I reforged the glory of the magic ring in Middle-earth

Chapter 32 In Takidare
The abandoned ruins of Longdale, Great Port, June 2939, Third Era.

As time goes by, the originally warm spring gradually turns into hot summer, and the land of Mingshirias is gradually covered with green plants.

The only good news for those enslaved by the Orcs was that the nights in June were no longer as cold as in spring, and no one would wake up to fall into a long sleep.

"Hurry up, you lazy slaves! If you don't want to be chosen to feed the wargs, get your hands dirty!"

Early in the morning, Oak walked directly to a dilapidated wooden house that could not even provide shelter from the wind and rain, and shouted in a rude voice. At the same time, he swung his whip at the people who had finally fallen asleep, leaving blood marks on their already scarred skin.

The people who were being whipped woke up from their sleep, dodging the whips of Oak, and moved out of the wooden house with numb expressions. They began to work endlessly in handcuffs and shackles.

"Two are missing, leaving only forty-two people."

A young male human counted the number of people coming out of the cabin without Oak noticing. His disguised numb expression turned into resentment, but soon changed back when Oak looked at him.

Alberto is the man's name.

He had the most scars among the group, and was a bit bigger than the others.

In addition to the scars from whipping, this young human male also had more scars from sharp weapons.

It is clear that he was a trained soldier before being captured by the Orcs.

He and his comrades were ambushed by Orcs while patrolling the wilds. Although they fought back and killed many Orcs, the number of Orcs far outnumbered them.

After more than 80% of his comrades were killed by Oak, Alberto was stabbed in the back and lost consciousness. When he woke up, he found himself brought to this place.

Alberto had no idea where he was being taken, he only knew that this was a large port that had been abandoned for a long time.

At this time, he regretted that he did not carefully remember the names of all the ruined ports marked on the map when looking at it.

The hot early summer sun shone on his bent back, and the stones that his hands were trying to grab also felt warm, but Alberto's heart was cold.

His captured compatriots were killed or injured every day due to various reasons, and the Orcs deliberately did not feed them well and made them do heavy physical work.

This made it impossible for Alberto to escape. He didn't even know when he would suddenly die like his dead companions, under the machete of the orcs' torture and play, or collapse from exhaustion beside the stone pestle and become food for the wargs.

Just as Alberto was daydreaming, Oak suddenly kicked him hard in the butt, almost breaking his waist. The sudden impact made Alberto lose his balance and he crashed into the pile of stones in front of him, blood dripping from his forehead.

"Hurry up! If you don't repair this dock today, I'll throw you all over to feed the wargs!"

Oak's impatient voice was heard, followed by two "pops", and two burning pains came from Alberto's back.

Oak then spat at Alberto, who was trying to stand up shakily, before walking away with a mocking smile.

"what……"

Only when Oak disappeared did Alberto make a sound of pain and lean against the pile of stones to try to ease the pain in his body.

But not only did the pain not get relieved, but because I didn't eat enough yesterday, even my stomach felt a scratchy hunger.

Damn Oak.

Alberto cursed in his heart, afraid that if he cursed out loud, the Oaks who were hiding and eavesdropping would hear him, and then the Oaks would have a reason to kill him.

Although the current state is no different from being dead.

Alberto laughed at himself in his heart, then stood up and continued to work hard to move the stones.

But just as Alberto lowered his head, one black shadow after another passed across the ground. They were shadows projected from the sky.

At the same time he heard the Orcs' panic.

what's the situation! ?

Just as Alberto was about to look up and around, he heard the familiar sound of arrows breaking through the air - the sound of arrows falling one after another with the whistling wind.

The sound of breaking through the air was so sharp and piercing that it almost tore the eardrums apart. Each arrow seemed to have life, searching for its target.

He curled himself up beside the pile of stones. The stones were warm and hard, and through his thin clothes, they conveyed a cold sense of security.

Dust and gravel flew around Alberto, and every time the arrow made close contact with the ground, it stirred up a cloud of flying dust.

Although Alberto had no idea what the arrow's owner's purpose was, as a soldier who had once been on the battlefield, he knew well the dangers of stray arrows on the battlefield.

