Chapter 1
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Faced with such a bizarre scene, the other two half-orcs exchanged glances, each with a look of terror. One gripped his wooden club tightly, while the other prepared to send out an alarm signal immediately. However, they hesitated for a moment.

Because the rules of the Orc tribes were also strict. If they sent out signals recklessly, they would not only be subjected to excessive abuse, but would also receive scolding and beatings… Saruman's Orc tribes were a race filled with simplicity, efficiency, and brutality. The most frequently used punishment was to silently take out an iron mold, then casually press the red-hot iron forcefully onto the skin of the punished!

Before the punished could recover from the intense smell of burnt flesh and immense pain, they would be relegated to the ranks of slaves, unless they performed some meritorious service to regain the treatment of free citizens.

These factors combined determined the tragic fate of the two half-orcs! They did not realize the hidden and immense danger, so they had to pay the price of their lives!

In that moment of hesitation, they smelled a fragrance.

A captivating fragrance. It was like wine that had just been warmed up, or fragrant beast meat that had just been scooped out of a pot, trembling and steaming, and it also had the fragrance of newly ripened fruit. The two orcs were cold and hungry at this time, and they couldn't help but gulp.

At the same time, the trees near them began to sprout, grow, and stretch at an astonishing speed. Green leaves quickly emerged, and a powerful, vibrant natural force dominated the area.

It seemed that spring had arrived early on this cold and barren land. Suddenly, that powerful force quickly receded, and only then did the two half-orcs suddenly realize! It was time to send a magic alarm!

Unfortunately, they had just had the thought and hadn't even had time to implement the action, when a burning, searing pain suddenly surged from all over their bodies. In the flashing golden light, an ancient Elven rune flew past their eyes, as if for a moment, the souls of the two half-orcs were drawn to that ancient Elven rune, and were burned and corroded.

"Fools…" One half-orc tried hard to swing the axe in his hand, but his hand fell limply after raising it halfway. After he said these two words, the trees next to him suddenly broke in two from the middle, and he also broke at the waist, falling on the snowy ground like two pieces of wood. Torrents of blood gushed out, steaming on the snow, and soon congealed into bright red ice.

The other half-orc had just turned around in horror and began to flee, when that ancient Elven rune shot from behind, arriving first, piercing a terrifying wound in his back, then flew back in a high-speed arc. However, the wound on the half-orc's chest did not bleed at all. He also seemed unaware of it, and ran for tens of meters before suddenly falling face down! Never to move again!

In the forest, Fang Senyan was now kneeling on the ground, supporting himself on a tree, panting heavily and repeatedly making retching sounds. While panting, he cursed that damned Space for excessively plundering his power. It took a while for him to stand up, staggering a few steps, and then a slender figure seemed to emerge from the trees, directly supporting him. It was the elf girl, Wu Ge.

Fang Senyan looked back and said:

"How is it? Is the box buried?"

Wu Ge nodded, but didn't say much. Deep in her heart, she still disliked killing. Fang Senyan looked at her unusually pale face and frowned slightly:

"What's wrong with you?"

Wu Ge lowered her head and looked at her toes, timidly saying:

"I followed, followed your instructions, and after burying that box, I happened to encounter a, a wounded bear. Its fur was really soft, its eyes were filled with fear and fright, so I treated its wound…"

"I understand." Fang Senyan sighed. He couldn't really blame this kind elf girl for anything. In fact, the identity of the Dawn Elf and some of the memories of magic would not cause a person to be completely transformed, even losing their nature. For Wu Ge, an elf girl whose converted age was only sixteen human years, she had shown enough strength and courage in that series of encounters.

"I'm sorry…" Wu Ge looked like she was about to cry at any moment: "My strength is almost exhausted, and there is only one ancient Elven rune that can be used. Killing these three half-orcs is almost my limit."

"It's okay." Fang Senyan said seriously: "Then let's go quickly. Before those guys chase after us."

He also felt a little annoyed in his heart at this time. As the saying goes, a wise man is bound to make a mistake. If he hadn't let Jiao Shi take all the Hachi Jiajia eggs, it would have been better! Just leaving one behind would allow Wu Ge to recover to her full state! Why be so passive now?

"Really okay?" The elf girl said with tears in her eyes.

