How to break into a ring

This is not a secret passage, it is simply a broken cellar!There are four or five air leaks, and the moonlight shines in through many small gaps. The advantage is that you don’t need to touch the dark when squatting in this secret passage, and you don’t have to worry about being suffocated to death in it, but the disadvantage is that the army of orcs has entered the town. The rumbling sound shook the tunnel like raining sand and soil, and the stone walls on both sides of the tunnel were shaking constantly, feeling like it was about to collapse.

The tunnel was long and narrow, with many forks, and Fay and the others were not the only ones here.Other townspeople came down one after another, all of them sticking to the cave wall, not daring to take a breath, looking up at the top of the cave tremblingly.

"Where is the exit?" Fay felt very strange. These desperadoes should run back to the wilderness along the tunnel. After all, even Smaug knew that no matter how valuable the possessions were, their lives were not important.

The townspeople didn't speak, and glared at Fay angrily.

"The orcs outside will hear..." The man who brought Fay into the tunnel explained in a low voice.

Fay looked at the top of the cave silently, it was so authentic that it didn't even have sound insulation effect, it was so weird!

"1000 years ago, this was the underground drainage channel in the city of the Romanian Kingdom. Now most of the drainage outlets connected to the streets are blocked by sand and rocks... Of course, if the blockage is not tight enough, there will always be places for air leakage. "So it is normal that the sound insulation effect is not good.

Fay almost laughed, he was sure the man was mocking in a serious tone.

The little tension that just emerged was tossed away by this smile.

"Are you sure we won't be buried alive?"

"No, I'm not sure."

"..." Fay turned to look at him in surprise.

If this guy is talking nonsense, saying that hiding here is absolutely fine, Fay will inevitably doubt the motives of this guy's initiative to come to the rescue.This group of townspeople had a lot of crooked ideas, and they had said before that they would kill the elves and give them to the orcs.

Those deep black eyes also turned to look at Fay, and he said slowly, "But at least it's safer here than outside!"

Because his voice was too low, he was naturally very close to Fay.But everyone was wrapped in cloaks, and half of their faces were covered. Even if they talked in their ears, Fay didn't feel strange.

"You don't hate elves?"

"You are not an elf." The fingers wrapped in white bandages quickly pulled Fay's cloak that served as a hood. Before Fay could react, he retracted immediately. He still lowered his voice and said, "The one with the black hair is Noldor The elves, Rivendell, the territory of the Noldor, are separated by a whole misty mountain range. They only saw your face, and didn't pay attention to your ears at all..."

"They?" Fay repeated sharply.

"I'm the same as you, just passing by here."

"It's hard for me to believe that you're dressed like this." Fay didn't forget how the people in this town described themselves—this is a town of horse thieves, liars, thieves, and robbers.

The vibration above the head became louder and louder, and there was also the sound of wheels being crushed. More sand and soil fell in the tunnel. Many townspeople squatting there with their heads in their arms were almost like scattered stones in the tunnel.

Just when Fay thought that person would not answer again, he suddenly heard his voice again: "We don't need to exchange trust."

Fay's eyelids twitched, and before he could figure out the weird meaning of this sentence, he heard the man speak quickly again: "It is the danger brought by fate that keeps us here until everything is over. The Romanian Moors will hardly allow us to meet again. Trust means nothing to two travelers who pass by."

It makes sense. For example, if you change clothes, even if you meet him head-on, Fay probably won't be able to recognize him.

They did not speak again, and the screams from the town faded away.

Those who were injured by the sharp arrows and flying spears and could not escape were all killed. Some corpses were just thrown in the air leakage of the tunnel, and blood slowly seeped down along the gap.

The choking smell of blood filled the tunnel.

Everyone dared not make a sound or move.

The orcs gathered around the well to fetch water. They could drink no matter how bad the water was, even if it was mud, they could also fill their stomachs with no matter how unpalatable food.

They kicked over the stalls on the side of the road that were too late to put away, and began to snatch things like daggers and jerky. Immediately, a leader came over and shouted to stop, because they were speaking the Dark Language of Mordor, and Fay could hear them clearly.