So, while dodging the arrows, he called out to his compatriots, asking them not to just stand there stupidly. His compatriots also sought cover in the chaos, their cries of surprise intertwined with the sound of arrows piercing the air.

Under the clear sky, the Winged Hybrids were like falcons in the sky, their feathers, gradating from pure white to deep black, gleaming like metal in the sunlight.

Their sharp eyes scanned the ground for any movement. Under the gaze of the winged hybrids, those Orcs who had been left outside their cover without time to retreat appeared helpless and vulnerable, like lambs to the slaughter, at the mercy of the hunters.

The air trembled slightly as bowstrings were drawn to their full length, and the arrows in the hands of the winged hybrids streaked through the sky, heading straight for their targets.

"enemy--!"

The orc, who used to whip humans for fun, stood on the deserted street, his unique attire standing out in the desolate scene.

There was never any fear in its mocking and enjoyable eyes as it used the whip as a toy and human screams as entertainment.

However, as the shadows in the sky grew larger and the arrows shot by the winged hybrids swooped down like hawks, a hint of panic finally flashed in the eyes of the orc.

In the sky above Takiedel, the sound of flapping wings was like a symphony of death.

It screamed heart-wrenchingly, its voice echoing in the deserted streets, but was drowned out by the whistling sound of the rain of arrows.

Although the winged hybrids couldn't hit the target every time, they could pull the bowstrings very quickly.

Oak, holding a whip, became the perfect target for the winged hybrids because of his unique attire.

The Orc, who delighted in inflicting torture on humans, uttered his first word before his roar abruptly ceased. Dozens of arrows pierced his body, blood and flesh churning under the impact. Sharp arrowheads entered his open, foul-smelling mouth and exited through the back of his neck.

The whip fell to the ground, and the body of the long-dead Oak swayed in the rain of arrows. Every time he was hit by an arrow, he convulsed, and finally fell to the ground like the whip.

Soon, the rain of arrows subsided, and the terrible sound of arrows breaking through the air no longer sounded above Albert's head.

He took a deep breath, trying to dispel the confusion and uneasiness in his heart. Then, Albert's eyes fell on the body of the orc that had just whipped him. More precisely, it was the machete hanging from the orc's waist.

Albert raised his head suddenly and found that half of the unknown creatures in the sky that shot Oak were flapping their wings and flying away, while the other half were still circling in the air as if they were scouting the situation below.

Because the winged hybrids could not carry much weight, the last few rounds of shooting had already consumed the arrows they carried with them, so the half that left was to replenish the arrows.

He was certain that these creatures in the sky had discovered him and his hiding compatriots, but he didn't know why they didn't take any action against him.

Albert looked at his compatriots who were hiding near other piles of stones or wood not far away, and shouted with his limited strength, "Is anyone injured over there?"

"no!"

"No one was hurt on my side."

"Those arrows seemed to be deliberately avoiding our position."

Two or three answers, neither big nor small, came back. The responses made Albert feel relieved and also made him sure that the main target of those creatures in the sky was the orcs in the Longdedale Harbor, not humans.

"Then you must hide well later! Remember not to be discovered by the Orcs. This may be our only chance to escape! Everyone, you all want to go home, right? You all miss the warm fire in the fireplace and the delicious bread on the table, right? So you must not be discovered by the Orcs, do you understand?"

After Albert shouted this loudly, he used his hands and feet to stagger to the body of the Oak, pulled out the opponent's machete from his waist, and staggered back to the pile of stones.

Fortunately, the other surviving orcs in Longdale were focused on the sky, and most of them hid in the houses and did not come out, so Albert's actions were not discovered.

Of course, this also has a lot to do with the fact that the Orcs discovered that the monsters attacking them in the sky did not look like humans.

They felt that under the rain of arrows of that scale, the enslaved humans would have surely died tragically.

If the Orcs had not known that their own kind could not grow wings and fly, they would have thought that they were in conflict with Orcs from other places.

After all, conflicts between Orcs from different regions are very common. Even if they just dislike each other, the two sides can fight each other to the point of bloodshed.

