Altariel lowered his eyes: "Dear Joseph...Who is Joseph?"

"Yusevka, you know that doctor in the clinic."

"Why are you writing to her?"

"I told her before that once I leave the castle, I will send her a letter every once in a while to introduce her current situation so that she will not worry about herself in the castle." Zelin explained impatiently. : "Okay, is it over? If you think there is no problem with this letter, please give it to me as soon as possible. Time is not waiting, I have not finished writing yet."

Although it takes a long time to send a letter from here to Lonely Mountain, taking into account the different time speeds of the two places, Yusevka can receive a letter only after half a month. So Zelin was going to give it a try, just as Altea was stationed at Gushan, she knew what to do. It has been so long, and Francesca still hasn't used the telescope to contact him again, so he had to continue to write letters.

The ranger silently returned the letter to Zelin.

"I know. Just now I asked, do you have any plans to draw Saruman out of his fortress." She said: "You have proposed this to King Xiurton. There must be a good plan. I am. Thinking, we can act in advance. King Hiurdon’s troops need to be repaired after they arrive, and we will not feel tired. Together with your gryphon, we can make Saruman lose the advantage of waiting for work."

Zelin ignored her, but wrote on the letter paper while thinking about what he could tell Yusefka. Obviously, it is best not to tell her anything about the war. The battlefield is very dangerous, even sword masters are inevitably injured, and it is extremely thrilling for ordinary people. Telling her that she was going to war would undoubtedly only make Yusevka more worried.

"Did you hear that?"

The Elf Ranger repeated it again.

But Rivendell, Bree, and Shire must be doing well. You can tell Yusefka that he is traveling in Rohan and is about to go to Gondor. He helped the king of Rohan to lift the curse, and thus gained the friendship of the people here. Next, when Gondor, he will write another letter describing the beauty and magnificent city of Gondor to her.

A simple curse should not worry her. Zelin thought, writing on the letter paper with a pen.

[The king here has a curse that will cause rapid aging. I have never encountered a similar situation in the past, but fortunately, the local elves know what to do. Alta Real helped me solve the trouble, the ranger who had recuperated in your clinic. I must say that the roast lamb and cheese cubes here are very good, but I have already missed your craftsmanship. I hope that the trouble here will end as soon as possible. Trust me, if the problem here is handled properly, I will return to you as quickly as possible. Say hello to others for me. 】

The ranger closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and asked again: "Did you hear my question?"

[...By the way, if you can see Enid, tell her that you can be with her when she uses the telescope to contact me. It takes too long to send a letter here. I hope this letter can reach your hand as soon as possible. 】

After writing the last word, Zelin folded the letter paper before looking at the elf ranger.

"You deliberately pretended not to hear." The ranger took a few deep breaths: "That is my duty, and you shouldn't put your personal emotions on such an important time."

"I don't have any plans, at least not now." Zelin opened his hands and stood up: "Everything will be said until tomorrow. I wish you a good night's sleep. It seems that you have to leave the camp for a period of time every day to detect enemies and hunt for enemies. Half-orcs, if I were you, I would rest, relax, and wait until the battle to solve the opponent at once."

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Chapter 2436: The Predator in the Forest

When Hiurdon's Hussars appeared at the mouth of the Eisen River, Saruman gathered all his soldiers, including strong orcs, half-orcs, and Dunland savages.

Only one army remained on the way, and that army carried Saruman's hope of capturing the Supreme Lord of the Rings.

"We can't continue like this!"

When night fell, the half-orcs who fell behind finally could no longer continue to run. They had been running with the strong orcs for three consecutive days, and even drinking and eating were resolved during the run.

"We must take a rest." The orcs sat on the ground one after another, and the hobbits on their backs were also thrown away by them: "Only we can continue walking."

The leading strong orc looked around, and the night was shrouded in the surrounding plains, and there was no sunlight to make them happy physically and mentally. All the half-orcs sit or lie on the ground, and the remaining strong orcs also appear listless. Originally they hate sunlight, just as humans don't like to fight their enemies in the dark.

"Raise a campfire!" it yelled, "Take a rest!"

