The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Oh, I see."

The mage girl made a gesture, and the neighborhood became dark again.

It’s not that far from the Moria Mine. They stood on the river beach and looked into the distance to see the outline of Yunding Peak hidden under the haze. If the map is correct or they didn’t miss it because of their rest. Any iconic location, then they will be able to reach the junction of the Anduin River and the Ningluoder River immediately, and along the Ningluoder River all the way up to the Dark Valley, the east gate of Moria is located in An In the valley, this is also the road that Zelin planned to travel to Moria. Zelin didn't know what this temporary camp represented. It was definitely not a camp for dwarves or humans, because the recipes for these two never contained any humanoid creatures.

"They went in a hurry." Zelin looked at the corpse that had been smashed beside the camp. The **** corpse could vaguely see the appearance of an orc. It was from here that the stench was emitted, and insects hovered over the corpse. Buzzing up. "It seems that something is driving them away, or that they have been on the way, but they had to stop when they were hungry at the end, and set off immediately after eating a little bit, otherwise the orcs would have no reason to kill another of their kind and then kill it again. 'S body was thrown away."

"This is the enemy you have dealt with before?" The mage girl frowned. "Are they following you? Following us, starting from leaving Long Lake Town?"

"I don't think so." Zelin shook his head. "Considering the temperature here and the degree of decay of the corpses, I guess this camp was established four days ago. Four days ago, our ship had not arrived at the old ferry."

"Yeah, at that time you were still considering whether to cross the Misty Mountains from the high pass to Rivendell, and then go to the Shire." Virginia nodded. "I remember you saying that Rivendell is the elven territory of this world."

The mud near the river was soft, and the trampled lawn left more clues for the demon hunters.

"They leave the camp and continue to head south." The demon hunter observed the footprints on the ground. "The footprints are messy, they should be running away, as if they are rushing to do something." He noticed that among the traces left by the iron boots, there were two huge footprints almost thirty centimeters long. "Trolls, this is not good news."

The demon hunter could already imagine the situation at that time in his mind, a group of orcs, about 20 or 30, and a troll, driven by a leader. When they finally arrived here, they became too tired to walk. This means that they arrived from a long distance, or it may be a place where resources are scarce. In the end, their leader decided to stop, and for some reason, it may be infighting, or the leader executed the orcs who asked to stop, and then Their corpses served as dinner. Zelin stroked the felling marks on nearby trees. They cut down trees here, collected wood to make a fire, had a full meal, and then went on the road again under the urging of the leader. They had no traces of cleaning up, and they did not eat all the corpses. There must be a very important task, so that they have to day and night. A part-time hurry.

Zelin still remembered the trolls that appeared in the Battle of the Five Armies. They were huge, almost three meters tall, strong and powerful. The human army could not resist it at all. They could only organize archers to shoot these monsters down, or turn them in. Give it to a wizard like Gandalf to solve it. If you just want to looting villages, or ambush the boats on the river by the river, the orcs don't need to bring the trolls along with them.

There was a faint hunch in his heart.

The dwarves all say that the orc tribe in the Misty Mountains has disappeared for a long time because of the influence of the Battle of the Five Armies. Bahrain led a colonial team to easily defeat the orcs wandering in Moria and stay in Moria. A huge project has been launched in China, hoping to restore the glory of the ancient kingdom. If the orcs haunt close to Moria, and there are trolls to follow, then what they will do is probably self-evident.

There is only one place worthy of attack by trolls in this place.

At least until now, Zelin didn't know that there was a second place.

Zelin stood up and looked at the Lorian Forest shrouded in the darkness in the distance. The demon hunter only had a map in his hand. He didn't know what the place outside the lonely mountain looked like, the map marked on it. Whether there are any residents living in the city or woodland. The forest was silent, Zelin couldn't even hear the birds and insects, and the silence made people feel palpitation. Behind the forest, the Silver Tooth Peak, Hongjiao Peak and Yunding Peak under the night are like fingers of a claw extending from the ground. They want to hold the Moria Mine in the middle and drag them into hell.

"Virginia..."