Albert used the machete he had picked up to cut the thick rope between his handcuffs, then picked up the machete and chopped the thin iron chain between his leg irons with all his strength, making a series of metallic clanging sounds. The chain broke under the impact of the force, but the machete was almost scrapped.

But Albert finally gained temporary freedom.

He stood there, breathing heavily, looking at the shackles he had just broken free from, a relieved smile on his face.

And Albert wasn't the only one doing this.

Following Albert's demonstration, the bound humans, like a long-awaited rain, searched the bodies of the Orcs for objects that could be used as weapons.

A burly man pulled a sharp dagger from beneath an Orc corpse. He gripped the hilt, the tip gleaming coldly in the sunlight. With a powerful swing, the dagger severed the hemp ropes that bound his hands and feet. As the restraints were freed, his eyes revealed the same emotion as Albert's.

Nearby, another man untied a crude iron axe from the waist of an Orc corpse near him, and using it to free himself from the chains, he immediately began to help his companions break the fetters on their hands and feet.

It’s a pity that the orc captain didn’t show up, otherwise I could try to get the key from his corpse.

Albert thought to himself.

Then he picked up the machete with a bent and notched blade and tiptoed to his compatriots.

At this time, many of our compatriots had already broken free from their restraints and were helping other elderly people, women and children break the handcuffs and leg shackles on them.

"Albert, you're the only one here who has served in the military. We all listen to you. What should we do next?"

A man spoke first, and the other men who still had the strength nodded vigorously, while the old people, women and children all looked at Albert with the same eyes.

With the opportunity to regain their freedom, the expressions of these enslaved people were no longer numb and became lively.

Just as Albert nodded and was about to say something, he suddenly heard Captain Oak's angry roar: "You bunch of idiots, even if you can't shoot the enemy down, don't let these scum in the sky fly so recklessly! Blow the horn quickly, tell those cowards to get out of their rooms and get out and shoot!"

The dull sound of the horn echoed in Longdedale, and the excited air was filled with tension and solemnity.

The tranquility of Dagang was completely broken. Every inch of land and every building seemed to be vibrating, echoing the sudden drums of war.

The dilapidated houses were like giant beasts awakened, and Orcs emerged from the shadows one after another like an iron stream. The roars of the Orcs mixed with the horns, and they raised their bows and arrows to the winged hybrids in the sky.

There was naturally some movement in the houses near Albert, and he immediately shouted in a low voice: "Everyone get down and hide, stop what you are doing!"

The people around followed suit and hid their bodies where Oak couldn't see them.

Captain Oak stayed in the house in the center of Takiedale, squinting through the window at the winged hybrids flying in the sky, his heart full of doubts.

Because it had never seen this kind of creature before, it couldn't understand why the other party suddenly slaughtered the Orcs.

But Captain Oak made a big mistake, which was to expose his coordinates when his side had no means to effectively stop the enemy's air units.

The winged hybrids immediately marked the house from which the dull horn sound came as an important target. One of the winged hybrids immediately flapped its wings, flew away from its compatriots, and quickly descended to the ground.

Beside the Greywater River, the bodies of several Orcs lay on the ground, their black blood soaking the water around their bodies.

The lion hybrid and the nearly one hundred scaled hybrids behind him shook off the water droplets on their bodies while replenishing arrows for the returning winged hybrids.

Tanes, riding on Torret, also appeared next to the lion hybrid and was communicating with him.

The arrows were exactly what was in Tanes's space backpack. Although there were not many, they were enough for the winged hybrids to use.

In the sky, the winged hybrid landed next to Tanes and the lion hybrid and said to them in a hoarse voice, "We found the command room where Captain Oak is."

Tanes looked silently at the lion hybrid and nodded.

The lion hybrid opened its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth, and laughed ferociously: "Very good."

Then he crawled on the ground with the hybrid sword hanging on his back, and the next moment he ran like a real lion.

The lion hybrid's mane shone crimson in the sunlight, and behind him, the dragon-like scales of the scaly hybrid also gleamed in the sun. Their muscles rippled with the movement of their feet, and the sound of their march was like a dull drumbeat on the ground.

　Sorry for the late update, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)