How to break into a ring

The weathered sandstone stands quietly in the endless wasteland, and giant wolves run along the water source, but these narrow rivers often flow and disappear on the wasteland, and often only dry riverbeds can be found.

The giant wolf dug the soil with its claws, until it could bury its entire head, and then sucked the moist soil.

Fay finally discovered the advantage of the army of the dark faction—you don’t need to consider any supplies to launch a war, you just need to give it a casual bite, it doesn’t matter if it tastes bad, it doesn’t matter if it’s raw, as long as it’s food.

The giant wolf opened its jaws wide, bit the weeds by the roots, swallowed them all together with the scorpions and poisonous snakes hidden in the grass, then dug open the hole, and ate a delicious meal of gerbil meat.Giant wolves have strong vitality and can eat almost anything. To them, swallowing grass is just too lazy to spit out seeds when eating watermelon.

Fay found that the left eye of the giant wolf that Gosor was riding was blind. He thought of the appearance of the giant wolf when it first ran wild outside the town last night. Fay suddenly realized that Gosor could not order the giant wolf, nor could he That is to say, this mount was tamed by Gosor. At the very beginning, the giant wolf wanted to throw the man off its back, but was poked blind in one eye.

Fay silently added to the list of survival skills in this world - being able to ride a horse does not count, one must be able to ride a horse without saddles and stirrups, and it is best to have the ability to tame the enemy's mount as a means of escape in an emergency.

"Do you have a map?"

The absence of black smoke from Smaug's snoring meant that this was not his path.

"In town, a map is worth three saltbags."

"..." Just say no, is it difficult?

Although they exchanged names, they just met each other and couldn't speak freely.Fay can only speculate maliciously, maybe all capable people in this world are like this, they are both stubborn and awkward.

The elf king's hobby is collecting treasures, the dwarves are stubborn, the hobbits are foodies, Smaug loves to be brave, Gandalf likes to smoke a pipe... and Gothor, maybe he is a pauper!

Fay touched the gold coins and rubies in his leather pocket, very satisfied.

This is Smaug's collection, but according to how much the dragon cares about the treasure, as long as Smaug wakes up, he will follow the smell left on the gold coins and fly over obediently.

——Where is the money that Fay took away, it is obviously a key item for summoning a dragon as a helper.

Glancing at the scorching sun, Fay was jolting on the giant wolf's back and felt a little drowsy. He managed to pull himself together and continued to ask, "Even if we don't have a map, we still need a direction..."

"Go straight to the south, and you will be able to pass through the Romanian Wasteland." Gosor looked ahead without looking back.

The white turban still covered his hair, and there was a scimitar with a sheath around his waist. If he was riding a camel, it might be a good view of the wilderness—Fey thought interestingly, and asked casually: "Need to go?" How long, five days?"

"If you don't get lost, you can see... Mordor in 30 days."

Fay was surprised: "Mordor?" That was the base camp of the army of darkness, and he was so stupid to rush there!

"...The south of the Romanian Wasteland is the border of Mordor. Now our west is Mirkwood, the north is Longhu Town and Lonely Mountain, and the east is Loen, the territory of those chariot people." Gosor turned his head to look at Fei. Yi, there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes, but his voice was clear and steady, "There is one thing you may not know. 1000 years ago, the Romanian Kingdom was destroyed by the chariot people."

"Who are they? How come there are human troops joining Mordor?" Fay couldn't figure it out. He clearly remembered that Sauron was the enemy of all races in Middle-earth.

Look at the appearance of the half-orc, look at the Balrog, even if it is Smaug... justice and evil in Middle-earth are probably divided according to the degree of ugliness of the race!

No wonder Anata was able to successfully deceive the elves, and she won by her looks alone.

"Loun is even poorer than Romanian. It's normal for the Chariot People to want to occupy the rich land."

Where is normal!It is said that if Sauron rules the world, this continent will fall into permanent darkness, and all places will become like the Mirkwood. What is the use of those humans who stand in the dark camp occupying the fertile land?As a cemetery?Without sunlight, neither farming nor grazing can live!

Fay made no effort to hide his emotion, and Gorsol noticed it right away.

"It seems that you don't agree with humans joining Mordor?"

"of course."

Fay couldn't help laughing: "What kind of shelter can Mordor provide them? At least there is no volcanic ash in the Romanian Wasteland. What kind of war supplies can Sauron give to the human army that joins Mordor? Orcs' marching rations are what humans can Anything to eat?"

"..."

"Look, even a town full of thieves and robbers refuses to join the Mordor army. When we were hiding in the dark passage, those half-orcs fought with each other even for an iron pot... It seems that all the iron in Mordor is made of iron. Come to make weapons and armor, not even a pot!"

"..."

The half-orc leader stationed in a distant town kept beating his head.

——Strange, why did he suddenly feel a terrifying chill?

"Boss, this is left by those two humans yesterday!" An ugly half-orc came over, holding a brown cloak in its hand. It was Fay who was caught by the wind when he was running away on a giant wolf in the wilderness. swept away.

The orc leader jumped up and tore the cloak in two,

Wolf riders are the spies of orcs, and they are also elites.The giant wolf is of course a dark race, but two ends were snatched away, and the person who snatched the giant wolf escaped the pursuit of the orcs, which made the leader extremely angry.

"Yes, it's an elf...the one wearing this cloak is an elf!"

