The Journey of the Demon Hunter

While observing the ground below, Altarel wrapped his hands around Zelin's waist and said in his ear. Otherwise, the howling wind will obscure her voice: "Lower the altitude, we are not far from the orc team."

"No, lower the height. If you can be seen clearly, you will be suspected. If the distance is high enough, even if it flies above their heads, the orcs will only think it is a crow or a goose." Zelin tightened his mouth and spoke in the cold wind. It made him feel very uncomfortable: "Pay attention to the surroundings. I don't know if this unit is the only one to help Saruman."

"That one who will become an animal... Fairy, doesn't plan to come with you."

"She has her own things to do, and this kind of thing, the number of people does not represent an advantage." Zelin grabbed the reins with both hands: "Have you brought your tools? I still remember your feat in Mordor, but unfortunately I didn't watch it at the time. Been there."

"I prepared everything, originally intended to be used in Isengard, but you saved Isengard's life." Altariel said stubbornly: "Otherwise this war is over."

"You are always so confident."

Zelin did not continue the argument, and the Elf Ranger closed his mouth boredly.

Hisalie decided to return to the Fargon Forest again. It was a pity that Zelin didn't have enough time to talk to her about what happened during this period, but the Druid thought she was very happy to see such a living forest. After returning to the world of demon hunters, she couldn't wait to go to the enchanted forest of Brockleron and compare it with Fargon Forest and Felwood Forest.

It is said that the tree people have learned of what Saruman is doing to the Fargon Forest and have begun to discuss how to deal with Saruman.

But she has no hope for the efficiency of the tree people. The lifespan of trees is far from comparable to that of other intelligent creatures. Although night elves can obtain immortality under the World Tree, they do not consider themselves to be long-lived species, because there are ancient trees that have a lifespan that far exceeds theirs. When a race with a lifespan of millennia and tens of thousands of years begins to discuss meetings, who knows how much time they think a normal meeting will take.

Crossing the deforested hillside, Xisali leapt into the Fargon Forest lightly.

Entering a forest full of natural atmosphere is as comfortable as returning home to her. The houses built by humans and the cities built with too many rocks make her feel little warm. Of course, she respects the choices of human beings, just like the druids in the night elves society will not object to the priests of the Moon Temple using stone to build temples, or sentinels to use wood to build defensive camps.

Coming to the tree people’s parliament field, twelve towering tree people formed a circle on a clearing covered with fallen leaves and talked to each other in their unique language.

Two Hobbits in shirts stood on the edge of the clearing, looking bored at the tree people.

"There are wolves...! Oh, it's you."

Pipin jumped up subconsciously when he noticed Xisali, but then he thought of her identity and sighed softly: "It scared me, I thought it was a wolf."

"Hi, Pipin!" Meili, who was still sitting on the ground, patted Pipin's knee displeasedly: "The water from your plate almost spilled on me."

"The wolves don't enter the forest so easily. There are so many tree people." Xisali turned back into human form: "Aragorn and Gandalf have joined together. How is the meeting going? Did they decide what to do? "

"We just talked about the events of 1,300 years. It was a good memory." Shuhu turned around slowly, and said in words they could understand: "Many tree people have come. We have been here for a long time. I have never been reunited like this. But it takes a long, long time to make such an important decision. We rarely speak, so we have to find a way to express what we want to say more accurately. This is... ."

"The Rohan are about to go to war." Xisali said: "It won't be more than three days at most."

"But we don't think that the outside war should spread to the forest." Shuhu's voice is as leisurely as ever: "The forest will not affect the outside world, and it is difficult for the outside world to affect the forest. But Saruman has been threatening the safety of Fagun. Oh, let me introduce to you, this is poplar, it is one of the oldest members of us."

"Don't you naively think that Saruman will ignore the forest in front of his gate?" Xisali frowned: "It has already started attacking the forest, don't you know anything about it?"