"You found something wrong, right?"

"Yes." Zelin nodded. "I plan to follow these orcs. I want to know where they are going and what they are going to do. Sorry, our journey may have to change our plan temporarily."

The mage girl squeezed the staff in her arms. "Don't worry, just do what you want. I will follow you right behind, just like we were in Labrinxian. You will need a skilled spellcaster to stand behind you and cover you."

Unlike Dragonborn, Virginia is not so adventurous, she prefers a stable, comfortable and stable life.

But if necessary, she will use this journey to prove that she is definitely a better partner, whether in life or in adventurous battles.

"Thank you, Virginia."

"It's okay." The mage girl wanted to say something, but she hesitated, and finally she said it. "Can our journey... be extended for a few days? Well, if you have something important and urgent to rush back at the stipulated time, it's okay, I..."

"Of course, Virginia, I assure you that this journey will last until you enjoy yourself."

Hearing Zelin's assurance, the mage girl cast aside her face.

"It doesn't need to be too troublesome... Well, well, I'm very happy, let's go, I will follow you right behind."

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ps: The last DLC Mordor Desert in Middle-earth bounced, alas, it could be played the day after tomorrow, but it jumped to the 18th. Then, Dark Sword 21 came out yesterday...

Chapter 1651: King of Moria

The woodland on the side of the Misty Mountains is also dense, this time the hills are covered with half-height shrubs, the weeds in the soil are green and yellow, and the traces of the orcs' reign are still clearly visible. In the past, the dwarves fought the orcs in this area, but they failed to recapture the Moria Mine.

The twilight gradually faded, replaced by the morning light from the horizon. Many places in front of the east gate of Moria have not been cleaned, but this does not affect the work in the underground city.

"Olin, how is the cleaning up of the weapon arsenal done?"

Bahrain patted the dust off the back of his hands and sleeves in the Massabul Hall. The house excavated among the rocks is still a bit messy, because there are too many tools and daily necessities stacked in it. But this is their best room, and Moria has been abandoned for so long that many halls are covered by dust and cobwebs, or buried underneath by collapsing rubble. The Massabul Hall was the least damaged place, and now it is the seat of the throne of Bahrain.

Of course, he is the king of Moria, and he is also a colleague who works with others, cleans up rubble, and cleans the hall. He will not sit on the throne just because of being elected king, waiting for others to bring him good news. Whether you become a king is not important, what is important is whether you can rebuild the glory of the past.

"We have cleared most of the rubble from the door, and there should still be a lot of weapons and equipment from the past. Since those rubble can stop us, it can also stop the orcs." The floor was covered with dust. "Bahrain, after we find enough weapons and equipment, we can find more people to join us. We have too few people, and there are too many places to clean up. If we have enough people, we can speed up the process. There are hundreds of halls waiting for us to clean up, but it has been four years before we figured out more than a dozen of them."

"Then we have to clean up the stagnant water in the west gate." Bahrain looked at the dwarves who were sitting around having lunch together. "We are running out of food. The fish and shrimps in Jingying Lake can keep us full, but if there are more lads, we won't be able to feed everyone. If you can't fill your stomach, who can wave a shovel? Clean up at any time, use the broom to slap the cobwebs? When the water in the West Gate Hall is drained, we can go through that door to the woodland of Holly County, as well as Xiangshui River and Cangquan River. We can even walk directly to Dongxi Avenue , Get in touch with the town of Burri, or go south along the Grey River to Takiddale, and from there take a boat to the port of Perakir in Gondor. I will invite more lads to Moria at that time. , We will let this place return to its past prosperous appearance."

Bahrain looked at the dome of the hall. The arc vault looked gloomy and gloomy. They didn't have much lighting. But in the eyes of Bahrain, he can already imagine what this hall will look like when Moria returns to its prosperous appearance.

"We can go to Lorian's forest, where there are a lot of prey." Olin suggested. "Our progress is too slow. We should speed up the progress. There are so many halls under the east bridge. We haven't had time to clean up any of them. Bahrain, you haven't sent a letter back to Lone Mountain. The problem is the shortage of manpower. When the messenger goes to the north, we go hunting in the Luorian Woodland and fishing in the Yinmai River. When the messenger returns with other people, we can even hold a welcome banquet for the new helpers. !"