This is a townsman who was captured alive by a half-orc wolf rider. Both his legs were broken, his flesh was bloody, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He came to town last night, and he said he was looking for... You must be elves from Mirkwood—ah!"

The furious orc leader wrung the guy's neck with one hand.

"A liar full of lies!"

The bald leader showed his yellow and sharp teeth, and his expression was terrifying: "This is a cloak made by dwarves! You make me believe that an elf walked into this town wrapped in a dwarf's cloak? This is a worse lie than Mordor is full of sunshine!! "

The townspeople had died, and of course could not defend themselves.

The half-orc next to him approached cautiously: "Boss?"

"Find it for me!" the half-orc leader threw aside the corpses of the townspeople, and roared, "If we can't send out a large force, we will send out the most elite half-orc wolf cavalry, hiding in sandstone pits during the day, and walking along Rome at night. Search the Nian wasteland. And those humans from the east... Tell them to capture those two hateful humans!"

"Boss? The order we received from Lord Ring Spirit is only to evacuate from the Mirk Forest... Will this anger the Witch King?"

"Hahaha!" The half-orc leader laughed, and then said viciously, "The head of the Ringwraiths has returned to demons a lot, and he can't come out for a long time. You are so loyal to the Witch King, next time you attack Gondor, I will I will send you to serve the Witch King!"

"No no, leader... that's not what we mean!"

The orcs were all scared and ran away with their heads in their hands.

Who doesn't know that the Witch King of Angmar leads the troops to attack the most difficult fortresses to conquer, and those who have the courage to face the Witch King of Angmar are the most outstanding warriors among mankind.The Witch King of Angmar is the most trusted and capable subordinate of the Dark Lord...

The bald leader smiled coldly, touched the thick blue blood vessels protruding from his head, brought the cloak that had been torn in two back to his eyes, and said to himself: "It's strange, how can there be humans who can drive the giant wolf of Mordor? "

This is absolutely true.

On the wasteland, Fay just saw the shadow of the horse team in the distance, and before they approached, the other party yelled sharply: "Wolf rider! It's a half-orc, run!!"

"Only two... are spies, kill them quickly!"

It was an inexplicable encounter.

Fay was angry, how did he look like a half-orc?What a difference in this look!

The sparse rain of arrows has overwhelmed them.

——With this attack strength, if it was a real half-orc wolf rider, one would be able to pounce on a group of them.

Fay lowered his body, and the arrow brushed his hair and flew over. The giant wolf was very fast, and in a blink of an eye it was in front of the horse team.Those people were even more flustered. As soon as they set up the shield, the giant wolf stepped on it with one paw and jumped over it.

Fay didn't hear the hooves of the chasing horses. He turned his head and saw that the giant wolf that Gosor was riding was dragging the corpse of a pony, and the fresh blood stained the wild grass red.

The pony had already been crushed by the giant wolf, and most of the bones were broken when dragged all the way.

After getting away from the horse team, the speed of the two giant wolves slowed down at the same time, and they stopped to bite the horse carcass.

This scene was a bit bloody, but Fay thought of something else: "Is there a town near here?" Otherwise, where would the horse team come from?

"In the Ronian Wasteland, there are towns wherever there is groundwater."

"Then we can only abandon the giant wolf on the wasteland..." Fay himself didn't think it was a good idea. The giant wolf was ferocious and loved to kill. If it was so hungry, it might even attack travelers passing by the wasteland.

Gosor said without looking back, "What do you want?"

"Maps, daggers or weapons..." Fay reacted quickly, and immediately understood what he meant, smiling, "It seems that we have to exchange more trust than names."

One person was left watching the two giant wolves in a secluded place in the wilderness, and the other went into the town to find what he needed.

Of course, Fay knew that he knew almost nothing about this world, and probably didn’t even understand the unit of measurement when buying things, so he first proposed to stay—no matter how powerful the taming skill is, it can’t compare to the powerful Dark Word of Mordor order it.Fay thought it made sense.

It's just that when Fay watched Gosor leave, he immediately stopped him.

"You just said that maps are worth three packs of salt?" Maps are expensive, so there should be no misunderstanding.

so?

Gosor looked at him silently.

Three bright golden lights were thrown and fell right into the grass next to Gothol's boots.

Fay was very satisfied with his aim, and then kindly reminded: "When paying the bill with this, remember to remind the seller that it is best to soak the gold coin in water for ten days, or stuff it into horse manure first. The collection of giant dragons that I took without telling. I think everyone understands a dragon’s obsession with wealth!" Gosor slowly raised his eyes from the gold coins at his feet, although he was wrapped in a white turban. The eyes were left, and for some reason, Fay suddenly felt that Gosor's face must be darker than a half-orc's iron pot.

"Cough, forgive my presumptuousness." Fay touched his forehead, and decided to put it in a more subtle way, "It's mainly because of your dressing style. I really can't see where your purse is."

Riding the giant wolf bumps all the way, Fay didn't hear any sound like copper plates on Gosor's body, but the gold coins and precious stones in his leather pocket kept bumping.

Admit it, isn't he just a pauper, what is there to hide?

But Gosor didn't speak, let alone pick up gold coins, and walked away directly.

"...Well, even if you don't need money to buy it, he can actually grab it!" Fay stuffed the gold coin back into his leather pocket and said to himself.