"I'm very grateful for the news, spirit." The tree people's voice was like wood rubbing against each other: "In the past, Saruman often went to my forest for walks and talked with me about nature's feelings and stories. But Now, his mind is full of steel, digging underground, and gears, that's all. The white-robed wizard is no longer interested in nature, he has changed."

"Then you are still....... Are you still discussing whether to attack or not?" Meili looked at Shuhu: "It's already this point."

"But what can destroy nature?" The branches and leaves on Shuhu's forehead trembled, as if shaking his head: "Nature will eventually become everything, whether it is a magnificent city or a prosperous village, nature is everywhere."

"How is Rohan's situation? Isn't the king leading the soldiers to besiege Isengard?" Pipin put down the tray in his hand: "Aren't they about to win?"

"Because someone is helping Saruman, a man called the demon...Anyway, you should know what it is. Elune is on, I once naively thought that nature is eternal and unchanging until there is One day, a group of orcs came to the edge of the forest with axes and torches, and then a group of little greenskins drove a wood feller to turn a large area of ​​woodland into a desert." Xisari folded her hands on her chest: "The situation of the Rohan people is not good. Although they are surrounding Isengard, they can be said to be trapped under Isengard's city wall. Many orcs rushed out of the Misty Mountains and went to Rohan to attack their cities and villages."

"Orcs, half-orcs, they will be wiped out when they enter the forest, no doubt." Shuhu slowly turned around and returned to the parliamentary space: "A war, you must make a cautious decision. Wait here, Huo. Bitman, elves, we will vote soon."

"The Shuren speaks very quickly." Meili whispered to Pipin from the side: "How fast do you think it can be?"

Pipin ate the berries in his hand and burped: "It must be slower than you."

Hisalie sighed, and she shook her hands: "I'm going to the south, two people, I hope to see you later. May the stars guide your path."

"South? Wait, what are you going to do?" Meili asked quickly.

"Zelin said that he was worried whether other orcs would continue to rush out of the Misty Mountains and attack Rohan through the forest, so I plan to investigate." Xisali explained to them: "You stay here, don't leave. , The outside will soon become a battlefield, and you should not go to the battlefield."

"The forest to the south will not let go of the orcs." Shuhu's voice reached their ears: "The forest will never let go of the orcs."

"Yes, the forest will not, but the premise is that there is a forest." Xisali said word by word: "If the forest disappears, how can a wasteland attack the Orcs? I told you, Saruman's The orcs are cutting down the forest."

"The orcs in the mountains have always wanted to cut down the trees, but they have been defeated and wiped out. There will always be people who want to eliminate the forest. We used to live on the plain east of the river, but then the forest moved here, where it is now yours. Become a great wasteland. The devil did not destroy the forest back then, and even the orcs could not do it."

Hisalie squinted her eyes slightly, and she suddenly realized one thing: "That is the past, tree beard, that is the past. But now, Saruman has a method you don't understand. He can completely destroy you and destroy Fagong. The forest is more than just cutting down a few trees to burn firewood. If you don’t believe me, you can take a look at the south with me to see what methods he used and whether it is what you imagine."

The 2445th chapter behemoth assault

Smoke of gunpowder filled between the two hills.

The rising sun painted the horizon crimson, casting long shadows among the crooked felt sheds. The little orcs walked through the dilapidated and dirty tents, carrying wooden barrels with black rotten meat in them, and distributed them to the orcs walking by. There was black smoke from several bonfires in the camp, drifting obliquely towards the dark yellow sky. Zelin squatted down behind a rock, examining the army. The elf ranger stayed behind him in a place on the left, wearing an emerald green cloak that could blend with the grassland, and broke a piece of elf biscuit Rambas in his hand. A pile of tools was placed next to the boots, and on the top were a few arrows smeared with poison.

Zelin saw two ogres standing next to a carriage. There were several smaller half-orcs beside the ogres, their shriveled skin clinging to their bones, bending over to pull out weeds. The other half-orc threw weeds into the campfire, but the fire did not come out, only pungent smoke came out, choking two ogres holding their noses back, almost sticking to the back of the pile. The wooden barrel next to the carriage. The oak barrels are stacked three stories high, and there are signs that have been scratched out indiscriminately on the barrels, and the mark of the dwarf can be vaguely seen.

