Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth

The fighting lasted for several days.

The entire orc town was carefully searched inside and out. Most of the goblins were wiped out. Only a few escaped and headed north, either toward Gundabad or lurking in the mountains.

In any case, it can be expected that their footprints will become sparse, and they will no longer have to worry about goblins coming out to harm people nearby.

The combined army in the river valley achieved miraculous results in their first expedition. In all aspects, especially the troop deployment and marching speed, it almost set a new record in Middle-earth.

You should know that this army is not even equipped with mounts.

"No one was left in there."

Looking at the soldiers carrying boxes of loot outside, Bud seemed a little dazed.

"I never knew you had this talent."

He asked: "How did you memorize all the routes inside?"

"Maybe this is talent."

Levi said cheekily: "As long as it is the path I have traveled, I will never forget it."

"Coincidentally, I have walked through here once before. That time I went underground for a long time to hunt down the Goblin King, so I have a deep impression of this place."

"All right."

Bud accepted this statement.

People are always three-dimensional. When you look at them from another angle, you may find something different.

"What are you going to do with those trophies?"

Looking at the various treasures and precious jewelry piled as high as a mountain on the road, Bud asked.

"You can do whatever you want with it."

Levi walked over, rummaged through it, and picked up one of the silver plates.

It says "Rivendell Productions."

"How come they have such a thing? Did they steal it from the elves' hometown?"

Upon hearing this, the dwarves who were celebrating just now suddenly fell silent, looked away and whistled.

The corner of Thorin's mouth twitched.

"cough."

He coughed, getting their attention.

"If you are willing, I would like to buy all the tableware, candlesticks and various decorations with the Glen logo."

"oh?"

Bard asked curiously: "What does the dwarf king of Lonely Mountain want for these elven things?"

"I want to return them to the elves of Rivendell."

The truth of this sentence made Bud stunned for several seconds.

Did I hear that right? The dwarves took the initiative to give things to the elves?

"It's really strange..."

He walked over and greeted Thorin: "As a king among dwarves, your magnanimity makes me feel sincere admiration."

Thorin looked at him and nodded slowly, accepting the compliment without humility.

"I got it based on my ability..."

A dwarf whispered, and was immediately kicked by another person.

So he shut his mouth.

"No need."

Levi smiled, waved his hand and said: "If you think so, just take it away. We really don't lack things like this, and you have contributed to the attack on Orc Town. You deserve it."

With Li Wei's permission, Thorin immediately turned around and said to the dwarves behind him expressionlessly:

"You must recognize the things in Rivendell, right?"

"Find it out yourself."

Several dwarves suddenly felt as if a cold wind was blowing behind them.

"We'll go right away!"

The dwarves began to rummage.

Gimli looked at his uncles and scratched his head in confusion.

"They are so knowledgeable and know everything about elves."

Thorin sighed, patted the dwarf boy on the shoulder, and said, "Remember to be an honest dwarf, Gimli, and don't pick up things that are not yours."

Although he didn’t know what was going on, this was the king’s personal guidance after all. Gimli excitedly patted his chest and said:

"I swear, I will!"

The army returned triumphantly with a full harvest. The soldiers with sullen faces solemnly retreated into the city, greeted by cheers from the residents.

On this day, the town was unprecedentedly noisy, with celebrations and laughter everywhere. It was lively during the day, and the lights were still on at night. Even the dwarves from Lonely Mountain heard the news and came to celebrate with the residents of the two towns.

"They're back?"

In the conference hall of Erebor, Balin, who was taking care of the king's affairs, suddenly stopped. He pricked up his ears and listened attentively to what was going on outside.

After a while, the work at hand was slapped down on the table, Bahrain stood up and walked outside.

He shouted angrily: "Why didn't anyone notify me!"

His gray beard trembled.

Some are happy and some are sad.

Minas Morgul is located several hundred miles east of the White City, the capital of Gondor, and directly controlled by the Ringwraiths.

The Witch King looked to the north, and the darkness on his body seemed a little restless.

Through Bat's sight, a solid viaduct that was at least a hundred meters wide was exposed.

It just stands in the sky, crossing all obstacles and possible threat points, directly connecting from Changhu Town to Orc Town in the Misty Mountains.

That elite human army, through this apparently unfinished road, actually covered such a long distance in just a few days. This kind of gathering and marching speed was really terrifying.

"Lord, the latest news is that Orc Town no longer exists."

An Oak came over to report in fear.

"I saw it."

A harsh sound came from the armor.

The Witch King paced back and forth in the hall, looking quite uneasy.

The threat to that road that has not yet been built is too great.

Once completed, it will connect the northern areas of east and west. By then, this will be a solid iron wall that no one can invade.

The possibility of the revival of the Kingdom of Angmar will also be directly cut off by this road.

For this kind of thing, either destroy it or possess it.

only…

Thinking back to the last scene sent back by the bat, the arrow in the cave - especially the person who shot that arrow.

Neither seems very realistic.

Do we have to sit back and do nothing?

no.

If you can't do the action on the east side of the mountain range, you can try the west side.

Although Angmar has long been destroyed, there are still some Orcs and mountain people lurking in that dark land, and there are also a large number of trolls in the Etten Wasteland close to Angmar. These forces plus the corpses in the ancient tombs The demon can barely assemble an army, but...

There are more hostile forces in that place, Linton, Rivendell, wanderers, as well as nearby humans and hobbits...

It would be unwise to do so.

While he was troubled, a figure appeared in front of him.

It's another Nazgul.

"Master knows what is in your heart."

He said: "Don't act rashly, stay dormant for now."

"I see."

The Witch King nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the pressure in his heart lessening a lot.

The pressure now shifts to Sauron.

Under the dark earth of Mordor, fire leaps.

…

"What's that?"

Located in the wilderness area east of the Misty Mountains and west of the Black Forest, relatively close to Dol Guldur, Gandalf took a sharp glance and spotted a thin figure.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the rather unique-looking little thing carefully for a long time.

"A creature I've never seen before."

"Forget it, it's nothing to worry about."