Chapter 207 Baicheng

"Ahem..."

Half a month later.

At the border of Ithilien, a thin figure shuttled through the dense tall grass. He stretched out his hand to push away the obstacles in front of him, and when he was about to move forward, he suddenly stopped.

The smell of blood...

wrong.

A rustling sound was heard all around him, and he quickly squatted down to hide his body.

"I've had enough of this maggoty bread!"

A rude voice came from the left, and three Uruks wrapped in hard armor walked out through the grass, paying no attention to the humans hiding nearby.

The thin figure became alert.

These guys are different from ordinary orcs. They are bigger, stronger, not afraid of sunlight, and their fighting ability is almost comparable to that of humans - although they are still not as strong and tall as a normal adult.

"It's time to find something to eat."

One of them shouted: "I haven't eaten fresh meat for a long time... Fresh human flesh, I'm drooling just thinking about it..."

As he was speaking, suddenly, his nose twitched.

"etc!"

"What's wrong?"

The other two Uruks were stopped by him.

"I smell something..."

Boom! The heartbeat of the people hiding in the bushes stopped and their breathing slowed down.

Exposed? "Over there."

The leading Uruk showed a cruel smile and led the other two towards the ruins of a house.

The people in the bushes breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn’t me. These guys probably discovered some animal.

Bang!

There was a sound of wood splitting, followed by the crying of a child.

"Hahahaha, it's a tender and juicy human cub!"

The three Uruks were ecstatic.

"The arms are too thin, I want thighs!"

"I want his heart."

"I want the brain, his skull can be used as a wine glass..."

They immediately began to distribute it.

"Then it's settled."

One of them raised his butcher knife and was about to swing it down -

Whoosh! A dagger was thrown and stabbed into the neck accurately, and the Uruk fell to the ground on the spot.

"Who is it?"

"Get out here, you damn bastards!"

Ding! An Uruk turned around suddenly and blocked the sword that suddenly attacked.

"It's the stinky ranger!" he roared.

Phew.

He only had time to utter this curse before the sword swung down again, cutting off his head entirely. Without any pause, the ranger immediately attacked the last Uruk and thrust the sword straight into his chest.

However, the Uruk just smiled cruelly, as if it felt no pain, and rushed forward while holding the blade with its hands.

"puff--"

The skinny ranger fell to the ground, his eyes almost popping out, and his whole body was in pain from the collision.

Especially the right rib.

There were already two broken bones there, and this directly caused the old injury to relapse.

Uruk pulled out the sword stuck in his chest and threw it to the ground, then raised the butcher knife and was about to chop off - at this critical moment, the child next to him suddenly rushed over and knocked Uruk off balance.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the ranger immediately grabbed the sword thrown on the ground, took a deep breath, endured the pain and quickly got up, and chopped with all his strength, thus ending Uruk's life.

Finally, he sat on the ground, panting heavily, and rested for a long time before standing up.

"child."

He waved and called to the children next to him.

The child immediately ran over and looked at his savior worriedly.

"Where are your family members?"

"They are all dead. They were all killed by the orcs." The boy said numbly.

The ranger lowered his head in silence, made a prayer gesture, then looked at the boy and said, "Come with me, I will take you to a safe town, and you must grow up healthily."

The boy nodded and suddenly asked, "Are you a ranger?"

"Ranger..."

This issue seems particularly acute.

"No, I don't deserve it. I'm just an ordinary person."

"A despicable man."

He picked up the blood-stained dagger on the ground, and as the boy's gaze gradually changed from confusion to fear, he scratched his face bit by bit until no one could recognize him anymore.

Click.

The dagger fell to the ground.

The man dressed as a ranger touched the boy's head and said in a hoarse voice: "My child, remember, we... no, you are a glorious citizen of Gondor. When you grow up, you must be loyal to your country and never waver."

“Since we grow up on this land, we must remember its blessings.”

The boy trembled and nodded somewhat blankly.