Altariel chewed casually and swallowed the biscuit, then wrapped the remaining half of the biscuit and put it in the pocket sewn on the inside of the cloak.

Zelin turned his head and looked at each other with the elf ranger. The latter nodded, picked up the poisonous arrows, and put them one by one into the sleeve arrows under his wrist. Zelin stretched out two fingers.

"The barrel is in the northeast corner of the camp. There are seventeen wooden carts with all the food stacked in the middle. There are many tents and the grass is dry. They are still collecting fuel." Zelin thought about the clues he had just observed in his mind: " The camps are large and scattered. Their messaging efficiency may not be as high as we thought."

"It's dinner time, it's time for us to play." The elf ranger pressed the last poisonous arrow into the slot: "You wait for my signal."

"I hope I won't wait too long."

Alta Reall took a deep look at Zelin: "I won't let you down, but if you don't appear in my line of sight when I send out the signal, even if you escape back to your own world, I I will catch up with you and kill you."

Zelin just raised his eyebrows and didn't say much.

Fighting is never equal, and fairness no longer exists. Any swordsman will inevitably encounter a situation where there are fewer enemies and more enemies. In this case, Zelin knows that the real skill is to gain the advantage of speed and terrain for himself. Being surrounded while creating a relatively fair duel, even the best swordsman cannot stand still and face the attacks of eight enemies at the same time, unless he has some kind of combat skills more similar to magic, rather than just swinging a sword.

The speed advantage usually depends on a good horse, but now, Zelin prefers the mighty, strong and flying griffon.

Riding on a griffin, Zelin hid behind a hill. The hills blocked the sun, and the shadows shrouded the demon hunter, just separating him from the orc camp. Holding the ebony blade in one hand, Zelin closed his eyes and listened to the sound from outside the hillside. In his world, he had seen a heavily armed knight defeated more than 30 mobs alone, but he was unscathed. The battle has been discussed by the locals for many years. If he succeeds in this battle, he may be able to tell others about it in the future.

After all, many battles that are not as good as this one have become epics and legends.

First, there was a little noisy shouting from the other side of the hillside. Along with the ogre's roar, soon a thicker plume of black smoke floated, and the wind blowing from a distance carried the smell of burnt fur. The smoke became thicker and thicker, drifting towards the sky that was stained blood red by the setting sun. Zelin heard the crackling sound of burning wood. The fire was fierce. There is no doubt that the orcs in the misty mountains live in dark caves for many years. Most of their equipment is made of wood, and the rest of the clothes are also some kind of animal fur. , Dry and hairy leathers are made into warm tents, and they don’t even need grease to light them, while the favorite spirits of half-orcs burn easily. In Mordor, he had seen the Ranger and Altarel attract enemies to the barrel and set them off with flames.

Suddenly, Zelin thought of a more important thing.

How should they put out the fire?

Accompanied by the piercing scream, an arrow with a dazzling red light flew into the sky with a series of white smoke. The appearance of the signal arrow interrupted his thoughts.

"It's us!"

Zelin leaned down slightly, and the Griffin flapped its wings and flew into the sky screaming.

On the other side, Altarel raised his hand and shot arrows one after another under his wrist, hitting a tall ogre and staggering the enemy. The dwarf orc rushed straight past the ogre, brandishing a simple weapon to encircle the ranger. The ranger backed up two steps, took advantage of the high hills behind him, walked forward four steps and jumped up.

A half-orc tried to stab the elf with a spear, but he stabbed in the air, but was stepped on top of his head by his boots. She stepped on an orc, then jumped up again, stepped on the shoulders of the second half-orc, and moved forward with strength. In the third step, she jumped onto the ogre, grabbing the ogre's shoulder with one hand, and fiercely. Flicking his arms, his body was thrown on the back of the enemy's neck like a weightless leaf.