Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth

"Ahem..."

Half a month later.

At the border of Ithilien, a thin figure shuttled through the dense tall grass. He stretched out his hand to pull away the obstacle in front of him. When he was about to continue moving forward, he suddenly stopped.

The smell of blood...

No.

The rustling sound of friction sounded around him, and he squatted down quickly to hide his figure.

"I'm tired of these maggot-infested breads!"

A rude voice came from the left, and three Uruks wrapped in hard armor walked out of the grass without noticing the humans hiding nearby.

The thin figure became alert.

These guys are different from ordinary Orcs. They are bigger, stronger, not afraid of the sun, and their fighting power is almost comparable to that of humans-although they are still not as strong as a normal adult, and not tall enough.

"It's time to find something to eat."

One of them shouted, "I haven't eaten fresh meat for a long time... Fresh human flesh, I'm drooling just thinking about it..."

As he was talking, his nose twitched suddenly.

"Wait!"

"What's wrong?"

The other two Uruks were stopped by him.

"I smell something..."

Boom!

The heartbeat of the people hiding in the bushes stagnated and their breathing slowed down.

Exposed?

"Over there."

The leading Uruk showed a cruel smile and led the other two to the ruins of a house.

The people in the bushes breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn't him. These guys probably found some animal.

Clang!

There was a sound of wood being split, followed by the cry of a child.

"Hahahaha, it's a tender and juicy human cub!"

The three Uruks were ecstatic.

"The arm is too thin, I want the thigh!"

"I want his heart."

"I want the brain, his skull can be used as a wine glass..."

They immediately began to divide it.

"That's settled."

One of them raised the butcher knife in his hand and was about to swing it down-

Swoosh!

A dagger was thrown and accurately stabbed into the neck, and the Uruk fell to the ground on the spot.

"Who is it!"

"Damn bastard, get out!"

Dang!

An Uruk turned his head sharply and blocked the sudden attack of the sword.

"It's the stinky ranger!" he roared.

Puff.

He only had time to curse this sentence, and the sword came again, directly cutting off his head. Without any pause, the ranger immediately attacked the last Uruk and stabbed the sword straight into his chest.

However, the Uruk just smiled cruelly, as if he could not feel the pain, and rushed forward with his hand holding the blade.

"Puff--"

The skinny ranger fell to the ground, his eyes almost popped out, and his whole body was in pain because of the collision.

Especially the right rib.

There were already two broken bones there, and this directly caused the old injury to relapse.

Uruk pulled out the sword stuck in his chest and threw it on the ground, then raised the butcher knife in his hand, and was about to chop it off-at this critical moment, the child next to him suddenly rushed over and knocked Uruk staggered.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the ranger immediately grabbed the sword thrown on the ground, took a deep breath, endured the pain and quickly got up, and chopped with all his strength, thus ending Uruk's life directly.

Finally, he sat on the ground panting, and rested for a long time before standing up.

"Child."

He waved and called the child next to him.

The child immediately ran over and looked at his savior worriedly.

"Where are your family members?"

"They are all dead. They were all killed by the orcs." The boy said numbly.

The ranger lowered his head in silence, made a prayer gesture, then looked at the boy and said, "Come with me, I will take you to a safe town, and you must grow up healthily."

The boy nodded, and suddenly asked again, "Are you a ranger?"

"Ranger..."

This question seemed particularly sharp.

"No, I don't deserve it, I'm just an ordinary person."

"A despicable person."

He picked up the bloody dagger on the ground, and in the boy's eyes that gradually turned from confusion to fear, he scratched his face bit by bit until no one could recognize it anymore.

Snap.

The dagger fell to the ground.

The man dressed as a ranger touched the boy's head and said in a hoarse voice, "Child, remember, we... no, you are a glorious citizen of Gondor. When you grow up, you must be loyal to your country and never waver."

"Since you grew up in this land, you must remember its grace."

The boy trembled and nodded a little blankly.

