The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Soon, the people around the stairs of Idoras saw the two guards dragging Grima out of the palace and threw him on the steps, and Grima rolled down the steps. He screamed in embarrassment, and stopped after hitting his head on the stone road under the stairs.

Chapter 2432: Luohan Mobilizes

"What are you going to do with Grima?"

Inside the palace, the guards were happy that their king was back to his original state. In the past, Grima has been claiming to the outside world that King Hiurdon was ill and his health was deteriorating. So people did not suspect that it was a curse, but were praying for the health of the king.

"Why should I keep such a traitor!" Hidden's body is still a bit weak, but Zelin can see that he only needs a hot meal and beer to recover. The king drew his sword and looked at the hilt. People gathered in front of the gate of the Golden Temple and waited for Hidden's disposal: "He just wants to control me with sorcery. Death is the fairest punishment for him."

After that, Hidden held the sword and walked to the door.

"He looks greedy and afraid of death," Zelin said.

Theoton walked past the captain of the guard, and Hama immediately followed the king.

"And he is Saruman's confidant." The demon hunter put his hands in front of him: "This is a very good breakthrough."

Xiuton stopped.

"Perhaps Saruman has other arrangements for him, and has assigned him other tasks. He wants Rohan, maybe there will be some arrangements that need to be handled by Grima internally. At least, he should be clear. What is Isinger's internal plan?" Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly: "I suggest that you try to find some clues or valuable information from him first, and then you are deciding what to do with him."

In the end, King Haydon announced that Grima would be imprisoned, and he would be tried again for his crimes when the war was over.

Iomo was ordered to summon Rohan's soldiers and go to support the Eisen River battlefield as soon as possible. The captain of the guard, Hama, began to enlist the riders of Edoras. A few days later, Hiurdon would personally lead him to the Eisen River to fight Saruman.

The messenger carrying the king's order galloped out on horseback to various places in Rohan. The order came from His Royal Highness Jin, and the lifeless Edoras was running again. The stables opened, and the soldiers riding horses rushed to the school reading field, waiting to be assembled.

"It was Gandalf the gray-robed wizard who rushed to Rivendell and warned that Saruman had betrayed."

Inside the palace, the fire that had been extinguished for a long time burned again, and the fire light illuminates every corner of the Golden Palace, dispelling the shadows and chills.

"It's Gandalf? He's been to Rohan before, but in my memory, it's a long time ago." Hidden threw away the sickly gray robe and put on a brown jacket. Under the jacket is a red shirt with golden lines on the edge of the shirt. He stood by the fire, with flames in his pupils: "Is Gandalf in Rohan? He can always bring wise advice."

"I'm afraid not, Your Majesty, he has a more important mission and responsibility, but I think it may not be long before he will come to Rohan." Zelin said vaguely, "That's why I was with the elf ranger. Arrive to Rohan, luckily all this is too late. Now that you have recovered, when the army is assembled, perhaps Saruman has not been able to gather all the troops. His vanguard was attacked by Prince Siyod at the mouth of the Eisen River. The loss was heavy."

"I heard Iomo say, you helped Siyoud fight, and you passed the news to Yiomo for him." Siyoudun turned around and looked at Zelin: "I don't know if wizards can Bring wisdom and good luck to Rohan, but there is no doubt that you are a friend of Rohan. Is this the first time you set foot on Rohan’s land? If so, I will let every subject in Rohan You all know that you are Rohan’s eternal friend, and the palace gates of every king in the future will be open to you."

"This is my glory, Your Majesty." Zelin nodded gently. He didn't care much about it, and paid more attention to the other side: "What are you going to do with Saruman next? He has a strong orc army and can communicate with Mordor through the Palantir spar. Ai The Singh Fortress is backed by the Misty Mountains, and the orcs in the mountains will continue to support him. Prince Siyod originally planned to attack the city, but after a field battle, his troops were no longer enough to attack the strong fortress."

"About how many troops does he have?"

"Pioneer has two thousand." Ze Lin pursed his lips: "But my information is a long time ago."

"Iomo said that when he led the army to the mouth of the Eisen River, about five days ago, Saruman’s fortress was full of soldiers, and another army was sent to camp under the fortress wall, at least in number. More than five thousand."

Zelin frowned: "So many?"

If Saruman can send five thousand soldiers to camp outside, then his number of soldiers must far exceed this number. Especially after being attacked once, he shouldn't make the mistake of sending most of the soldiers out of the city to attack, and the result is that the city is empty.

"If he has ten thousand strong orc soldiers, Rohan will take a month to assemble." Xiyuton took a deep breath, and the king's eyes were solemn: "I can gather six thousand riders in a week, including Io. Mo and Siyud’s army, and the rest of the time—if Saruman will give us time, I can summon another 6,000 soldiers from the village and castle."

"Cavalry can't attack the city, Your Majesty."

"I understand."

"Maybe we can try to draw Saruman out of the fortress and lead it to a decisive battle on the plain outside." Zelin suggested: "I'm afraid I can't wait for a month, Your Majesty. It only took half a month. Saruman. Not only did Ruman recover from the previous battles, he even mobilized several times the number of troops he had before. He mobilized the orcs from the Misty Mountains far faster than the hussars, let alone hustle and bustle, please pardon me, the whole Luo The total number of residents in Khan may not be as large as the number of orcs in the Misty Mountains. The orcs have multiplied in the mountains for hundreds of thousands of years, and even the dwarves will find it difficult to set foot again."