There is no cheering among the orcs, they may not even have the strength to cheer. Only a few orcs crouched and trot to the forest beside them, preparing to chop some wood with their axes and light a campfire to keep warm.

There was a faint whistling sound from the forest, like the sound of the wind, and like the scream of some kind of beast. But it was covered by the thumping and conversation of the orcs cutting down trees.

"What's that?" Two hobbits were lying on the haystack. There was a bruise on Meri's forehead, and their wrists were tied. "What is that sound?" Meri asked again: " Did you hear it?"

"That's a tree." Pipin's face showed something surprised, and there was a smirk at the corner of his mouth: "It's a tree! Meili, do you remember the old forest on the border of Buckland? They said there was something in the water. It can make trees grow taller and come back to life."

He deliberately lowered his voice.

"Come to life?"

"Yes, come alive. Trees can whisper. I have heard this story." Pipin looked at the forest close at hand. They marched along the forest, almost never leaving the edge of the forest: "The trees will talk to each other, even Move around."

When the campfire broke out, there was a commotion among the orcs. The food was distributed to the hands of every orc, only hard brown bread, even covered with moldy color.

"I'm starving to death, why don't I have meat!" A strong orc with white palm prints on his face complained loudly, "We can only eat bread full of maggots for three days!"

The strong orc threw the bread casually and smashed it three meters away from Meili.

"Yeah, why can't we eat meat?" A pale orc took the opportunity to agree. Its eyes were full of cunning, and his gaze shifted to the two hobbits along with the tossed bread: "How about eating them? ? Their meat is very fresh!"

The orcs licked the corners of their mouths, and many orcs grinned, as if they couldn't help drooling just thinking of the smell of meat.

"Their lives are not as good as the worst hobbit family." Meri whispered: "At least we can drink beer and eat hot toast. There must be a large barbecue and boiled eggs on festivals."

"Shut up, Meili, they want to eat us!" Pipin moved his body and glanced around.

Suddenly, his gaze stayed behind a tree on the edge of the forest.

"Merry." He touched his companion's shoulder with his arm: "Look over there, see over there!"

The leading strong orc wore a round helmet and his hair was tied into a series of long braids. He didn't notice the hobbit's abnormal movement, and his attention was all on the half-orcs: "No, they can't eat."

"What about eating only legs?"

The other half-orc widened those round eyes, and its nose was crooked, as if it had been broken several times. Another half-orc walked over and wanted to pick up the two hobbits. As long as the leader nodded, he immediately turned them into today's dinner. Almost every orc was staring at the leader, or touching a short knife, approaching the Hobbit, preparing to grab a large piece of meat for the first time.

"They don't need it anyway, they were carried all the way here." The orcs swallowed hard, "They look delicious!"

With that, the orc raised his short knife and was about to walk over.

"Go back to me!"

The braided orc pushed the broken arm back.

In an instant, a group of orcs drew out their weapons, and the strong orcs loyal to Saruman raised their weapons unwillingly, grinned, bared their fangs, and yelled at the orcs like a demonstration.

The camp was instantly divided into two opposing factions.

"These prisoners must be handed over to Saruman, alive and unscathed!"

"Alive? Why, does he want to treat them as prey?" There was a commotion among the orcs, and the Broken Arm Orc asked loudly, "Unscathed? Why should he be unscathed? Does he treat them as trophies?"

"They have a kind of elven weapon on their bodies, which the master wants to use to fight." The strong orc explained: "This is the master's order!"

When all the orcs were paying attention to the dispute, the cunning white orcs bent over and approached the hobbit cautiously.

"Only eat a small piece..." It suddenly raised its weapon: "What's the problem...Ah!"

When a dark green energy exploded on the pale orc, the orc had not yet reacted, and the strong orc leader rushed over with a knife and looked at the white orc's neck. But before the blade touched the skin it was dealing with, the orc fell, his body twitching like an electric shock.

The moment the orc fell, a ferocious gray wolf rushed out of the forest. As soon as the corpse in front of the strong orc leader fell, the gray wolf pounced on it, and its sharp teeth bit through its neck, blocking all its roars and commands in its throat.

The remaining orcs backed away in horror.