"Oh, sorry." She folded her hands on her chest, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm looking for my child, Tihel, the orc may be attacking, I'm worried that he will run into a dangerous place. Go. Have you seen him? With pale blond hair, he always wears a dark green cloak with patches on it. He has been reluctant to change it."

Virginia recalled in her mind what she had seen before, and quickly found a similar figure.

"He is Talion's son, right?"

"Do you know Talion?"

"He just talked to..." Virgenia paused. "I went out with my boyfriend and went to investigate in the orc camp. His son wanted to go with him, but he didn't agree, so Tihel went to help in the lower wing."

"Oh, that's fine." She covered her forehead and sighed softly. "I am worried that he will run out alone, he is too impulsive, thinking that he can be alone at the age of eighteen."

"Perhaps, when any child is about to reach adulthood, he will think that he has grown up and can act like a real adult. Only after making a mistake will he realize how naive the fantasy of the past is." Virginia said in agreement. , She turned her head again and looked at the darkness outside the battlements and the fire at the other end of the darkness.

After learning that her child hadn't ran out to take risks or was silly, the woman walked up to Virginia and asked slightly curiously and kindly.

"You said your man, is he also a ranger here? You came to visit him? You are from Gondor, right?"

"Ah..." Virginia responded nonchalantly, still looking into the distance.

"Will you stay with him and live here?"

"No... he is not a ranger. He passed by here because of something. I will stay here with him for a while and then leave."

"Well, I knew that not many people would stay in the Black Gate forever, and have a better life elsewhere. I am Youris, Tarion's wife, who are you?" Youris told Virginian Asked, she also walked to the mage girl and looked at the shadow outside the city wall.

"I'm Virginia, from the...North, and I came with Zelin." Virginia was a little surprised. "Are you Tarion's wife? Oh, this is really, sorry, you look too young."

"Tihel was born when I was nineteen years old." Juris covered her mouth and chuckled. "Let’s not stand here anymore. Others have to be prepared to deal with the orcs. Let us go to the tower. Here will cause chaos to other people. You can tell me about the North. I heard that the northerners have killed them. An evil dragon, but since I left Gondor, I have been living in the Black Gate and have never been outside Gondor."

"Sorry, ma'am, I'm very happy to tell you the story of the north." Virginia said apologetically. She could hear that Youris thought she might be Zelin who was worried about going out, and was afraid that he would be in the orcs. What happened in the camp was unexpected and unexpected, so she invited her to chat away from the city wall to help her divert her attention. But I'm afraid Youris was wrong. Virginia is worried about Zelin. It's hard to be relieved by this kind of thing. After all, this is not going to the next village to buy a bag of salt. "But, I have some other things. Some, uh...I have to look at the orc camp. This is very important. I promised him."

Of course, there is one more point. She doesn't understand any northern stories at all.

In response, Juris held her forehead and shook her head. "Okay, but let's change a place. It really hinders the other rangers. They have to stand on the wall and resist the orcs. I know a place, on the top platform of the tower. It is very high, very open, and It won’t affect anyone. There, you can see the entire valley."

"It sounds like an arrow tower." Virginia frowned slightly. She looked around, and there were many rangers nearby, standing behind the battlements like sculptures, waiting and guarding.

"There used to be Arrow Tower." Juris nodded. "But not anymore, because there are not so many archers. After a battle a few years ago, the arrow tower at the edge of the Black Gate was abandoned. There were too few soldiers. If everyone held their bows and arrows, they walked up. On the high platform, who is standing below to resist the enemies who are climbing up."

"Well, it doesn't look like we are really fit to stay here." Looking at the slightly displeased eyes of the nearby rangers, Virginia smiled awkwardly at Juris. She had been thinking just now, so much that she didn't notice the situation nearby. She stepped aside, and immediately a ranger stood where she was just now, and put the crossbow arrow behind the shooting port of the battlement.

"Let's go, ma'am."

"Let's go, just call me Yorice."

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ps: Because there is no official in the first generation, so the second generation dominates the conflicts of some nouns between the first generation and the second generation.

The first thousand six hundred and ninety chapters rescue the hostages

Zelin never wanted to know what exactly the drinks the orcs drank were made of.

Next to the room where Marvin is being held, there is a wooden barrel fixed in a three-dimensional iron ring. The wooden barrel is filled with a dark and viscous liquid. The flames of the bonfire in the center of the room are pulsating. An orc is patrolling nearby. Then, his yellowed eyes stared at the door-if the half-collapsed arch was still a door-glanced at the drink in the barrel from time to time, with a look of tangled pain in his eyes.

But it didn't notice that a figure hung from the ceiling gap above. The demon hunter controlled his footsteps as much as possible and landed gently in the room. The orc turned his back to him and looked out the door. The noise in the fortress was enough to conceal the slight noise made by Zelin as he moved. He moved lightly to the barrel and took out a bottle of potion from his arms, with the black blood potion logo on the glass bottle. He stuck the mouth of the potion bottle on the surface of the water in the wooden barrel to prevent any noise. Then he turned his wrist slightly, and the poisonous potion quickly melted into the pitch-black drink.

After finishing all this, he took two steps back, grabbed the rope, and made a gesture to the top.

