Chapter 320 The Sneaky Guy
"I really don't know what's so noteworthy about that short and weak race."
Inside the tower of Orthanc, Saruman took off his grey hood, announcing the end of this expedition.
"Why on earth does Gandalf always go that way?"
He sat back in his seat, lost in thought.
Indeed, the white-robed wizard always showed disdain and contempt for Gandalf in almost every situation.
But only he himself knew that it was not really contempt, but more of jealousy and vigilance.
Although he didn't care on the surface, old Saruman was secretly thinking and studying carefully every word of Gandalf, trying to figure out something from it.
"There is a grey wizard who often visits the Shire."
—When the spies were gathering information in the Bree area, they often heard this sentence.
This couldn't help but make Saruman feel a little nervous.
Since he did not have much trust in his subordinates, mainly because he felt that their vision and ability to observe things were not as good as his, he even ran out of the tower and went around the Shire himself.
But the results were disappointing.
There was nothing special over there, nothing worth paying attention to.
Well, except that the pipe weed was of the same high quality as always.
Saruman lit his pipe and smoked it comfortably. Soon the pipe was filled with smoke.
When he was satisfied, he waved his hand again to disperse the smoke.
Then he sat back at his desk and continued his research.
"Oak."
"Short, ugly, weak, lazy, impatient, and unfaithful."
In most of the wars where the Orcs were the victors, they won by outnumbering the enemy by several times. Their average quality was not strong, and a teenager with courage and caution could kill two of them.
“But there are also redeeming qualities.”
war.
This race was created just for war, and they have unexpected talents in war.
And because of the instability of the Orcs as a race, they are easily transformed.
This includes the genetic level.
Saruman narrowed his eyes and could not help lighting his pipe again.
The Orcs active in Dunlân, the Ruins of Eregion, and the Ened region have been forced by Levi to surrender to him, exchanging their loyalty for protection.
But they are still too weak. This race as a whole is too weak to accomplish anything.
"Uruk..."
He suddenly remembered this relatively strong new species that Soran had cultivated using Orc as a basic sample.
Admittedly, Uruk was not that strong. Their average quality was still weaker than that of humans. They were slightly shorter and less powerful than humans.
But the problem is that this race grows very fast. They are born at the same time, and when human children still have thin arms and legs, they have already started running around on the battlefield.
This has great potential.
"If Soran can cultivate it, I can too."
Saruman looked up.
"I will breed a stronger species, a bigger and stronger Uruk, and let Sauron see who is stronger."
"Oh, when Mordor is conquered, everyone will look up to me, no matter if it's Gandalf or that violent maniac..."
"I will prove that I am stronger than all of you."
"I need power...power..."
In 2990, at the instruction of Saruman, Isengard secretly established an underground breeding ground, which contained not only Orcs, but also some Goblins captured from the Misty Mountains.
Holding a sharp black cane, Saruman wandered around the dark underground breeding ground, forcing the Orcs to conduct various experiments.
Neither the Orcs nor the Goblins could resist Saruman.
Not to mention his brainwashing magic sound, just talking about pure strength, he can defeat a group of Orcs alone.
As for the attitude of the Oaks...
What can one think of this race that doesn't even mind eating its own kind when hungry? After all, it's not them who are being captured for experiments.
Sometimes if the experiment fails, you can still get some meat to eat.
However, even so, some orcs still escaped because they were afraid of becoming experimental materials.
Saruman simply sneered at these Orcs and ordered them to be captured back.
"If you like to escape, then I will help you."
His robes were stained with some dirty blood.
But after a period of research, the wise white-robed wizard soon discovered something wrong.
"Simply breeding and hybridization is not enough to produce a strong species."
So he waved his cane and began to use magic to interfere with the process, catalyzing it further.
In the dark breeding ground, Saruman stood half in the light and half in the shadow.
The cultivation of a new batch of Oaks continues.
And Saruman turned and left, returning to the tower with a frown on his face.
After using magic for catalysis, he suddenly realized a problem.
The nature of Oaks is always chaotic.
Even if he cultivated a new and stronger orc race, that new race would not be loyal to him just because he was their creator. On the contrary, if he was not strong enough, they might be trampled under their feet.
It's all back again.
Strength... this thing still cannot be neglected.
There was a pile of old book pages on Saruman's desk.
——Those are some secret materials left by the Noldor elves from the destroyed County of Holly (Eregion), many of which are of great research value.
Especially the content about forging the [Ring of Strength].
No one knows how he obtained this information.
…
“But then again.”
At the roadside castle, after a year, Gandalf met Levi again, and the two chatted about something.
"This time when I went to the Shire, I went to visit the descendants of old Tuke. It was gratifying that the Tuke family had a newborn this year. He should be the great-great-grandson of old Tuke. Let me think, what is his name..."
"Oh, yes, his name is Peregrine Tooke, or Pippin, or whatever, that's what his parents usually call him."
"That's a really good thing."
Levi smiled, and then asked meaningfully: "How do you feel about this newborn?"
When Gandalf heard this question, he curled his lips.
"I don't really want to say bad things about a baby, but his hands were not very honest. When I got close to him, he pulled my beard hard. I really couldn't understand how a baby who was born not long ago could have so much strength..."
"I'm sure he'll be a naughty fellow when he grows up."
Old Gandalf shook his head.
Levi couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from rising.
"Well...naughty, yes, quite naughty."
"Forgive him, Gandalf, and don't be angry with a child who knows nothing."
"Of course I'm not angry."
Gandalf took a sip from the teacup, paused, and said:
"I think being naughty is a good thing. I shouldn't have told you that Bilbo used a wooden sword to spank me when we were little, but I never took it seriously."
"Yeah." Levi nodded in conviction.
I didn’t care, I didn’t care that you still remembered this matter for almost a hundred years.
"From that moment on, I felt that Bilbo, the little hobbit, was very special and he left a deep impression on me."
"That's why I thought of him and chose him first when the Erebor Expedition was launched. Now it seems that my vision and intuition are still correct."
"I have to admit that." Levi agreed.
The chat did not last long, and Gandalf did not stay long.
After seeing Gandalf off, Levi stretched and picked up a new report to take a look.
This sight made him look energetic.
The rangers discovered a host of Orcs in the region south of Dunland and north of Eregion.
Judging from the current influence of the Water City and the intensity of surrounding security, it is almost at the gate of the territory.
but…
"Dealt with by a group of dark barbarians?"
If I remember correctly, the Dunlage people are currently allies of Saruman, and there was news some time ago that the leader of the Dunlage seemed to have sworn allegiance to Saruman.
This guy is so kind that he can take the initiative to help deal with Oak?
This is so rare.
(End of this chapter)
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