Chapter 179 Peaceful Alert

The battle lasted for several days.

The entire Orc town was searched thoroughly inside and out, and most of the goblins were wiped out. Only a few escaped and headed north, either heading towards Gundabad or lurking in the mountains.

In any case, it can be expected that their footprints will become rare, and there will no longer be any need to worry about goblins nearby coming out to harm people.

The combined forces of the valley achieved miraculous results on their first expedition, in all aspects, especially in the speed of their expedition and march, which almost broke the record in Middle-earth.

You have to know that this army doesn't even have mounts.

“No one was left inside.”

Looking at the soldiers carrying out boxes of spoils, Bud seemed a little dazed.

"I never knew you had this talent."

He asked, "How do you remember all the routes in there so clearly?"

“Maybe this is talent.”

Levi said shamelessly: "As long as it is a road I have walked, I will never forget it."

"Coincidentally, I have walked here once before. I wandered around underground for a long time to hunt down the Goblin King, so I have a deep impression of this place."

"All right."

Bud accepted this.

People are always three-dimensional. When you look at them from a different angle, you may find something different.

"What are you going to do with the spoils?"

Looking at the various treasures and precious jewelry piled up like mountains on the road, Bud asked.

"You can do whatever you want with it."

Levi walked over, searched around, and picked up one of the silver plates.

It says "Made in the Valley" on it.

"How could they have such a thing? Did they steal it from the elves' hometown?"

Hearing this, the dwarves who had just been celebrating suddenly fell silent, looked away and whistled.

The corner of Thorin's mouth twitched.

"cough."

He coughed, getting their attention.

"If you are willing, I would like to buy all the tableware, candlesticks and various decorations with the Valley logo."

"oh?"

Bard asked curiously, "What does the Dwarf King of Lonely Mountain want these elves' things for?"

"I want to return them to the spirits of Rivendell."

This sentence really made Bud stunned for several seconds.

Did I hear correctly? The dwarf took the initiative to send something to the elf? "How strange..."

He walked over and greeted Thorin, saying: "As a king among dwarves, I sincerely admire your magnanimity."

Thorin looked at him and nodded slowly, accepting the compliment without any modesty.

"I got it by my own ability..."

One of the dwarves muttered something and was immediately kicked by another.

So he shut his mouth.

"No thanks."

Levi smiled and waved his hand, saying, "If you think so, just take it. We don't lack such things. Besides, you also contributed to the attack on the Orc Town. This is what you deserve."

After getting Levi's permission, Thorin immediately turned around and said to the dwarves behind him expressionlessly:

"You must recognize the things from Rivendell, right?"

"Find it yourself."

Several dwarves suddenly felt as if a cold wind was blowing behind them.

"We'll go right away!"

The dwarves began to rummage around.

Gimli looked at his uncles and scratched his head in confusion.

"They are so knowledgeable, they know everything about elves."

Thorin sighed, patted the dwarf on the shoulder, and said, "Remember to be an honest dwarf, Gimli, and don't pick up things that don't belong to you."

Although he didn't know what was going on, this was the king's personal instruction after all, so Gimli patted his chest excitedly and said, "I swear, I will!"

The army returned triumphantly with a rich harvest.

The soldiers forced themselves to look stern and solemnly retreated back into the city, where they were greeted by the residents' cheers.

The town was unprecedentedly bustling on this day, with celebrations and laughter everywhere. The day was bustling with activity, and the lights were still on at night. Even the dwarves from Lonely Mountain heard the news and came to celebrate with the residents of the two towns.

"Are they back?"

In the conference hall of Erebor, Balin, who was handling affairs on behalf of the king, suddenly stopped what he was doing. He pricked up his ears and listened attentively to the movement outside.

After a moment, the work at hand was slammed on the table, and Balin stood up and walked out.

He shouted angrily: "Why didn't anyone inform me!"

The gray beard trembled violently.

Some are happy and some are sad.

Minas Morgul is a magic cave directly controlled by the Ringwraiths, located hundreds of miles east of the White City, the capital of Gondor.

The Witch King looked towards the north, and the darkness within him seemed somewhat restless.

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Through the bat's sight, a sturdy viaduct that was at least a hundred meters wide was exposed.

It just hangs in the sky, crossing all obstacles and possible threats, connecting directly from Lake Town to the Orc Town in the Misty Mountains.

That elite human army, using this road that was obviously not yet completed, actually crossed such a long distance in just a few days. The speed of assembly and marching was truly too terrifying.

"My Lord, the latest news is that the Orc Town no longer exists."

An Oak came to report in fear.

"I see."

A harsh sound came from the armor.

The Witch King paced back and forth in the hall, looking quite uneasy.

The threat posed by that road, which hasn't been built yet, is too great.

Once completed, it will connect the northern region with the east and west, and then it will be a solid iron wall that no one can invade.

The possibility of the revival of the Kingdom of Angmar will also be directly cut off by this path.

For this kind of thing, either destroy it or take possession of it.

only…

Recalling the last scene transmitted by the bat, the arrow in the cave - especially the person who shot that arrow.

It seems unrealistic to achieve either of these.

Are we just going to sit back and do nothing?

no.

If you can't do anything on the east side of the mountain range, try the west side.

Although Angmar had long been lost, there were still some Orcs and mountain men lurking in that dark land. There were also a large number of trolls in the Ettenmoors close to Angmar. These forces, together with the wights in the barrows, could barely form an army, but...

There are more hostile forces in that place, including Linton, Rivendell, Nomads, and nearby humans and hobbits...

It's not a wise thing to do.

Just as I was feeling troubled, a figure appeared in front of me.

It's another Ringwraith.

"The master knows what is in your mind."

He said: "Don't act rashly, just lie low for now."

"I see."

The Witch King nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a lot less stressed.

Now the pressure shifted to Soran.

Beneath the dark earth of Mordor, flames leaped.

…

"What is that?"

In the wilderness area east of the Misty Mountains and west of Mirkwood, relatively close to Dol Guldur, Gandalf took a quick glance and saw a thin figure.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the rather unique-looking little creature for a long time.

"A creature I've never seen before."

"Forget it, it's nothing to worry about."

(End of this chapter)