"No one knows Shimlin better than we do."

Ginging at the rugged hilly area shrouded in the cold mist in the distance, and the quiet high hill fortress standing quietly in the middle of the place, the red-haired Mezlos murmured, as if muttering to himself, but also as if persuading himself.

"As a defensive level, it can completely save us too much loss and death, but if we are the offensive side..."

His face looked gloomy, and after a while, Mezlos turned his horse's head.

"Tell me that the army will march towards Mount Ryleil, and wait for the northern magma to be extinguished before taking action. Shimlin will temporarily ask Morgoth to keep it for us. We cannot make such fearless sacrifice!"

"But, third brother..." Kurufen beside him was anxious when he heard this.

"If there is a slight possibility, I will save him, but--" Mezlos stopped talking, and finally his tone was cold and hard, and his hands holding the reins were just rising.

"Let's go, we will avenge him!"

So the elves began to slowly march towards a checkpoint in the mountains in the east of Shimlin.

There was the place where Fiano's fourth son Karan Hill led his army to station. He was attacked before, but it was not lost.

Mezlos was preparing to carry out the mission of stopping the enemy from entering the Middle Earth, and at the same time decided to wait until the entire encirclement battle was clear before making plans.

Reason made the red-haired elf endure the pain of losing his own brother, and chose to preserve his strength and wait for him to avenge him in the future. However, reason also made him lose a favorable opportunity.

At this time, it was the stall of Shir raging at the Shimlin Fortress. When the enemy was in panic, if they took the opportunity to attack, even if they could not achieve success with one blow, they would have many advantages.

However, the two sides were far apart and could not easily convey information. Mezlos didn't even know that Canar, who had seen not long ago, would be in Himrin at this time.

...

Charles did not notice all this. Although Sauron laughed loudly because of the withdrawal of the red-haired elf, he also did not hear the slightly proud laughter of this man.

In fact, when Sauron summoned a group of remaining senior officials to get together to prevent him, he had already returned to the elves deep in Shimrin.

It’s not that he has other plans, but that he has no strength!

The figure that appeared quietly in the shadow not far from the city gate still looked tall and tall, but the drooping hands kept trembling.

After a special shuttle, the black blood still adhered to the surface of the long sword tightly held in the other hand, behind which were countless dark lives that died of assassination.

But it also represents Charles' continuous running!

After all, he is not a machine. Even if the enemy stands still and lets him kill, he can't bear it if there are too many.

What's more, the frequent shuttle gaps in the world have already suffered a lot from him.

"This is the biggest help I can do, and there is nothing I can do."

Facing the elves running over, he said hoarsely and tiredly: "If the army outside the city can regain Shimlin, I think you will have a glimmer of hope, but if..."

Because he was not sure about the specific situation outside, Charles was still thinking that Mezlos was preparing to attack the city.

"You have helped us a lot, and we can't ask for anything anymore."

Kellergon's black-haired deputy replied, looking at the young face in front of him, his heart was filled with complex emotions, reverence, touching, and awe...

Finally, all thoughts turned into bowing to the other party again, and the same was true for the other elves surrounding the place.

They then prepared to discuss what to do at this time, whether to wait quietly, or other aspects.

However, at this moment, a calm and calm voice suddenly came from behind them: "Medzlos will not come to save you. He has chosen to withdraw his troops."

Because his eyes were facing behind these elves, Charles could see who was talking.

It was not a person, or an elf, but a dog.

A big white dog running out of the rear hall!

Staring at the other party's blue dog eyes that looked full of agility, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

The last time he had a conflict with Kellergon, Charles discovered that the big white dog was not unusual, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time, just thinking it was a specially trained hunting dog.

But I didn't expect that this dog could still speak?

Shire was a little surprised by this, but if he had been interested in inquiring, it would not be difficult to find out that this dog was not an ordinary hunting dog, but a god dog.

Its name is Juan, and its first master was Olomi, one of the Western Viagra.

And it also has a great reputation.

It is very strong, the special body makes it never tired, and the strange soul makes it understand all the languages ​​of everything.

Before Vera called to the West, the elves were already active in the dark Middle Earth with Olomi. They had great military achievements and were known as Verano's divine dog.

However, even though he didn't know about this, after the other party spoke, Charles did not underestimate this big dog as big as a pony, because the other party spoke slowly and organizedly.

"But we are not without hope, if my guess is correct."

"What's your solution?" asked Charles.

His previous meaning was clearly planned to give up the besieged soldiers and left by himself. After all, as he said, he had no other way.

If Morgoth's power was not staring at him here, then Charles could actually "struggle" a little longer. But at this moment, Charles could not do the kind of miracle creation.

But at this moment he rekindled hope. After all, a dog who can talk will never speak, right?

"We can try to capture Soren, and then threaten him to open the door of Shimlin and let us out." The calm words of the Big White Dog shattered the hope that had just risen.

"Are you sure?"

"I obviously don't have the talent to tell jokes." The big white dog's face was as serious as an old cadre at this time.

"I saw your special ability to use it. Since you can take away many of the equipment you carry, can you take it with me too?"

"It's okay, but..." Seeing it with a serious look, Charles put away his absurdity, "But even if we can raid and capture Sauron, we can't threaten his true safety at all."

He refers to Sauron's ability to give up his body at will.

Although Charles was able to pose many threats to the enemy's various physical bodies at this time, he still had no choice but to the invisible body.

In many years, he has done some research on this, but he has never had any clues.

The soul of this world seems to be different from what he knows.

"He does have the option to give up on his body, but I don't think he will do that."

The big white dog Juan licked the blood-stained hair on his body while licking the dog's posture, and analyzed it: "A powerful body is very important to Maiya. He can give up his ordinary body, but he may not necessarily give up the ones he has now. Not long ago, I smelled his scent, which was very strong, but equally precious."

Seeing Charles frowning and thinking after hearing this, it said again: "Besides, as long as I can bite him, even if he has an ordinary body, he needs to make a careful decision, just because my teeth can hurt his fallen soul exposed to his body."

When saying this, the big white dog did not show much pride, conceit or even confidence, but instead spoke straightforwardly, as if talking about something very ordinary and normal.
Chapter completed!