Dozens or hundreds of short and hideous orc cavalry flocked from the bushes on the edge of the South Hermos forest into the forest and chased them reluctantly, so that the trees behind them swayed and swayed.

The light steps and the green wolf eyes under the dim night were combined, filled with a silent aura of horror.

However, compared to the ugly half-orcs on them, these wild beasts are nothing.

The sharp and shrill roaring sound followed behind him, and from time to time, three or two arrows shot from behind, trembling fiercely on the surrounding tree trunks or the ground surface.

Fortunately, there were many obstacles in the forest, and fortunately, the two elves were running very quickly with the terrain. Otherwise, they would have been caught up in the open plains.

Now, the speed of the two sides is barely comparable, but the situation of chasing and escaping has begun to shrink as time goes by.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air is endless. When riding on the horse, the female elf pulled the bow and arrow in her hand and kept hitting back. It is quite efficient. Every time she twisted her waist and opened her bow, she would definitely kill at least one orc. Because of the dense enemies, sometimes there were even two or three.

Relatively speaking, Eor, who was close to her, was much worse because his skills were swordsmanship and forging, not bows and arrows.

However, compared to ordinary people, he can be regarded as a ranks of sharpshooters.

It may be because of the special domestication, or it may be that the horses in this world are very spiritual. When they are running, they do not need someone to control them to know where to run. At the same time, the behavior of constantly turning can effectively avoid the attacks that are constantly shooting behind them.

In fact, the enemy's pursuit line is very long, and there are only a few that can shoot at the target. Otherwise, the whole team will spread out and attack together, and the elves will have already lost.

But the situation is not very good now.

The two horses rushed forward and ran in front, and countless orc cavalry were screaming and following behind. Because they were tied to the front of Aritiel, Charles could not see the enemy behind them at all, so his shadow ability could not be used at all.

Otherwise, in such a situation where enemies are dense, some results can be achieved.

He was helpless about this, but there was no other way. It was just a feeling of falling into the sun that lingered in his heart, making him feel depressed.

In fact, Arethel is now twisting her waist and arching with her bow, but she is afraid that Charles will be affected, so she has long pulled the package that Charles is directly in front of her and blocked it with her body.

So much so that there was only a dim forest environment that was swept by rapidly, and the perspective swayed as the horses rose and fell, and the sound of two bows and arrows breaking through the air was endless.

The two horses ran away at a very fast speed and kept making a slightly dull sound of horse hooves, which brought the birds or animals in the forest that were resting because of the arrival of night. The sound of flapping their wings and panic screams were endless, but the two people, one in front and one behind, did not pay any attention to them at all.

At some point, a frightened gray owl flapped his wings and rushed fiercely, and by chance, he rushed towards Charles, who looked very weak in front of the female elf.

The person involved thought he had a chance to show his fists, but before the ferocious bird approached, an angry roar suddenly rang out in his ears: "Get out!"

As the sound rang out, a sheathed sword quickly poked over and hit the body of the ferocious bird. The dazzling white light suddenly bloomed on the sword body. Then the gray-haired ferocious bird was knocked away by this inexplicable force, and it fell on the rough tree trunk not far away and whined!

This is the first time Charles has seen magic in this world.

This also made him understand that the magic here is obviously different from what he had encountered in the past - it can be heard from the sound, and it seems to be emitted by personal will, rather than some magical element.

The one who emitted this magic was the approaching Eor. He seemed to be concentrating on the enemy, but he did not completely ignore the existence of Charles, so he immediately discovered the attack of the ferocious bird.

The specific method of launching was not known. Because the light burst out in an instant and then it suddenly went out. Not long after, the large number of orc cavalry chasing behind him also inexplicably broke away from the original pursuit route and roared fiercely and turned to other directions.

So the noisy and tense situation gradually soothes.

Under the control of the elves, the two horses began to weaken their speed and eventually stopped before a hidden house was built.

They temporarily got rid of the enemy and returned to their former homeland.

...

"This is the result of Angban's encirclement? The Nodo tribe is really unreliable!"

The situation eased, and Eor, who arrived at the yard at the entrance, got off the horse in a panting and angry tone. He ignored Arethir's face, who was dismounting with the other side.

He said to a princess of the Nodo tribe that he could not do, and the dark elf obviously had no emotional intelligence to say.

But Arethier did not refute it, because it was indeed the case.

The South Hermos Forest where they are located is located in the Berehrioned area, far away from the enemy territory in the north of Central and Earth, and there is also a blockade line of the Nodo tribes. It should be very safe, but now it has encountered a large wave of orc cavalry siege?