The rope began to rise, and the figure of the demon hunter quickly disappeared in the room.

He ascended to the second floor room with the rope, Talion stretched out his hand, and Zelin grabbed it and jumped up from the hole with force.

The room on the second floor of the fortress is already on the top floor, because it has no ceiling. The three floors of the past now only have a circle of protruding fractured surfaces and hanging door frames that cling to the wall, telling people that the fortress was not that short in the past. .

"Is that small bottle of potion enough?" The ranger squatting on the ground rubbed his thighs. In order to avoid any sound when pulling the hemp rope, he tied a section of the rope to the rock behind him, and then put the middle on his thigh. . "We'd better bring down more than half of the orcs in the fort. You have too little poison."

"Don't worry, Talion." Zelin shook his fingers. "Believe me, no poison is more toxic than this potion when it comes to poison."

Black blood potion, even for the demon hunter who often suffers various decoctions and potions, drinking it is not an easy task.

Seeing Zelin so confident, Talion said nothing, he nodded. "What's next?"

"We have solved all the crossbowmen standing on high places, right?" Zelin raised his head, he could see the sky directly, but there was no twinkling stars and bright moon in the night sky, and the smoke and dust from the volcano at the end of the day formed The dark clouds cover everything.

"Unless you have an omission." Talion said, his tone didn't have the slightest doubt. The ranger believed in his abilities. He had been fighting the orcs in the Black Gate for nearly two decades. "Otherwise, when we retreat, there won't be an arrow flying from our heads."

"Take this." Zelin handed the other vial to Talion, which was filled with light green powder. "I saw you have been staring at the orc war behemoth just now."

"The trebuchet carried by the war behemoth is a threat to Kuromon."

"Pour these powdered medicines into the wooden barrels containing the meat, and we will have a good show after the orcs feed the food to their giant beasts."

Talion took the potion bottle, and the glass bottle the size of a thumb was lying in his palm. "Is this enough?"

"Almost."

Tarion nodded and quickly disappeared into the night.

Zelin tilted his head and moved his stiff neck that was blown by the cold wind. That was the dust in the Dragon Dream bomb. Zelin understood the materials of each bomb and what effect they mixed together. Zelin was thinking about whether to throw the potion of the north wind bomb into the mouth of the war behemoth, but after thinking it over, he decided not to do such an extravagant thing. Killing an enemy with a north wind bomb, even a behemoth of war, would be too wasteful.

He was waiting, watching the room below, as the orcs came in and out one by one, putting the drinks in the wooden barrels into smaller barrels, and then taking them to other places.

A fire snake appeared on the long bridge outside the fort. Accompanied by the heavy creaking of the rusty iron cables, the iron gate of the fortress was slowly hoisted up, and the orcs holding the torch swarmed from the arch like a river bursting a bank. Into. The orcs were noisy, like a swarm of buzzing flies, they threw heavy weapons aside, took off their breastplates, and took off their helmets. At the same time, another door of the fortress was also opened, and the fully armed orcs lined up in a neat phalanx, stepping in the direction of the black door.

They are working in shifts.

Seeing the phalanx walking out of the fortress, Zelin sullen his face. A phalanx has 120 soldiers, four phalanxes, and 480 orcs. Adding to the enemies at the foot of Udon Mountain, the number of enemies on the front line of the Black Gate is almost a thousand. There are only over a hundred rangers, which is a number worthy of vigilance for them. But if the orcs are stationed in front of the black gate day and night, and half of the orcs and the garrison in the fortress rotate. Perhaps some of the rangers in the Black Gate will lose their combat effectiveness due to exhaustion before the Black Gate is attacked, and no one can maintain a high level of vigilance for several days.

By orc standards, their leader is a bit too smart.

Zelin immediately thought of Jie Ling, but soon he rejected this speculation.

If it were the ring spirits, the orcs would launch an offensive this afternoon. The rangers of the Black Gate had no absolute numerical advantage over the orcs army. They only had less than two hundred people. If there is a strong ring spirit, the orc does not need to make these extraneous plans. The orcs also need food to fill their stomachs. The food consumed by a 1,000-man army is not a small amount on the barren land of Mordor.

Zelin, who was observing secretly above, retreated into the shadows. The orcs swarmed into the room full of wooden barrels for drinks. They yelled and rushed to the wooden cabinet to scramble for the cup inside. The winner immediately ran to the wooden barrel to fetch water. The loser received a few punches on his face, his nose and face were swollen, and he could only wait by the side and wait for others to finish taking it before he could go and take out one or two wooden cups full of gaps. Next to the barrel, he tried his best to scrape out some drinks from the remaining puddles below.

Zelin leaned his back against the wall, listening to the voice below, counting silently in his heart.

Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty...

The sound of swigging was interrupted by the sound of knocking down the barrel. The orc put down the cup and looked at a comrade who seemed to be drunk in astonishment.

Thirty seconds, slower than he expected.

The orc covered his throat, tensed his body, and staggered forward three steps before falling heavily on the barrels. The barrel was smashed, and the orc fell among the piles of shredded wood. Blood gushed from the orc's eyes, nose, and corners of his mouth, and quickly flowed out from under the broken wooden boards.

Then came more groans and falling to the ground.

Black hellebore petals, and the blood of the scavengers.