Zeratu secretly returned to the Blackfoot settlement. In order not to attract attention, he buried his weapons, armor and the pride of all the elves in the mud. He caught the poisonous bee and stabbed his face, causing red blisters to appear on his face, then put on a slave-like ragged linen, put on iron chains on his wrists, and covered his head with a hood, but just showed his broken face that the orcs didn't want to approach, and followed the caravan back to the settlement.

This place is very different from when he left. The scale has expanded four times, and the arena of the gladiator has expanded more than six times. The huge Colosseum, which can accommodate 30,000 spectators, is now the most popular place among the orcs in addition to the Evil Black Tower (Zoro's location).

The flag of Tverdo Mordor's black foot fluttered high, but it was a little different from the past. Under the black big feet, the originally red blood swamp was replaced with yellow-brown soil and three mushrooms grew. Legion mushrooms, a specialty of Legion's leader Black Foot, has become the strongest capital for the Orcs to command black Foot. The entire Mordor does not have the orc settlement that does not require Legion's lunch meat bread. This food that can fill the stomach, but does not have the taste of meat, and has become a necessity for the orc army to go out to fight. Because of its stable quality, it gradually has the effect of "equivalent".

But what followed was naturally troubles. Many orcs certainly wanted to have legion mushrooms, so they took various actions against Black Foot himself and his settlement. These actions were all frustrated, but it is said that Black Foot also suffered considerable damage and recuperated in the tower for a long time, handing over the big and small affairs to the "cross demon" Daryl.

At the same time, all the transplants of Legion mushrooms ended in failure. At present, only Black Foot knows how to expand the yield of Legion mushrooms, so no orcs are causing trouble for him anymore.

Zeratu didn't believe that black foot could suffer from any fatal or crippled damage. That guy's combat power was unfathomable, and all this must be some kind of conspiracy. Tverdo Mordor Black Foot was one of the most dangerous people Zeratu had ever seen. His ambition would definitely not be small, and this ambition would cause the people around him to die one by one, but there must be no one among them that his sister Thrandis.

After entering the city, he moved towards the tower with black feet, which was still there, and there was no change. Compared with the tall arena, the tower now looks small, broken and old, and there is no sunshine all day long. A lazy big dog was lying at the door, four orc guards standing guard, and six orc soldiers patrolling the tower. There was definitely no hope when the rush forward rashly.

So Zeratu lurked in a market opposite the tower, waiting to see if his sister would appear. If he was not good, he would have to observe the situation where the tower was guarding the shift day and night. He found a barbecue stall and guarded the trash can, so that it would not be annoying or eye-catching.

"Have you heard that, I found an underground ruin, but it was snatched by Black Foot, and I had to divide it into him. Why do you think he is so powerful and can always get a good place?" The two orcs came to the barbecue stall and ordered four lizards. Then, while waiting for the meat to cook, one of them said. "How many spies do you think he has to have outside?"

"Idiot, first of all, you have to call him the commander of Mordor's black foot, and then this question is very simple, because he is Mordor's black foot, and the title given to him by Lord Dark Demon Lord, so he can find these places that others have never visited." Another orc made a fuss and kept urging the goblins to speed up their movements. "But he is also powerful enough, so new ruins can be found in the east."

"The ruins are good, especially the elite weapons of humans and dwarves, armor and other things are even better! If you find any treasures that are dedicated to the great lord, you can also get rewards and more opportunities for combat. Have you heard that orcs have found complete legion mushrooms, and thus received a large amount of rewards from Black Foot, a whole set of fire steel plate armor!"

"It's the commander of Mordor's black foot, and he lives in the tower on that side. You have to pay attention."

"Hmph, I'm worried about him, but I'd rather worry about the rebels in the East! There are goblins who take in the escaped slaves and raise dire wolves in the east to fight back! Black Foot does not do much else, but it's really good to build a supply station next to the ruins. It's also a good thing to collect dire wolves and escaped slaves."

"Shh, where did you hear the messy things? Where are the goblins and slave settlements?" The orc was obviously more careful and said in a low voice: "To the east are the new subordinates of the Demon Lord, the barbarians riding mammoths and more sheepmen. By the way, there are also pirates from the south. I asked me to eat quickly, and after eating, go to the new ruins to take a look and grab some good weapons. I heard that I am going to prepare to attack again, this time the target is the dwarves in the north..."

"Really? That's great! I don't ask for anything else. A machete that can cut the thick armor of the dwarf is enough."

"A machete is not as good as a heavy hammer. The heavier the better." The orc looked at the muscles on his arm and said, "But it can't be too heavy."

Zerathu didn't hear clearly what he was talking about behind the two orcs. His attention turned to the tower, and Thrandis's appearance forgot what was around her. She was still dressed up in the past, without any change. Her short hair was always dirty face, and the man's clothes. Thrandis was carrying a wooden barrel, which contained barbecue chops without any seasonings.

The reserved grain smelled the food and immediately stood up and came to Thrandis. It licked the female elf's hand, then bit the wooden barrel and took it over, poured the food in front of it, and then ate it by itself.

"You're still not letting me feed you?" Thrandis picked up the wooden barrel and reached out to touch the head of the reserved food. The dog made a "hurrying" sound from his throat to express his impatient mood. Thrandis smiled slightly, stood up and was about to go back.

A familiar whistle came into her ears, causing her steps to pause. The reserve grain also raised its head and looked around alertly. Zeratu quickly lowered his head, reached into the trash can, and pretended to be in a check-in. The reserve grain looked around and no one was hostile, so it continued to enjoy a big meal. At this time, Thrandis had already entered the tower.

She waited for a long time until it was dark, and then she left the tower while dumping the garbage. According to the past agreement, she came to the corridor of the underground fortress, turned to the right, and then found Zeratu in the shadows in the corner of the wall.

"Have you completed the mission?" asked Thrandis.
Chapter completed!