Two figures, one big and one small, left the ruins and walked towards the interior of Gondor.

…

Minas Tirith (White City) - the capital of Gondor.

Five low-key rangers and a conspicuous black-armored warrior passed the inspection at the city gate and entered the city smoothly.

The rangers were very low-key and dressed quite simply, but no matter how low-key they were, this was Gondor after all, the capital of Gondor, and the residents would not be so low-key as to not recognize their own troops.

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Facing the gazes of so many residents, Kane felt a little embarrassed.

As a ranger who was used to lurking in the dark, he had long been accustomed to seclusion, and was a little uncomfortable being stared at by so many people all of a sudden.

Crisp footsteps sounded on the stone-paved road, and a little girl ran over quickly and handed a bouquet of flowers to Kane who was walking in front.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you too, kid."

Kane smiled and accepted the flowers.

“Whenever I see a well-behaved child like you, I know that everything we do is worth it.”

The little girl ran back happily and told her family about her joy.

Levi said with emotion: "It seems that you are quite popular."

"Mordor has long persecuted the people of Gondor."

"Many people in the White City have retreated from Ithilien, including the child just now and me. Our homeland was destroyed and filled with Uruks from Mordor. In order to survive, we had no choice but to leave."

"Then, blood for blood."

The Ithilien Commandos, as their name suggests, are composed entirely of former residents of the Ithilien region.

There was not much conversation along the way. Levi looked at the city curiously without lowering his head.

It's so... magnificent! I'm itching to try it.

The group walked all the way to a corner in the inner city, where Kane and the other four team members said goodbye to Levi for the time being:

"Let's stop here. We have to make some reports to the Prime Minister."

"If you're free, we can have a drink afterwards. It's my treat."

After a final salute to Levi, Kane led his team away, climbed up the inner city steps, and headed straight for the White Palace located at the highest point of the White City.

After seeing off the five commandos, Levi had nothing to do, so he simply wandered around the various levels of White City, visiting various scenery.

During this time, countless eyes lingered on him.

"Is it him?"

"I've heard the rumor about that great lord, the guardian of the north, the nemesis of evil..."

"It is exactly as described in the legend, but is it really him? Has he come to Gondor?"

Rumors began to spread, and Levi's arrival was known to people throughout the city, but no one came forward to talk to him or give him a warm welcome.

A figure from legend who could slay dragons and take the lives of tens of thousands of orcs and wargs was truly awe-inspiring.

It takes a lot of courage to talk to such a person.

A strong man who has experienced blood and fire and has truly fought his way to success through real strength is fundamentally different from those who rely on public opinion to deceive the public and become prominent.

The latter may be welcomed, and some may give him flowers and applause - but people will not have much awe in their hearts, and most of the things he relies on are false and will break at the slightest touch.

There is an essential difference between the two.

Levi didn't pay much attention to the gazes around him. He could only say that he had gotten used to it over the years. It was the same wherever he went.

When he climbed up another staircase and reached the upper level, Levi looked around and saw a large garden with neatly trimmed vegetation and flowers of various colors blooming.

At the entrance, there were two Gondor soldiers with white goose feathers on their helmets guarding.

"Can I go in and take a look?"

"It is forbidden here..."

The soldier turned his head and looked at Levi, and the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.

This is not someone I can control.

“…No noise allowed, please keep quiet as much as possible.”

"Thanks."

Levi smiled politely.

After he went in, the two soldiers continued to stand guard at the door as if nothing had happened.

Since the map was changed, the number of readers has basically dropped, and the recommendations have stopped. I guess there won’t be any good recommendations in the future, or there won’t be any at all. The data for this book is likely to be like this, but I can finally put aside everything else and concentrate on polishing the plot.

Anyway, the data has collapsed and I am now in a fearless state, but don’t worry, the story of this book will be complete and will not end perfunctorily.

Lord of the Rings and MC are both very important to me. I will finish them even if there is no profit. They even take priority over my other work.

(End of this chapter)