"Hurry up, you damn slugs, don't you hurry up and tell you that you have no food to eat at night!"

The rough yelling of the tall and strong orcs made a team of more than ten orcs speed up their pace, and even began to trot all the way.

They set out from a post on the border of Shimlin and marched towards Sangorochim in the sight. There were always half-orcs dragging and dragging, so that the yelling of the governor's soldiers was accompanied by the occasional whip whip.

The pale sandy area under my feet seemed to be steamed and water-stained, and when I stepped on it, the endless barren landform silently revealed my past experience.

After the surging lava ocean, the prairie named Adgaran was already known as Anfawuglith by the elves.

It means suffocating smoke.

However, in this pale and dry, ashes-filled death zone, there were a large number of Angban posts and garrison camps.

After expelling the Nodo elves, the northern part of this place had been completely occupied by evil, and even the sky had long been filled with a thick, deep, dark clouds.

The dark clouds blocked the sunlight erosion that was originally quite deadly to the dark army, and also made the place look extremely dim.

"I hate the governor. He always comes to cause trouble. Milkor blessed him. He has such a loud voice. Sooner or later, let the wizard king of Linton target him!"

A low mutter came from his ear, and he turned his head to look at a short, dark-skinned orc was rubbing a bloody whip mark on his shoulder.

Just now it accidentally fell, delayed its trip, but was whipped.

"Maybe it would be better to let the wizard king turn it into a big toad. I have long suspected that the Governor was the descendant of the toad. Look at how similar he looks." Another half-orc continued in a low voice.

At this moment, the fat supervisor was at the back of the team, so they could talk about private topics relatively relaxedly, otherwise they would not dare to talk so randomly if the supervisor was on the side.

"It always says it has the blood of the flame demon, but the most feared thing is that it is fire."

"It's even more timid than me."

...

The low buzzing conversation like a bee-flying conversation did not last long, and it attracted the attention of the person involved. So after the crackling sound of the whip slamming, the surroundings were immediately quiet and only footsteps and panting sounds.

Shir silently mixed among the orcs, constantly observing their changes.

Compared with what you saw before, the orcs seemed to have become smarter...

Because the newly born desert in the north is vast and full of guard posts, Charles cannot continue to rush on the open and can only move towards the north in seclusion.

So he disguised himself as a return orc and mingled here.

From past experiences, his disguise does not take much adaptation time to be like ordinary orcs, and there is no loophole.

Of course, if Charles used his shuttle ability, it wouldn't be so troublesome.

However, although the use of that ability has become easier with the passage of time, it is not without consumption. For Charles, who is about to sneak into the enemy camp, unnecessary consumption needs to be avoided as much as possible.

The team rushed to the north with the goal of returning to the Ang class to change some equipment and rest and recuperate the formation.

These low-level orc troops were not qualified to use wolves, and they could even run on their legs. Therefore, when they walked past the towering rock gate under Sangolotom, they were all panting and exhausted.

Even the governor who had a wolf riding was the same. Although it didn't need to rush on its own, it couldn't resist it and always beat the orcs with a whip, which was obviously a physical job.

The entrance area of ​​Angban at this time is no different from last time, but the originally dark square looked a little brighter because the door was open.

Walking on the black rocky surface of the square in front of the door, the team walked past a huge fortress and finally arrived at the orc abyss that was still in the sky.

After Charles arrived, he did not act in a hurry. He went to collect new equipment like an ordinary orc, and then listened to the admonition of the orcs of higher-level orcs for a while.

Finally, he was sent back to rest and then lurked out quietly.

The orcs in Angban looked much thinner overall, and wars originated from the outside were obviously a lot of burdens for this place, but they were still quite large in number than the elves.

Once he left, Charles sneaked towards the area under the orc abyss.

He was not going to go to the deepest part of Angban to find Morgoth to fight for his life, but wanted to achieve another purpose of this trip first.

That is to kill the dragon!

Whether it was his own Seven Rivers or other elves in Middle-earth, they were very afraid of the giant dragon running around on their heads, mainly because they did not have a complete defense and counterattack measures.

Fortunately, there were not many dragons at this time, otherwise they would have no power to resist.

But it is precisely because there are very few dragons, and even at most no more than twenty were dispatched, that Shire had this idea.

The goal of assassinating Morgoth seems to be hopeless, but if it fails, extermination of the dragons first is worth this trip.

With this idea in mind, Charles quietly flew around in the darkness of Angban.

However, for a moment, he did not find his target.

Relying against the shadow of the hole in an underground area and looking at the wolves running among the rocks in front of them, Charles frowned.

Unlike the last time he sneaked in, this time he was not only sneaking in with his disguise, but also relying on his ability to sneak.

The main reason is that he already has a basic understanding of Angban and does not need to be as careful as last time to avoid touching the minefield.

However, after spending a few days to search Angban thoroughly, he did not find the location of the giant dragons!

The Shire is still familiar with each area here. The most suspicious thing is the place closest to the Hall of Morgoth, where strange hissings often occur.

The last time Charles investigated this, and found that it was some vulture nests living in the underground world, so he didn't care much at that time.

It was only when the dragon appeared that he doubted whether he had been "deceived".

However, this repeated investigation, he still did not find any dragon figures here.

Or, he only found some wingless lizard dragons in another area, but he did not see any winged one!

"They can't appear out of thin air." With this idea in his mind, he couldn't help but look at the rocks above his head.

Angban is so big that some birds can fly here, but if it is a giant dragon...

It felt like I had found the wrong place, but Charles did not act immediately, but instead lurked away.

As the days passed day by day, he also maintained the orc's posture until a night with thin moonlight exposed, a faint hissing sound appeared from afar.

The orc who was in charge of guarding the gate looked at him and three dim little black dots were gradually approaching under the gloomy dark clouds, and finally revealed their true appearance.

These giant dragons, which looked like large birds, did not dive down after returning, but spread their wings and slashed from the sky of Sangorotom and disappeared from sight at a very fast speed.

The orcs guarding the gate turned their eyes when they saw this.

Then he created chaos, pretended to die and escape, and successfully sneaked into the back of the mountains outside Angban.

However, when he stepped onto a mountain surrounded by mountains and looked at a huge valley below the peak, everything he saw made him stunned on the spot.

Sharp roars were heard everywhere, and the figures of winged dragons, big or small, were all over the mountains. Looking roughly, there were more than a hundred!
Chapter completed!