the gap all the time, but ran quickly upwards after leaving the hall area. His footsteps echoed in the silent rock world, but it was fleeting.

Lucien is not serious, but it will have some impact on the originally light actions.

At first, this sound did not cause any obstacles, but as time passed, some existences were alarmed.

So Charles used his shadow ability to quickly travel around the underground world, running towards an area of ​​the Enslaves' cellar.

That's right, he was not going to take the right path. First, he had to chase the slaves, and second, this road was much closer than when he came to Angban's main entrance.

As he plunged into the inconspicuous cracks of the rock, he kept moving forward, gradually, a deep tremor around him quietly emerged and became more and more intense.

It seemed that Charles could feel the deep anger of Morgoth from it-the other party had woken up!

This made his escape faster.

...

From the outside world, the three volcanoes that were originally quietly rising with the misty black mist suddenly began to tremble.

The vibration has a great impact. The Nodo cavalry galloping on the Alan Gard grassland in the distance can vaguely feel the constant shaking of the ground under their feet.

They looked to the north, and then they saw the three volcanoes that were originally stable were gushing out thick smoke. The smoke was deep and black, and after it emerged, it quickly spread in all directions!

The already gloomy sky was soaked with the smoke that it was extremely dark, and there seemed to be a flash of fire in the darkness.

"What the hell is Morgoth doing?"

Fengon, who was outside a temporary camp in the middle of the grassland, comforted the restless horses under him and his face became very serious.

It seems that what happened to Angban, or, in other words, has happened?

Many speculations flashed through his mind, and at the same time, he ordered a scout to return to the fortress in the Shadow Mountains to convey information so that he would not be beaten by the enemy without any defense.

But before the scout could go far, another scout suddenly rode his horse to the north of the camp. After turning over and dismounting, he gave a message.

"Sir, there are a large number of slaves in Angban who escape and are asking us for help!"

Fengong was stunned when he heard this.

Occasionally, one or two slaves would be lucky enough to escape from the northern demon cave, but few of these slaves were pure, and most of them were dark minions that were secretly eroded by Morgoth.

Therefore, the attitude of the Nodo tribes towards these fugitive slaves seemed a bit subtle, sympathetic, but also wary of them.

Upon hearing the report, Fengon subconsciously glanced at the volcano that was about to move, guessing whether it was related to this matter, but the scout's next words made him confused.

"They were no less than a thousand, and at the same time, all the slaves of Angban had taken the opportunity to escape because they were helped by Lord Canier."

All slaves?

Canier?

Thousands?

What and what are these?

Didn’t his nephew have already returned to Linton? When did he enter Angban?

And how could he get in?

All the slaves can be rescued...

Is Morgoth blind?

Looking at the serious scout in front of him, for a while, Fengong turned his head to look at a deputy beside him: "Let's check it out, I suspect that the poisonous smoke erupted from the volcano has a psychedelic effect. It looks quite normal, why do you actually say nonsense?"

...

Located on the edge of a low rocky landform around the gateway of Angban, groups of naked-clothed elves kept popping out from the bottom of a low hill. They kept silent while walking, and the first performance they showed was not cheering, but stunned.

The slaves who left the cave entrance looked over their heads unconsciously. Although the sky became gloomy and dark at this time, the scenery that had not been seen in countless years still made them look dazed, and then they smiled happily, or squatted down and sobbed.

But whether they cry or laugh, their behavior seems very careful, and it seems that they have not completely escaped from their former environment.

“Will they help us?”

Looking at the elf scout riding away, a leader who wiped the tears in the corner of his eyes turned to look at his companion beside him.

The long life of slavery made these elves very alert to everything outside of their "people", even their former tribe.

"I think so, the Nordo tribe here is said to be of the same bloodline as Lord Canier."

A Xinda tribe who had been detained to Angban a long time ago said.

"Why don't we wait for Lord Canier to catch up and let him take us out of here?"

There was not much contact, but as the hope of these slaves to escape, Charles actually had a high influence among this group of leaders, let alone an elf king.

"The kingdom of Lord Kaner is southeast, far from here. Even if we can follow him there, we must have these Nodo tribes to support us."

"I don't want to go to the East, I want to go back to Wenyama. I haven't seen my wife for a long time..."

Wenyama is a city on the edge of the west coast. Turgon once ruled there, but since the completion of Gondolin, the place has been abandoned for more than two hundred years.

The escaped slaves were talking, some were at a loss, while others were full of expectations and impatient for the future.

However, the increasingly trembling volcano quickly awakened the elves who had just left the demon cave, and after a brief discussion, they decided to leave here temporarily.

But there was one person who chose to stay here.

"Old Harry, you should leave with us." The elf persuaded him, "We are numerous, and the traces left are enough for Lord Canier to find us."

"You go, I can't stand it anymore." The old man shook his head and leaned against the rock wall at the exit of the secret passage. His whole body couldn't stop trembling, but a smile appeared on his face.

"It's already a miracle for me to be able to walk this path."

The elf didn't say anything when he heard this, but bowed deeply to the old man.

"The fate of you and me is different. If you part today, it may be a farewell forever. We will remember the many help you have provided to us and always be grateful."

"Farewell forever..." the old man murmured, a hint of confusion flashing across his expression, but he didn't hesitate, struggling to get up and greet the other party.

The standard etiquette made the elf look at the other person deeply again, then gathered the slaves around him and quickly left to the south.

The old man in the same place sat again at the entrance of the cave and began to murmur something in a low voice. So gradually, he seemed to have become another person in a trance.
Chapter completed!