Fang Senyan nodded:

"It's okay, but if we don't leave, then there will be something wrong."

The two began a difficult trek. Although they killed the three half-orcs chasing from behind, Fang Senyan still had an ominous premonition lingering in his heart.

Obviously, Saruman's loss this time could only be described as terrifying. Even if those priceless gems were not mentioned, the mithril and fine gold that were stolen were estimated to be the entire production of Middle-earth in a year! Under such circumstances, Fang Senyan definitely didn't believe that Saruman could swallow this breath and let himself escape! And he was now a veritable "burden". With such a drag on speed, he was afraid that even more terrifying pursuers would be following behind!

At this thought, Fang Senyan asked Wu Ge to find a wind-sheltered cave for himself, and then she would leave first. Even if her divine power was exhausted, without his hindrance, she would definitely be able to travel much faster than at the current speed.

But the elf girl refused this time. She didn't even say much and just pulled Fang Senyan along, then burst into tears. Helpless, Fang Senyan could only continue to travel with her.

Although Fang Senyan had always felt a great threat, the two's journey forward had been very smooth. The pursuers they had expected didn't come. He didn't know if it was the Dawn Elf's blessing that was too powerful and concealed their tracks, or if the damage caused by Hachi Jiajia to Saruman and his forces was too great, making it impossible to send too many people?

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At this time, Fang Senyan and the others had begun to walk on a road full of danger, cold, and slipperiness.

The wind was very strong, and the snowflakes were cutting on people's bodies like knives, so that Fang Senyan had to bend down, trying his best to avoid the wind's resistance as he moved forward. Green light would flash on his body from time to time, which was the Dawn Elf's blessing taking effect from time to time to dispel the abnormal state on his body.

To the left of the two was an ice valley that was at least a hundred meters deep. The width of the ice valley was more than two hundred meters. Looking down, one could see ice rocks intertwined and jagged like wolf teeth. Falling down would undoubtedly result in being pierced and torn to death. And the opposite bank of the ice valley was only about seven or eight kilometers away from the orc city in a straight line. Standing here, one could even see that snow peak that had been turned into a white beehive by the orcs digging holes.

When he was being escorted before, Fang Senyan had noticed the special terrain here: this orc city should be located in an ice valley basin deep in the Misty Mountains, and this basin only had a pass called "Black Notch" in the south for passage, and below the mountains on the south side of the basin, there appeared this terrifying transverse ice valley, which seemed to be a nightmare-like belt wrapping the foot of the mountains on the south side of the basin.

If there were no such dangerous ice valley, maintaining a straight line after passing through the "Black Notch" pass would lead to the orc city after walking five or six kilometers. But with this ice valley, even after passing through the "Black Notch" pass, one would have to first walk horizontally to the west along the ice valley for seven or eight kilometers, come to the narrowest area of the ice valley, and then cross this ice valley by risking the harsh climate through a pre-built wooden bridge.

Because of the simplicity and disrepair of this wooden bridge, this process was quite dangerous for inexperienced prisoners. Therefore, everyone needed to be vigilant and carefully pass through the wooden bridge to cross here. In this way, the actual distance from the Black Notch pass to the orc city even exceeded fifteen kilometers.

Of course, Saruman, being so shrewd, couldn't possibly not arrange guards in such an important place that could be called a place where one man could hold off ten thousand. Under normal circumstances, there would be three Uruk-hai and ten half-orcs patrolling day and night at the small house at the head of the bridge. Not even a fly could slip past… of course, that was on the premise that there were flies here.

But under the great temptation of this legendary creature, Hachi Khimga, Saruman did not hesitate to withdraw all the guarding forces here, leaving only one half-orc who could be described as old, weak, sick, and disabled to guard here.

The only thing this orc had to do was to tear off the magic scroll he carried with him to warn Saruman when he encountered any suspicious situation… Unfortunately, this old guy was obviously not a responsible person.

When Fang Senyan and Wu Ge saw him, this guy was sleeping soundly next to the fire. Yellow fangs jutted out next to his lips, and viscous saliva dripped from the side of his teeth, and a large puddle of water had accumulated on the ground… Therefore, there was sufficient reason to believe that Mr. Jiao Shi, who had escaped earlier, had swaggered directly past here.