"What are you called, Zera one? This name is not good, I call you Zera to.? ? ? "Zhao Mai laughed strangely, and a kind of inexplicable smugness mixed in this laughter. "In the future, if you tell me your name, use Zeratu, I will look for you whenever I call Zeratu."

The situation was stronger than that of a human, so the elf had to agree. Now he had a deeper understanding of what the black foot of the Mordor represented. When he hit the punch as fast as lightning, he could only barely see a shadow. Not to mention the skills of the longbow, the strength and degree are indeed amazing. Some of the elfs can reach the same level in one aspect, and they can already be called a strong master, but it is extremely rare to reach both at the same time.

But there is one thing he couldn't understand. He looked at Zhao Mai's bow for a long time, and always felt that it was just an ordinary orc weapon, and nothing special. After all, archery is not throwing a javelin. The first thing that arrows need to be supported by the bowstring and the explosive power. Without breaking the bowstring, the power of the arrow has an upper limit. The two arrows before searching for two oscillators did not look like the power of an orc bow.

He told his sister about this situation, and she also had the same view. "There are such strong guys among the orcs, which is a serious threat to both elves and humans. The skills he used when shooting archery are unprecedented. He must not be taught to other orcs, otherwise the elves will have no advantage."

"You mean you have to find a way to get rid of him?"

"As sooner or later, but it certainly cannot be now." The female elf pointed to the hellhound following Zhao Mai: "I can feel that the creature is very alert and it is difficult to find a chance to start. Don't show obvious hostility around it, and continue to cover it up with fear, otherwise it will definitely be a big deal. And we have to arrive in the south first. There are relatively few orcs near the Inner Sea of ​​Nunn, which is more suitable for our actions."

Zeratu nodded, and his sister's ideas were always clear and correct. A group of people were performing tasks in Mordor, becoming more and more immersed in the pleasure of eliminating orcs. They gradually forgot about the task, and only the sister kept alert. If it weren't for her reminder and persistence, she would not have given up the trap action that caused all the others to die.

Mordor's dark power makes everyone prefer the feeling of fighting, killing, deceiving and mastering everything, and slowly corrodes people's hearts. Even the star elf who focuses on self-progress and self-criticism, regards self-reflection and mutual learning as creeds. Zeratu lowered his head and pushed the cart hard. The fatigue in his body is nothing. It is very important to eat along the way, and it is even more important to have a clear mind to organize his thoughts.

"Do you say we can still complete the task and find the lost Maiya?" he said to his sister in a low voice, but the problem was covered by the squeaking axle and the heavy breathing of others, and no one except him heard it.

The first generation of dark demon king Milkor was exiled to the void. After that, the gods (Vera) decided to send five second-class gods (Mayah) to assist the creatures of Middle Earth 6 to continue the process of creation and play a great movement. The five Mayahs were both instructors and learners. They were voluntarily sealed most of their powers, including almost all their memories of Verinor, and set foot on this land with the friendship and love of the gods for the creatures of Middle Earth.

They were called wizards, wise men (izard), and came in two groups, wearing white robes (Sarumman), blue robes (Arata and Parando), gray robes (Gandalff) and brown robes (Ridagast). After coming to Middle Earth, Saruman and two blue robes decided to set off together for the distant East adventure. A long time later, only Saruman came back alive. He did not mention anything about what he had in the East, and no one knew the ending of the two blue robes.

The star elves observe the stars in the sky, looking for the astral path to the truth, and accidentally obtained a prophecy. The disappearing Maiya will return, recreate the truth with the missing elf king, and end the suffering of the world. The star elves interpreted it as two blue robe mages who might return from the east and unreachable secrets of the distant mysterious land. So they sent three teams of ten to the eastern border to greet them, and his ten teams of ten are responsible for the most dangerous southeast direction, namely Mordor.

He began to despair about this task, but he was able to persevere because he shared his sister's hope. The current situation is very bad, just like the big cart they were pushing, which seemed to fall apart at any time, and every meter of the form on the road seemed to be breathing. If the car was dispersed, they could only carry food on their shoulders and hands, which greatly reduced the amount of transportation. They couldn't walk much, either exhausted or starved to death.

"Stop and rest." Zhao Mai waved his hand and pointed to a big rock standing on the side of the road. "I see that the shadow is good, so I push the car there!"

Dushat pulled the front of the car with his hand, and the slave behind pushed it hard, moved the car away from the road and moved it to the side. It was strange that as soon as the car heard it, he heard the howls of wolves in the distance, mixed with the shouts of other creatures.

It is quite dangerous to encounter wolves in the wilderness, especially for these slaves. Even if everyone defeated the wolves and saved their food, wounds would inevitably be left in the fight, and this wound was the source of death. Zeratu pricked up his ears and listened from the sound, judging from the front, crossing the road from right to left. Within a few miles, the only cover was the big stones around him, and there was no blocking in other places.

The wind direction changed, and the wolves were at a disadvantage, which was not conducive to the group covering up the smell. Zeratu secretly glanced at Zhao Mai, and saw that he narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his fingers shook. A strange thing happened, and the wind direction immediately turned completely, and the wolves became the upper wind position, and they were almost impossible for them to smell the smell of the group.

At this moment of wind, there was a pleasant smell of body and mind, which made him feel like he had returned to the woodland and back to the sparkling lake. How could Mordor have this fresh air rich in vitality? He doubted whether he had hallucinations?

"Shut up if you don't want to die." Zhao Mai said: "Whoever leads the wolf here will feed it to the wolf! Don't be idle for a group of idiots, start eating, and you will have to go on the road later! Remember not to stutter!"

And he sat on the big stone and had nothing to eat, his eyes staring at the wolf pack in the distance. At that moment, the elf brother and sister no longer felt that Black Foot was a slave owner, but a trustworthy sentinel, who was doing his duty to take care of and protect them.

The star elves do not pursue art like other elves, but pursue the truth hidden under the fog. The two of them looked at each other and knew that their intentions had reached each other's heart. Then they bit the meat pie in small mouthfuls and continued to observe Zhao Mai in secret.
Chapter completed!