Sword and Magic and Taxi

Zeratul secretly returned to the Blackfoot settlement. In order not to attract attention, he buried his weapons, armor, and the pride of all the elves in the mud. He caught a poisonous bee and stabbed his face, causing a red bubble to appear on his face, then put on a slave-like rag clothes, put an iron chain on his wrist, and covered his head with a hood, but it just showed that the orcs did not want it. Approaching his face, followed the caravan back to the settlement.

This place is very different from when he left. The scale has been expanded four times, and the arena in it has expanded more than six times. The huge circular Colosseum that can accommodate 30,000 spectators is now the entire Mordor-except for the Evil Black Tower (where Sauron is located), the most popular place for orcs.

The blackfoot flag of Tverdo Mordor was flying high, but it was a little different from the past. Under the **** feet, the original red blood marsh was replaced with yellow-brown soil, and three mushrooms grew. The special product of Legion Mushroom has become the strongest capital for orcs to rule Blackfoot. There is no orc settlement in Mordor that does not need Legion luncheon meat bread. This kind of food that can fill the stomach without decay, and also has a meaty taste, has become a necessity for the orc army to go out to fight, and even because of its stable quality, it gradually has the function of "equivalent".

But what comes naturally is trouble. Many orcs certainly wanted to own the Legion Mushroom, so they took various actions against Blackfoot himself and his settlement. These actions have been thwarted, but it is said that Blackfoot has also suffered a lot of damage. He has been recuperating in the tower for a long time, and he has handed over the big and small affairs to Darryl, the "crossbow demon".

At the same time, all the transplanting of Legionnella mushrooms ended in failure. At present, only Blackfoot knows how to expand the production of Legion mushrooms, so no orcs will trouble him anymore.

Zeratul didn't believe in any fatal and crippling injuries that Blackfoot could suffer. That guy's fighting power is unfathomable, all this must be some kind of conspiracy. Tverdo Mordor’s Blackfoot is one of the most dangerous people Zeratul has ever seen. His ambition is certainly not small, and this ambition will kill everyone around him, but there must be no one among them. Sister Thrandis.

After entering the city, he moved in the direction of the blackfoot tower, where it remained, and nothing changed. Compared to the tall arena, the tower is now small, shabby and old, and there is no sunshine all day long. A large lazy dog ​​was lying at the door, four orc guards standing guard, and six orc soldiers constantly patrolling the tower. There is definitely no hope for rushing forward.

So Zeratul lurked in a market opposite the tower, waiting to see if his sister would show up, and if it didn't help, he had to observe the changing of the guard at the tower day and night. He looked for a barbecue stall and guarded the trash can so that it would neither be an eye-catcher nor noticeable.

"Have you heard that I found another underground ruin. It was still robbed by Blackfoot, and he had to be divided. Why do you think he is so powerful and can always grab a good place?" Two orcs came to him. In front of the barbecue stall, I ordered four lizards, and then one of them said while waiting for the meat to be cooked. "How many spies do you think he needs to be outside?"

"Idiot, first you have to call him the blackfoot leader of Mordor, and then the question is very simple, because he is the blackfoot of Mordor, and Lord Dark Lord gave him this title, so he can find these other people's footprints. I haven't been to a place before." Another orc plausibly continued to urge the goblin of the barbecue to speed up. "But he is also good enough, so new ruins can be found in the east."

"The ruins are good, especially the elite weapons of humans and dwarves, and armors are even more good things! If you find any treasure that contributes to the high lord, you can get rewards and more fighter clubs. Have you heard that,? And the orcs found the entire Legion Mushroom, so they received a lot of rewards from Blackfoot, a whole set of fire steel armor!"

"It's the leader of Mordor Blackfoot. He lives in the tower on that side. You have to pay attention."

"Hmph, worrying about him is better than worrying about the rebels in the east! There are goblins taking in the escaped slaves and raising dire wolves in the east to fight back! Blackfoot doesn't do very well in other things, but only builds supplies next to the ruins. It’s really good to stand on this one. It also takes care of collecting dire wolves and fugitive slaves. This is also a very profitable thing."

"Hush, where did you hear about the mess, where are the goblins and slaves?" The orc was obviously more careful, lowered his voice and said, "To the east are the new recruits of Lord Demon Lord, the barbarians riding mammoths and More trolls. By the way, there are also the pirates in the south. I want to say, eat quickly, go to the new ruins and grab some good weapons after eating. I heard that we are going to attack again, this time the goal It's a dwarf from the north..."

"Really? That's great! I don't ask for anything else, a machete that can cut through the thick armor of the dwarf is enough."

"A machete is not as good as a heavy hammer. The heavier the better." The orc looked at the muscles on his arm and said, "But it can't be too heavy."

There was something chatting between the two orcs, and Zeratul didn't catch it very clearly. His attention turned to the tower, and Thrandis had forgotten what was around him. She was still dressed in the past, with no change at all. Short hair, always dirty face, men's clothes. Seradis carried a wooden barrel with barbecue steaks without any condiments.

The reserve grain smelled of food~www.NovelMTL.com~ immediately stood up and leaned in front of Serendis. It licked the hand of the female elf, then bit the barrel and took it, poured the food in front of it, and then ate it by itself.

"Are you still not letting me feed you?" Cerrandis picked up the barrel and reached out to touch the head of the reserve. The dog made a "snoring" sound from his throat to express his impatience. Thrandis smiled slightly, stood up and was about to go back.

A familiar whistle reached her ears, causing her to pause. The reserve grain also raised his head, looking around vigilantly. Zeratul quickly lowered his head and reached into the trash can, pretending to look through. The reserve grain looked around, no one was hostile, so it continued to enjoy the big meal. And Thrandis had already entered the tower at this time.

She waited for a long time, until it was dark, and then left the tower by dumping the garbage. According to the past agreement, she came to the tunnel of the underground fortress, turned to the right, and found Zeratul in the shadow of the corner.

"Have you completed the task?" Thrandis asked.

"Yes, I have completed our mission, you leave here with me!" Zeratul said.