"Lorian? No, let's not provoke the elves of Lothlorien. It is the territory of Lady Galadriel. The Dark Valley is enough to feed us, and we will have a large area of ​​living space when Simon's stagnant water fades. Bahrain shook his head. "Olin, go call Oin and let him come back to rest. It's time for us to have lunch."

"What about the reply?"

"Oh, yes, reply!" Bahrain patted his head. "I almost forgot about it, ah, my memory is a bit bad. Okay, I will remember to reply. When that happens, I will let Farah or Lonnie deliver the letter."

At this time, a dwarf hurried over.

"Bahrain!" He pushed open the wooden door of Masabul Hall. The dwarves who were sitting cross-legged on the ground eating food raised their heads and looked at the comrades who had broken in.

"What's wrong, Floyd?" Bahrain asked. "What happened?"

"Jingying Lake, there is Jingying Lake!" The dwarf gasped, Moria traversed the entire misty mountain range, and the distance from the east gate to the Masabur Hall near the middle was not short. "I saw some dark shadows, maybe orcs!"

"Orc?" Bahrain frowned. "Are you sure? This shouldn't be. To go to Jingying Lake, either go through Moria, or go north along the Silver Vein River, through Lothlorien. None of us saw any orcs passing through our hall. Either Mrs. Galadriel’s territory was attacked by the orcs? This is impossible. The orcs are looking for death if they want to attack Lothlorien."

Bahrain lowered his brows in thought. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he suddenly raised his head and found that the other dwarves were looking at him. At this time, he realized that he was the King of Moria and was no longer an advisor to Thorin or other dwarf kings. He should make a decision instead of thinking and making suggestions.

"Don't worry, friends, you have already had a hard day. Rest here. I will go to Jingying Lake to investigate and see what is going on." Bahrain walked to the throne and began to put on chain mail. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

"Are you sure, Bahrain?" Olin stopped Bahrain. "You are old. If the orcs are really attacking us, you will not be able to stop them alone. You will need a good hand holding an axe and a shield to stand in front of you."

"Loslorian is on the west side of Moria. Compared with the deserted wasteland outside the east gate, Jingying Lake and Yinmai River are the safest places." Bahrain patted his old friend's arm. "You dig gravel in the hall every day, and I am in the place where you dig out, clean up the debris, record books. You have worked hard for a day, and you have to wear armor and run out because of this thing. Olin , You don’t think that if an orc suddenly appears, I will stop them alone? I will come back and tell you, and then we will work out a way to figure out what's going on."

Bahrain put on his helmet, carried his own axe, waved to his fellow tribesmen in the Masabul Hall, pushed open the wooden door, and disappeared behind the gap between the temporarily erected wooden door panels.

Olin looked at the back of Bain's departure, and he called on Freud who was running to report the letter.

"Floy, you follow Bahrain, if you encounter any trouble, come back and tell us as soon as possible."

"I will."

Floyd then stuffed a small piece of dough into his mouth, chewed it, and chased it out.

The first thousand six hundred and fifty-two chapters Lothlorien

"The orcs are going upstream along the river." Zelin stepped on the bank of the Yinmai River. "Damn, what do they want to do?"

The Silver Light River flows smoothly to the west in the Lorraine Woodland. The grass on the riverbank became the first victims of the orcs march. They were stepped into the soil by iron boots. The place where the orcs walked was compared with other lawns and bushes. Seemingly out of place, the demon hunters hardly need to spend much energy to find the traces left by them.

"Perhaps they want to go through the woods and go to the mountains? You said that this mountain range was inhabited by many orcs in the past. The dwarves want to return to their former residences, maybe the orcs have the same idea. Remember that person. Is the snow elf paladin Gricey? The environment of the castle and Helgen guarded by the dawn is much more comfortable than the cathedral and canyon of the snow elf, but in many cases, he prefers to return to his hometown to live."