Two figures, one big and one small, left the ruins and walked towards the interior of Gondor.

…

Minas Tirith (White City) - Gondor's capital.

Five low-key rangers and a conspicuous black-armored warrior passed the inspection at the city gate and entered the city smoothly.

The rangers were very low-key and dressed quite simply, but no matter how low-key they were, this was Gondor after all, and it was the capital of Gondor. The residents would not be so embarrassed that they could not recognize their own troops.

Facing the gazes of a large number of residents, Cain was a little embarrassed.

As a ranger who was used to lurking in the dark, he had long been accustomed to seclusion, and it was really a bit uncomfortable to be stared at by so many people all of a sudden.

Crisp footsteps sounded on the stone-paved road. A little girl ran over quickly and handed a bouquet of flowers to Kane who was walking in the front.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you too, kid."

Kane smiled and accepted the flowers.

"Whenever I see a well-behaved child like you, I know everything we do is worth it."

The little girl ran back happily and told her family about her joy.

Levi sighed: "It seems you are quite popular."

"Mordor has persecuted the people of Gondor for a long time."

"Many people in White City have retreated from Ithilien, including the child just now, and me too. Our home was destroyed and filled with Uruk from Mordor. We can only leave in order to survive. "

"Then, blood for blood."

The Ithilien Commandos, as their name suggests, are all former residents of the Ithilien region.

There was not much conversation along the way. Levi looked at the city curiously without lowering his head.

So...majestic!

My hands are itchy.

The group of people walked to a corner in the inner city. Here, Kane and the other four team members said goodbye to Levi for the time being:

"Let's stop here. We have to go and make some reports with the Prime Minister."

"If you're free, we can have a drink later, my treat."

After giving a final salute to Levi, Kane led the team members to leave, climbing up the inner city steps and heading straight to the white palace located at the highest point of the White City.

After seeing off the five commando members, Levi had nothing to do, so he simply wandered up and down the various levels of Baicheng and visited various scenery.

During this period, countless eyes stayed on him.

"Is it him?"

"I've heard that rumor, the great lord, the guardian of the north, the evil nemesis..."

"It's exactly as described in the legend, but is it really him? Has he come to Gondor?"

Rumors began to spread, and everyone in the city was aware of Levi's arrival, but no one came forward to talk or receive him warmly.

A legendary figure who can slay giant dragons and has the lives of tens of thousands of Orcs and Wargs at his fingertips is truly awe-inspiring.

It takes a lot of courage to talk to such a person.

A strong man who has experienced blood and fire and truly relies on strength is fundamentally different from those figures who rely on public opinion to deceive the public and bring them to the limelight.

The latter may also be welcomed by others, and some may bring flowers and applause - but people will not have much awe in their hearts, and most of the things he relies on are false and can be broken at the touch of a finger.

The two are fundamentally different.

Levi didn't pay much attention to the sights around him. He could only say that he had become accustomed to it over the years. This was not the case wherever he went.

When he climbed up another ladder and reached the upper level, Levi looked around and saw a large garden with neatly trimmed vegetation and blooming flowers of various colors.

There were two Gondor soldiers with white goose feathers on their helmets guarding the entrance.

"Can I go in and have a look?"

"It's forbidden here..."

The soldier turned his head and glanced at Levi, and immediately what he wanted to say was stuck in his throat.

This is not someone I can control.

“… No noise is allowed, please try to be quiet.”

"Thanks."

Levi smiled politely.

After he entered, the two soldiers continued to stand guard at the door, as if nothing happened.

Since changing the map, I have basically lost all my reading, and the recommendations have stopped. It is estimated that there will not be any good recommendations in the future, or there will be none at all. The data in this book will most likely be like this, but I can finally not consider anything. Concentrate on polishing the plot.

Anyway, the data has collapsed, and I am now in a fearless state, but don't worry, the story of this book will be complete and will not end perfunctorily.

The Lord of the Rings and MC are both important to me. Even if there is no profit, I will be completely ruined. They even take priority over my other work.