Moria was once the greatest city of the dwarves, but now the dwarves cannot colonize again. Even if there is no legendary Turin killer, the dwarves want to colonize Moria, they must summon the entire Middle-earth dwarf tribe to form an expedition army, just like Thorin's grandfather back then, aggressively attacking the mountains.

"If I can do it, I would be very happy to hunt orcs on the plains." Hidden said, "Pray that we can do it! I will lead the army and set off tomorrow, and the remaining soldiers will follow me one after another. Team. Will you go out with me, wizard?"

"Of course, Your Majesty." Zelin nodded: "I am so happy, I am here to deal with Saruman. He doesn't want to harm anyone."

Chapter 2433 The Stalker

Under the scorching sun, three figures were running on the undulating hills.

In the distance, the orcs in armor rushed all the way, and the long line turned into a black snake on the plain.

Legolas was standing on the top of a hill, looking into the distance, a series of dust wagging up in the distance: "They are still running away, as you think, Aragorn, they are going west, they may have to follow Go to Isengard from the edge of the Fargon Forest!"

"Their speed is like the master whipping with a whip behind him." Aragorn narrowed his eyes slightly: "Saruman must be eager to return to Isengard."

"Maybe the white-robed wizard is still planning what conspiracy, why can these **** orcs run so long?" The dwarf Jinli breathed the air, dragging a heavy battle axe and following Aragorn and Legola. Behind Si: "I'm not saying that dwarves can't run, but our dwarves have always been good at short sprints."

"I think this is good news." Aragorn looked at the rocky hills in the distance: "The orcs chose to bypass Rohan instead of walking through. They are still afraid of Rohan, Rohan has not yet fallen into Saruman. Hands."

"Maybe it's just because they like this road." Jinli murmured, and followed up: "What the **** is going on here? We have been running for so many days, and we haven't even seen a ghost shadow. What about Luohan people? We saw so many signs of camping along the way. The Luohan people were on their way, all heading in one direction. What are they doing?"

"The residents of Hussars are usually not so willing to welcome guests because they are surrounded by enemies." Aragorn took a deep breath: "Go ahead and stop them before the strong orcs send the Hobbits into Isengard!"

After all, Aragorn ran down the hillside, chasing the direction where the orc disappeared. Legolas followed closely behind. Jin Li took a deep breath.

"Well, keep breathing, this is the trick." He kept muttering, as if to cheer himself up: "Keep breathing, keep breathing, hurry up and Jinli, you are about to fall behind the elf!"

The team followed the orcs all the way, and the strong orcs who fled were also chasing after them, showing no sign of stopping. Perhaps there is nothing wrong with the strong orcs. They are transformed creatures born by magic, but the half-orcs are exhausted enough. But even so, Saruman still spared no effort to summon his soldiers back to Isengard.

When Siyod's cavalry began to shrink and focus more on hunting down the orcs who had sneaked into Rohan, the orcs in Isengard began to unscrupulously chop down trees, smelt iron ore, and forge weapons.

"Hurry up and work, you idiots! Swing your axes. From now on, this land will not allow the master to see any trees that have not been felled!" The orc overseer riding on the wolves patrolled the slave room with his hands. Holding a scimitar and whip: "The master requires all his army to be equipped with armor and weapons within seven days. If the flame goes out and there is not enough wood to throw in, you should jump in by yourself, lest the master come to punish you again! Don't look like I'm dying, hurry up and work!"

The felled trees are piled up, waiting for more slaves from Isengard to carry these thick trunks and carry them to the underground forge.

Thick smoke billowed in the forge, burning wood day and night, and the black smoke wafting out was clearly visible in the Rohan camp on the other side of the Eisen River.

"What's going on here?" The supervisor suddenly noticed that at the edge of the forest farm, a few more axes were thrown to the ground: "Where are the workers here?!"

No one answered it. All the slaves just bowed their heads and kept cutting down the old trees that had survived for many years.

The overseer turned to the guards aside: "Where are the lumberjacks here?! The owner is in desperate need of wood to make a fire! Cut down all the trees here before the Rohan bugs appear!"

"They were here just now."

The orc guard holding the machete came over in confusion, scratching the back of its head: "I remember, they were cutting trees here just now. I asked them to be faster. Don't spend time on these small trees. Big trees, I suspect they are lazy."

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm watching another group move the wood away." The guard spread his hands: "As a result, there was no one when I came back. Could it be the man on the horse who took them?"

"You are an idiot. If the rider comes over, why are the others still alive? They disappeared!" The overseer's whip was slammed on the guard: "Take a few people, come with me, they are sure I ran into the forest, I want to chop off every lazy bastard's head!"

Suddenly, a terrifying scream came from the logging camp.

The overseer turned around. Before it had time to see what was going on, the wolf underneath stood upright and threw it to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the grass on the ground grew wildly, like a flame attracted by dry wood, wrapped around the feet of orc slaves and soldiers like tarsus maggots, spreading along the ankles to the calves and knees. Half-orcs have never seen this before. They want to tear off the grass that is entangled on their bodies, but the grass not only did not break, but took the opportunity to entangle their wrists, pulling on the half-orcs’ limbs, causing them to lose their balance and fall down. . Whenever an orc fell, more grass and vines took the opportunity to wrap around their necks, tightening their necks fiercely.