A small packet of salt rolled through the crack into the tunnel during the fight, and fell right at Fay's feet.

"Huh?" The half-orc bent down suspiciously, lying on the ground looking for the bag of salt.

The dirty palm touched the sticky blood on the ground and touched the edge of the gap. Just when everyone in the tunnel was about to stop breathing, the half-orc suddenly howled and fell heavily to the ground.

"Put your head on listening to orders! Get up!!" There was another crack of the whip.

The half-orc held his head and fled back to the team.

In addition to this bag of salt, there were also some small stones that were kicked into the tunnel when the orcs walked by. Every time a stone fell down, the hollow echo made everyone's hearts jump.

Fortunately, the horses and wheels of the chariot people outside were noisy, and the bloody smell covered the smell of everyone hiding in the tunnel, so no suspicion was aroused.

It went on like this for a while, the bonfire was burning, and the sound of gurgling soup could be heard, but the smell was really unpleasant. Fay was sure that the half-orcs ate dark food.

If a person doesn't eat, and at most makes a snoring sound, what about a large group of orcs?

Well, the sound was heard even in the tunnel.

"Right now, let's go!"

Fay, who was still distracted, was suddenly pulled, and only then did he realize that the townspeople who were squatting motionless in the tunnel began to move forward cautiously.

"You know the way?" Fay asked his temporary companion.

"Follow them, you can't go wrong."

"..." It seems to be the case.

So a group of people bent down and hurriedly groped forward along the tunnel. On the way, they would inevitably step on the stones on the ground and make small noises. However, the orcs were eating happily, and there were some big gaps in the tunnel. Even their ugly backs and The legs in the armor finally came to the wasteland outside the town without any danger.

It is not difficult to find the direction in this tunnel, because all the entrances to the ground are high, and the main passage is relatively low, and the place where it finally comes out is like a depression, but it has long since dried up.

About 1000 years ago, the city was very prosperous, and there should be oases and vegetation around it. The Romanian wasteland has no rain all year round, and the only purpose of the drainage channel is to dump sewage. This tunnel, which is half the height of a person, is enough to prove that this place used to be Many people live there.

After the townspeople climbed out of the tunnel, they took advantage of the night to flee in all directions without looking back.

But they were too happy.

Even if all the orcs gather in the town to eat and drink, no matter how rubbish the army is, they will leave outposts.The mounts of the half-orcs are giant wolves, and there are more than 30 mounts distributed around the wasteland.They were all motionless, and looked like a part of sandstone from a distance. When they noticed abnormal movements, they immediately urged their mounts to pounce down.

"what--"

An unlucky townsman was attacked by a giant wolf, and his screams echoed across the wilderness.

The others fled faster, desperately looking for a safe rock crevice they could slip into for a while.

But the noses of the giant wolves were very sharp, and the half-orcs on their backs showed ferocious smiles, and swung their iron spears and stabbed them into the cracks in the rocks.There were not many people who could find a deep enough crack in the rock in a hurry. Some of them cruelly pushed their companions to block the iron spears and hid under the corpses, so they narrowly escaped their lives.

Fay hadn't thought about the rock crack at all. In fact, he didn't even have the basic common sense of survival in the wilderness.

Because of the injury to his left foot, he couldn't even run fast. He saw a giant wolf rushing fiercely from the side. Under the moonlight, the jagged teeth like a file were covered with blood, and the half-orc eyes on the wolf's back were green. , let out an ugly, weird laugh, and swung the sharp iron spear high——

Fay rolled over, avoiding the giant wolf's pounce, and at the same time took the dagger he had snatched from a street stall in the town and stabbed it hard into the wolf's right hind leg.

The giant wolf howled in pain and jumped up.

Of course, the iron spear that the half-orc was about to plunge into couldn't continue to attack, it was thrown off the back of the wolf.

Fay hadn't recovered from his sudden fighting ability, the half-orc in leather armor had already got up, roared angrily, and swung the iron spear again.

"boom!"

Only afterimages remained before Fay's eyes, as well as the black and red blood sprayed in the night sky. The half-orc's body fell far away like a broken sack.

It was a crazy giant wolf rushing forward.

