"We can't cross the river from here, the water flows too fast and too deep. At least we need a rope to shoot the opposite tree for protection to avoid being washed away by the water." Grofindale looked at the fresh and clear orc footprints by the river and said to Zhao Mai: "No, the enemies here appear too frequently, we don't have enough time...What are you doing?"

"Of course I'm building a bridge. Shouldn't you all cross the river like this?" Zhao Mai knelt on one knee by the river, put his hands on the ground, muttering words. The frost spreads out from his palm, about one meter wide, and extends forward and upward. Zhao Mai stood up and stepped on the ice bridge. Every step left a depression, like a step. The frost kept shooting out from his palm and sprayed onto the arch bridge, so the bridge continued to extend forward. "Don't stand there, keep up!"

Grofindale shook his head: "No wonder I'm looking for this place. It turns out that I'm interested in the narrowest river here!"

The elves walked up on Zhao Mai's footprints, and immediately felt the ice swelling and drilled straight from the soles of their feet. Fortunately, the bridge was not long, and the elves' movements were light and fast, and they ran over before frostbite. Zhao Mai put away the power of the ice, waved his fists, and shattered the ice bridge to pieces.

"The water will wash away most of the body, and the rest will melt, and no one can tell." Zhao Mai glanced at Xiaohua, and raised her finger and pointed to the front of the left. "Let's go, it's safe over there. Let's leave the river bank quickly."

The elves took a last look at the small piece of ice that was still undulating with the water, and almost immediately began to run wildly. They had measured the Enide area on their own legs, and now they would start measuring the Aisinger again.

In the memory of the elves, Aisinger represents peace. Under Saruman's management, there is no need for villages and towns to guard here, only lush and continuous forests are enough. But now, the woods have almost been ruined by orcs, and most of them have been cut into materials for rafts or simply made into canoes. There are traces of setting fires in many places, and the charred seeps into the soil. Only after another four seasons can they return to their original color.

The elves marched with sorrow. Slowly, when they threw the river behind them and could no longer hear the sound of water flowing, they finally saw the dense forest again. Although it was winter, there were still some greens here that could adjust the elves' eyes. Evergreen trees such as pine and cypress are not as tall as those growing in the north, and they gave the elves spiritual comfort.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. The Rohan Pass was right in front of it, and the bare ridge reappeared and extended eastward. This is the northern end of the white mountain range, and now it looks like a gray or yellow mountain range. They avoid the eye-catching ridges and try to choose the back slope of the valley to move forward, so as to use the terrain to block the reconnaissance of strong orcs.

Zhao Mai suddenly stopped while running, clenched his fist with his right hand. The other elves were confused, but Grofindell sensed it. A will from the north locked them, and the power of magic spread around them and pressed down. Zhao Mai snorted disdainfully, the insect heart ring blocked Saruman's detection, and the lieutenant of the genital crystal ball would only show endless mist without revealing their location. However, they were too close to Saruman's nest. If Saruman calmed down, he would find that the interval between the casting of his spell was very short from the beginning to the blockage, which might reveal some information.

Nothing can be perfect, but most things will have certain tolerance, and redouble their efforts can improve the tolerance level. The elves gritted their teeth, and no one wanted to make mistakes at this critical moment. They dared not wait, as long as Tverdo thought that they could pass ahead, they would not stop.

Everyone knew in their hearts that having the opportunity to pass now does not mean that it would be fine in the future. The opportunity is fleeting, and no one wants to find medicine for regret after failing. Especially when they can see the footprints of orcs nearby, the scars left on the excessively soft mud after cutting down trees, they all knew in their hearts how urgent the situation was.

They always kept the ridge or hill between them and Aisinger, so as to block the peeping eyes from over there. However, for this reason, they only heard the orcs rumbling drums and the thunderous footsteps. Grofindell wanted to reconnaise, and Zhao Mai directly told him the answer: "Saruman's army is moving, and the direction is to go west. A great possibility will be to search our traces and then attack south into Gondor."

"But it may also go north and attack Rivendell." Grovindell said.

"From a strategic perspective, Grovindale is too far away. At present, there is no meaning to attack there. It is far less than attacking Gondor and piercing this human kingdom from behind. Or turning back to attack Rohan and completely conquering this horse kingdom. If Saruman attacks Rivendale, there is only one reason: he was so angry that he was so angry."

“Ellonde has a ring of breath in his hands,” Grofindale said. “So, Saruman attacked Rivendale, in addition to anger, may also be due to greed.”

"What you said makes sense. But let's continue to move forward," Zhao Mai said, "Thank you for believing in my tactics and coming here from me thousands of miles away. We have passed the most dangerous pass, and the day before, we will go down from the mountain, diagonally northward, and head straight for the Fagon Forest. We will find reinforcements, and we will definitely defeat Saruman. At that time, no matter how many troops he has, the initiative will come back to our hands."

After they finally crossed the hills of the pass, the sun began to set. According to the latest investigation results of Xiaohua, the group immediately changed direction, jumped out of the mountains in advance, and began to walk on the plains. The elves' backs had been bent down, and their elegant postures and calm rhythms were gone. Who could keep this when they were exhausted? If Zhao Mai had not sent down the God Berry fruit, these elves would have died due to physical exhaustion. This terrible long-distance raid became one of the most painful memories of these immortal elves.

"Don't stop, don't stop, we have been persisting for a long time, we will continue to persevere!" Grofindale lowered his voice to encourage everyone. They were lucky enough to encounter a full moon night, the ground under their feet was clearly visible, and the horizon in the distance was also. The elves looked into the distance and wanted to see the appearance of Osankta in the west. However, what they could see were only red lights and black smoke swaying in the light.

"Saruman is still building his evil army, we can't let him succeed." Grofindale said: "Hurry, hurry! The Fargon Forest is right ahead."

After another whole day, Zhao Mai resisted Saruman's detection again. When the moonlight shone on everyone's shoulders again, a ball of black mist appeared in front of everyone. The elves drew out their weapons, and then they were surprised to find that the "enemy" they were facing was just a dense forest.
Chapter completed!