Chapter 169: Result of the Battle
Lightning flashed across the sky, heralding the coming of a rainstorm.
Boom!
"Ah!"
The guard who was cleaning the room trembled and collapsed to the ground. The papers with some evil things recorded on them were scattered by the wind and stained with blood.
The candle suddenly went out, and the last light in the room disappeared.
The guard couldn't help but turn his head to look at the missing window. There was a whimpering sound of wind, pouring in the humid air and darkness.
His mouth opened wider and wider, and the fear of some indescribable things climbed onto his face.
"Ah--!!!"
The heavy rain followed the thunder and screams.
"Quick, quick!"
The captain of the guard received the news and quickly gathered a team of guards, marching towards the highest hall in the rain.
Hurrah.
The neat footsteps woke up many people who were not asleep yet, and the armor made a sound under the bean-sized raindrops.
"What's wrong?"
The residents asked anxiously, but they never got an answer.
All we know is that since that day, the city lord, his whole family and all the guards moved out of the luxurious and solid hall, as if there was something terrible inside.
The next day, a carpenter was summoned to the city lord's residence, and it was said that he was ordered to nail and seal a room in the hall.
"Save us, messengers sent by the great magic eye, there are evil creatures entrenched in that hall!"
In the luxurious villa, the city lord prayed to a missionary sent by Sauron.
This time, the missionary finally took it seriously.
The prayers made by the missing messenger can still be attributed to nightmares and cowardice.
But it was the city lord who came today, and something really happened in that hall.
"Let me go and see."
The missionary courageously followed the city lord to the room and ordered people to violently split the newly sealed wooden strips with an axe.
Crack!
Dust flew everywhere, and the sun shone through the square gap above the window, just right on the clean desk.
There were several pages of notes sorted out on it.
"That's it."
At the urging of the city lord, the missionary picked up the pages of notes stained with blood and read them from the beginning in order.
His breathing gradually slowed down.
After a while, he put the pages of notes on the table, coughed and asked, "Are there any suspicious people recently?"
"No, we haven't found any suspicious people in the city."
For some reason, the city lord always felt that the missionary's voice was slightly trembling.
He pointed at the notes and asked, "Excuse me, what is that?"
"It's all evil words, let someone burn it!"
Although he was quite unhappy with the tone of the missionary's order, after all, this was someone sent by the great being of Mordor, and he couldn't be unhappy.
As the flames slowly rose, the pages of notes were soon devoured.
Looking at this warm flame, the missionary who always believed in darkness felt a little relieved at this moment.
"I will report this to the master."
That day, the missionary set out from the pass and headed straight for Mordor.
At the same time, a terrifying rumor enveloped the city. The messenger from the capital disappeared along with all the items on his desk. It was said that he was devoured by an indescribable monster.
As soon as the missionary set out, the city lord sent his most capable subordinates to deliver the message to the capital, saying that he needed to wait for the missionary to bring back the news from the Eye, and also had to guard against some kind of terror that might exist in the territory. It was not convenient to mobilize too many people for the time being.
A few days later.
Mordor, Barad-dur.
The missionary crawled in front of the evil black tower and told the ringwraiths about the rumors in the east.
"Ignorance."
The harsh voice came from the shadows that loomed in front of him.
"It's just a rumor."
Most of the ringwraiths didn't take it seriously.
Except for one - Hamul walked out of the ringwraiths, looked down at the missionary who came from his hometown, and said:
"Tell me everything you know."
The missionary thought back and regretted it.
Why did he burn those pages of notes?
But no matter how much he regretted it, he still had to say it.
He recalled it with great effort and answered with a stiff face:
"It is said that it is a monster that can breathe fire, wearing black spiked armor, and a golden light protecting him. No one can get close to him or hurt him."
"And he has a mysterious power that can make people have nightmares and walk out of nightmares."
"A messenger was killed by this power."
Khamul and another Ringwraith looked at each other.
Are you sure it's not the master?
"I'll check it out."
Khamul responded lightly and disappeared.
A few days later, a black horse broke through the pass, and the once 'most powerful legend and leader of the Dongyi: Kehamul' returned to this land again.
He first came to the scene where the messenger disappeared and searched carefully, but the conclusion he came to was that there was indeed no sign of any special power here.
Then, at the city lord's request, Hamur searched the entire hall again, but still found nothing.
The only suspicious thing in the whole scene was the square window gap.
"Fang..."
Some clue flashed.
"No, he should be west of the Misty Mountains, and it is unlikely that he will appear so far away."
This possibility with a very low probability was ruled out.
But Hamur announced on the spot: "The so-called monster is just something you imagined out of fear."
"Believe in my Lord, believe in the Magic Eye, the Master will protect you from the invasion of strange things."
Seeing that the Ringwraiths said so, the city lord was relieved. He knelt down to pray, and asked people to send a lot of treasures, and at the same time strengthen the territory's vigilance.
The messenger of the Magic Eye brought the will: Don't believe in rumors, don't spread rumors, there is no monster in this world that will come out of nightmares.
"The Magic Eye will protect us."
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In a small town far away from the capital, three people gathered in a secluded alley.
"I brought a lot of intelligence from the port city, I believe they will be useful."
Falodane took out a stack of notes from his arms and said: "Unexpectedly, Dongyi still hides a lot of power. Fortunately, some people are not very tight-lipped, otherwise we may not know what they have until the war starts."
"Well done."
Alatar praised: "The best spies can only do this."
"What about you, how is your side?" Farodane asked.
"We barely achieved some goals, at least the pace of the army's assembly can be slightly slowed down."
"I know wizards always have some magical methods."
Hearing this, Alatar smiled in an ambiguous way, looking quite gentle.
"Yes, a magical method."
Now there is only one person who has not reported the results of the battle.
The two looked at Levi.
"To be honest, it wasn't very smooth."
Levi said somewhat embarrassedly: "At first I caught up with the messenger's team, but he escaped without my noticing."
"Later I chased him all the way to their pass city. I originally planned to sneak into his room to catch the messenger so that I could interrogate him."
"But the messenger was quite alert. He would look over whenever I made a move. I was frightened several times by his sudden turn of head."
"After several failed attempts to sneak in, I broke the window and went in, and then..."
"He jumped out of the window. Uh, his movements were clumsy. He even tripped over a chair when he stood up, hit his nose, and bled all over the table."
"I thought he might have some mental problems, so I didn't chase him, but I took away everything I could on the desk. There were some opened letters and records of the number of each type of soldiers."
"I think it can't be considered a loss."
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ps. Sorry, from the reading volume, it can be seen that the plot after the map change is not very pleasing. I will add more chapters recently to end this part as soon as possible.