After the giant wolf knocked the half-orc into the air, it had already run far away. There was still a man on the back of the wolf. The turban was tightly wrapped, and the linen robe was rolled up by the wind. He suddenly turned around under the bright moonlight. His black eyes were looking at Fay.

"Danger!!" Fay happened to see a half-orc wolf riding towards him.

As a result, as soon as the man stretched out his hand, he grabbed the iron spear and threw the half-orc to the ground. Two giant wolves stepped on it at the same time, and the half-orc died immediately.

He suddenly threw the iron spear at Fay, and the moonlight reflected the cold edge.

With a thought in his mind, Fay immediately stepped on a rock by his feet and jumped up.

"Howl!" There was a short scream.

When Fay fell, it happened to be on the back of a giant wolf, and the original half-orc cavalry had been pierced through the chest by the iron spear and rolled down.

Sensing the change, the giant wolf twisted its neck and tried to bite.

"Don't move!" said Mordor darkly.

The giant wolf's bloody mouth dripping with saliva didn't have time to close, and its rushing momentum couldn't be restrained, its front paws kicked the ground, leaving four deep claw marks.

There was dark power in what Fay said. If he was a half-orc with a brain and could think, he would not be able to stop for a word. It would be much easier to control the wolf.

But this order is very wrong.

Don't move, just stop, the consequences...

The orc's screams attracted the attention of other wolf riders. They stopped searching for other townspeople and rushed from all directions. They even picked up their horns and started whining.

The town was alarmed, and several rows of iron chariots pulled by black horses rushed out from the outermost, and the blackness was overwhelming.

"Leave here and go to the Romanian Wasteland!"

This time Fay didn't hesitate, he listened directly to that person's opinion, and drove the giant wolf to the wilderness.

The dry wind rushed towards him, and the cloak that originally covered his head fell loose and was blown backward by the strong wind.Fay didn't care about the pity, he turned his head and saw countless flames pouring out of the town, obviously the orc army was also alarmed.

Seeing the number of pursuers, Fay felt very suspenseful.

Especially since he doesn't even know how to ride a horse. The giant wolf is a more difficult mount to get used to than a horse. When it runs, its back keeps bumping.

This embarrassing situation gradually eases as the body adapts to the bumps.

On the wasteland, two giant wolves ran wildly in front of them, and the pursuers were 100 meters away. The black tide was like a black tide, gradually forming an arc.

The fast-running half-orc wolves all dispersed to both sides to make way for the pursuers behind. Obviously, they wanted to intercept them from the front and finally formed an encirclement circle.

"What should I do?" Fay couldn't help asking the person next to him.

The other party's voice came out clearly from the strong wind: "Don't worry, it's almost dawn!"

After running wildly for a while, the half-orc wolves finally started to slow down. They yelled and cursed angrily, but they could only turn around.They are a dark race that cannot move in the sunlight during the day, and must return to the town before the first light appears.

"Don't stop! Get rid of those chariot men!"

When the morning sun appeared on the Romanian Wasteland, a long night had passed. Facts proved that the speed of the giant wolf was much faster than that of the war horse. When Fay turned around, he found that there was an empty space behind him, and he could no longer see any pursuers.

"Huh!" It's dangerous.

The rising sun on the wilderness was very dazzling. Fay stared at the person in front of him, probably because he was dazzled by the light. Fay suddenly felt that this person looked familiar.

Fay laughed, what kind of familiarity is this?

Dress like a mummy, what kind of familiarity can you see?

After running wildly all night, the two giant wolves also began to get tired. They didn't like sunlight either, so their speed gradually slowed down.

Fay caught up to the man with ease.

After feeling safe, most people always have goodwill and affection for those who have gone through the escape journey together, even Smaug is no exception, and Fay certainly feels that he should get to know this person again.

"Maybe we can exchange a little trust now," Fay suggested with a smile. "Names, for example."

As a result, the other party did not answer for a long time.

Fay didn't care, and said directly: "My name is Fay, at least I think I really have that name."

"...Gorsol."

The man turned his head from the back of the wolf, his black eyes were as deep as the shadows of the Mirkwood: "This is my name."