This seemed even a bit incredible to Arethel.

The Nodo tribe who came from Amen Island to pursue Morgoth used all the tribe to surround Morgoth's minions in his nest, Angban, and could not go out at all. It has been 260 years since then. Why is this obvious mistake now?

If one or two or two teams are actually nothing, after all, even if the scope is tightly integrated, there will always be loopholes to follow. However, how many orcs were chasing just now?

Dozens or hundreds!

This is no longer a simple vulnerability issue.

"The enemy may have mastered a secret passage that we have never known about breaking through the encirclement, and the news must be spread out." Arethir said.

"Let's avoid the siege of those orcs first." Eor replied with a dark face. He pushed open the wooden door that had just been closed not long ago and walked into it with heavy steps.

"The elixir belts I set up around my home can't trap them for too long. So we can't stay for a long time and we have to escape."

As he said, he ran to an inconspicuous corner of the living room of the house and squatted and groped.

"What are you doing?"

Arethir approached and asked.

"I once built a secret passage to deal with today's emergencies." Eor replied.

Due to his experience, he has always had a strong sense of crisis.

Aritiel looked happy when he heard this. However, Eor's words made her stunned.

"You take the kids to this secret passage, and then go to Gondolin to find your brother Turgon, don't look back, if I can get rid of Oak's pursuit, then I will find you."

"What about you? Are you not with us?"

Eor, who was pulling the secret door hard, stopped hearing this, and then turned his head to look at the young wife holding Charles behind her.

Although the surrounding light was very dim because the candle was not lit, and although his long black hair blocked one of his eyes because of this side of his head, Charles could still see a trace of complex emotions in his other eyes hidden in the darkness.

Is that reluctance or liberation?

"The Zhaogelu trained in Angeban has a very good nose. Someone must lead them away, otherwise we will not be able to escape. Besides, they..."

He opened his mouth, his face was complicated, but he didn't explain anything. Instead, he turned around and pulled open the tightly closed steel door with a bang.

Then he stood up and saw that Arethir's expression was strange. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch her thick hair. "I know you miss everything about Gondolin very much. In the past, I refused to let you visit your loved ones, for fear that you would never go back, but now, it's time to let go. Take our children, go!"

"I--"

"You know we have no other choice, and you don't have to be sad for me. After all, I'm not caught yet, and I don't really get caught. At the same time, what I want to tell you is that if I can get rid of those Oaks, you have to come back with me with your kids when I go to find you!"

His expression was unquestionable when he said this, which seemed to be inconsistent with his words, but Aritiel's heart trembled when he saw this, and then nodded vigorously.

Eor then set his eyes on Charles, who was staring quietly in her arms.

Looking at the fair and tender little face, his stern face relaxed and his tone softly murmured: "I thought I would like to name you again in a few years, but unfortunately... I hope that your trip with your mother will go smoothly, but I will not worry about your future, because the hidden kingdom is much safer and more affordable than here. But from now on, you need to remember that your name is Caner, the descendant of my Eor."

He seemed to no longer think he could survive. While speaking, he untied the sword Angweirel, who usually regarded as life on his waist, and held it in Arethier's arms. Then he pointed to the entrance of the secret passage and signaled to leave quickly.

Arethir was full of resistance and even stopped for a while. However, after finally taking a look at the child in her arms, she could only look deeply at her determined husband, and hugged Charles tightly into the secret passage.

...

Among the many stars in the sky in the Middle Earth world, there is an extremely unique star called Caner, which blooms with red light.

This is the origin of the name Eor.

It may be that this attack disrupted the operation of things, or it may be that everything had shifted due to the appearance of Charles.

In short, the originally established fate has undergone a significant change at this moment.

Without Charles, the son of Eor and Arethir would have been named Meglin by Eor when he was twelve years old, meaning sharp eyes.

When Meglin became an adult, the family would have rifts due to the return of Gondolin. In the end, the sword that Eauer took the initiative to be handed over to Arethel would be stolen by Meglin, and he would encourage his mother to go to the hidden kingdom with him to join his uncle.

The reason is that the throne there has no heirs, and it is full of opportunities for Meglin.

Then, Ior, who found that he was betrayed, pursued him reluctantly, and finally entered the hidden kingdom with his wife and children. After a disagreement, the dark elves with extreme personality angrily chose to die with their son, but his wife Arethirl blocked his son.

Both couples eventually died. Meglin took advantage of the situation and became a member of the Gundolin Nodo royal family, and then by chance, he caused the demise of the hidden kingdom of Gundolin, and became a traitor who had been infamous for thousands of years.
Chapter completed!