Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth

"Remember, you are not even allowed to go to that location!"

In an Uruk camp, the Uruk squad leader spoke sternly to his subordinates.

But his words soon aroused questions: "Is this the master's order?"

The Uruk who raised the question is also quite upright and calm. It seems that he is also very thoughtful among the Uruks.

He was one of the strongest elites among Uruks. If the captain died, he would be the next leader.

"What you need to do is obey."

Captain Uruk leaned over and stared closely at the guy who jumped out to find trouble. There was unquestionable majesty in his tone.

If he can't even control his own subordinates, then he doesn't need to be the captain anymore.

"Yes, obey, of course I will obey, provided it is for the sake of the master."

Obviously, the Uruk elite was not convinced. He continued to repeat his question: "So, I have to ask you, is this the master's order?"

"So what if it's not?"

Captain Uruk pinched his neck and said calmly: "Listen, I say - even if it's not, so what."

"The master didn't give us any orders to attack that place, did he?"

"But the master didn't give us an order to abandon that place."

Snap.

Captain Uruk's hand was slapped away.

"It seems you want to challenge me."

He was angry.

If I can't beat that lord, I can't beat you?

"Stupid thing, do you know what kind of hell I came back from?"

"No one can fight him more than once, and no one can come back alive after fighting him, except me!"

Although the weapon was still knocked away by the move, but you can just say it was a fight.

"I think you are like a frightened deserter, and you are trying to infect everyone with your cowardice!"

The Uruk elite were quite unconvinced.

"Okay, very good, then let me see what capital you have to dare to provoke me."

Fighting is inevitable. Upon hearing the movement here, the surrounding Uruks immediately gathered over and formed a circle.

This is how a natural dueling ground was formed.

The Uruk captain raised his butcher knife and pointed at the elite Uruk.

"If I find out that you can't even catch me, then we will have an extra dish named after you on our menu tonight."

"This is also for you, scumbag!"

Both Uruks stopped pretending.

war!

roar!

The surrounding Uruk soldiers cheered and cheered for the two.

Boom!

An Uruk struck the dead tree lying on the ground with its weapon, making bursts of sound, like a war drum.

"Uh-huh!"

The Uruk elite found the right moment, raised their butcher knives and took the lead in attacking.

"Too slow."

The Uruk captain didn't even use a weapon. He just waved his hand and used his arm armor to deflect the knife, and then kicked him up, knocking the Uruk elite to the ground.

"Die!"

The Uruk elite stood up unbelievingly and waved the butcher knife again, but the next moment his wrist was grabbed, and his vision suddenly went dark - it turned out to be a headbutt.

Boom!

He fell to the ground again.

The Uruk captain spread his arms and swung around in the circle formed by his men, flexing his muscles.

Until now, he didn't even use the weapon in his hand and just killed the unconvinced elite twice.

Not everyone can be the captain of Mordor. If you don't have some real skills, you will have been eliminated by the Orcs who love civil strife and the more powerful Uruk subordinates.

For the troops and rangers stationed on the front line of Gondor, Uruk captains like this, who are calmer and more powerful, are each mini-boss, and the troops they lead are even more difficult to defeat without resorting to any means, such as surprise attacks. It's hard to take directly.

But, this is normal.

Recalling the one-sided massacre and destruction of the team he had brought out earlier, thinking of that man's figure, and looking at the guy in front of him who dared to challenge his authority for no reason, Captain Uruk felt bored for a while.

It's so boring, end it.

"Get ready for some meat, boys!"

He roared, stepped on the Uruk elite on the ground, raised his butcher knife and chopped off his head, completing the execution.

The scene was extremely bloody, but this made the surrounding Uruks even more excited. The camp suddenly became chaotic. All the soldiers swarmed forward and carved up the corpses on the ground. For a while, various parts flew around and splashed everywhere.

The guy who dares to challenge the leader will only have this fate if he fails:

Become pulled pork strips.

"Hahahahaha!"

The Uruk captain threw his head back and laughed, demonstrating his power.

His cruelty and strength will spread throughout the surrounding north and south camps. This is the glory that belongs only to the orcs.

"good."

In the hall of Minas Morgul, the Witch King looked at the brutal Uruk captain in the picture through the perspective of the bat, and couldn't help but nod.

"There just happens to be a lack of someone who can take the lead recently. Let him be the leader of this group of Uruks."

With a wave of his hand, an order was given.

"Go and call him to me."

A warg rider immediately set off from Minas Morgul, and soon arrived at the camp where the incident occurred.

"You're in luck."

The rider found the Uruk captain and said, "The Witch King wants to see you."

The Uruk captain excitedly followed the rider back to the palace filled with evil forces.

For some reason, as soon as he arrived here, his heart became unusually at ease, and even his fear of someone outside was reduced a lot.

"From today on, the army in the crossroads area will be led by you."

"I will swear to be loyal to the master until death!"

The captain knelt down immediately.

"Very good."

Brutal and powerful, this is exactly why he became the leader.

Looking at the Uruk captain in front of him, oh no, now he should be called Uruk leader, the witch king nodded slowly.

The group of strong orcs cultivated by Lord Sauron are capable and can do things, and they are much more reliable than the Orcs.

If the Orcs are allowed to capture a person, then when they come back, that person may only be left with a skeleton. It's not that they are disloyal, but the Orc race is too chaotic.

But Uruk doesn't have this problem. They will not let the people their master wants die even if they die themselves. Their execution ability is quite strong.

The Witch King stood up, his tall and thin figure looked down at the Uruk leader, and murmured harshly from his throat:

"Perform well, you can get more - power, blood, everything you want, here is it..."

"Now tell me, what's the news from the front line?"

After making a promise, the Witch King's figure disappeared, and the next moment he shuttled through space and appeared on the high throne.

"The defenders of Gondor are still shrinking in the ruins like turtles, and the rangers are sneaking around like mice and only dare to hide in the grass, not daring to be exposed to the sight of our army."

The Witch King did not respond for a while.

To put it bluntly, isn't it that the defenders can't take it, the rangers can't find it, and the attack has no progress at all?

However, the defenders of Gondor, who are all covered with iron shells, are indeed difficult to directly attack with only these large and small groups of orcs.

This matter cannot be rushed. We still have to wait until Lord Sauron has accumulated enough strength. By then, not to mention Gondor, even that person and that road will be...

"There is another piece of news, Master."

The Uruk leader said bravely: "A person has claimed a piece of territory in the war zone..."