Sword and Magic and Taxi

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"There is no way to cross the river from here, the current is too fast and too deep. From the beginning of this article, we at least need a rope shot to the tree on the opposite side for protection to avoid being washed away by the water." Grofindale looked at the fresh and clear orcs by the river. Footprints, said to Zhao Mai: "No, enemies here appear too frequently, we don't have enough time... What are you doing?"

"Of course it's building a bridge. Shouldn't you always cross the river like this?" Zhao Mai knelt on one knee by the river, put his hands on the ground, muttering words. The frost spread out from the palm of the palm, about a meter wide, presenting an arch extending forward and upward. Zhao Mai stood up and stepped on the ice bridge, leaving a depression at each step, like a step. Frost shot continuously from the palm of his hand and sprayed onto the arch bridge, so the bridge continued to extend forward. "Don't froze, keep up!"

Grofindale shook his head: "No wonder I was looking for this place. It turned out to be the narrowest river here!"

The elves stepped on Zhao Mai's footprints, and immediately felt the ice biting, and drilled straight into their hearts from the soles of their feet. Fortunately, the bridge was not long, and the elf's movements were light and fast, and ran over before frostbite occurred. Zhao Mai put away the ice power, raised his fist, and shattered the ice bridge.

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

The elves finally glanced at the small pieces of ice floating with the waves, and almost immediately began to run wildly. They have already measured the Ened area with their own legs, and now they will start to measure Isinger again.

In the memory of the elves, Isinger represents tranquility. Under Saruman's management, there is no need for villages and towns to be stationed here, only lush and rolling woods are enough. But now, the woods have been ruined by the orcs, and most of them have been chopped into materials for rafts, or simply made into canoes. There are still traces of arson in many places, and the charred black seeps into the soil, and only after another four seasons can it return to its original color.

The elves marched with sadness, and slowly, when they left the river behind and could no longer hear the sound of the water, they finally saw the dense woods again. Although it is winter, there is still some green here that can adjust the eyes of the elves. Evergreen trees such as pines and cypresses are not as tall as those grown in the north, but they give the spirits the same comfort.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, the Luohan Pass was just ahead, and the bare ridge reappeared, extending straight to the east. This is the northern end of the white mountain range, which now looks like a gray mountain or yellow mountain. They avoid the eye-catching ridges and try their best to choose the reverse **** of the valley to travel, so as to use the terrain to block the detection of the strong orcs.

Zhao Mai stopped suddenly while running, clenched his right hand and raised it. The other elves were unknown, but Gröfindale felt. The will from the north locked them, and the power of magic filled and suppressed them. Zhao Mai snorted disdainfully, the Worm Heart Ring blocked Saruman's detection, and the endless fog would only appear in the crystal ball without revealing their location. However, they are too close to Saruman's lair. If Saruman calms down, he will find that the interval between his spells being cast and blocked is very short, which may reveal some information.

Nothing can be perfect, but most things will be fault-tolerant, and working harder can also improve fault tolerance. The elves gritted their teeth, no one wanted to make mistakes at this critical time. They didn't dare to wait, as long as Tverdo thought that the front could pass, they would not stop.

Everyone understands in their hearts that having a chance to pass now does not mean that it will do in the future. The time is fleeting, and no one wants to find regret after failure. Especially when they could see the footprints of the nearby orcs, the scars left on the overly soft mud after cutting down the trees, they knew how urgent the situation was.

They always kept the ridge or hill between themselves and Isengard, so as to block the prying eyes from there. But for this reason, they just heard the rumbling drums of the orcs and the sound of footsteps. Grofindale wanted to spy, and Zhao Mai directly told him the answer: "Saruman’s army has moved, and the direction is west. The high probability will be to search for us, then attack south and enter Gang Duo."

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

"From a strategic point of view, Grofindale is too far away. There is no point in attacking there now. It is far better to attack Gondor and pierce this human kingdom from behind. Or turn around to attack Rohan and completely conquer this immediate kingdom. Saruman attacked Rivendell, there was only one reason: he was stunned by anger."

"Elrond has the ring of anger in his hand," Grofindale said. "So Saruman attacked Rivendell, not only because of anger, but also because of greed."

"What you said makes sense. But let's move on," Zhao Mai said, "Thank you for believing in my tactics and for coming here with me all the way. We have passed through the most dangerous pass, and we go forward again. Just go down from the mountain, diagonally north, and head straight to the Fargon Forest. We will find reinforcements, and we will definitely defeat Saruman. At that time, no matter how many troops he has, the initiative will return to our hands."

When they finally crossed the hills of the pass, the sun also began to set. According to the results of Xiaohua's latest investigation, pedestrians immediately changed directions, jumped out of the mountains in advance, and began to walk on the plain. The elves' backs have been bent down, and all the graceful gestures and calm rhythms are gone. Who can maintain this when exhausted? If it weren't for Zhao Mai to drop the fruit of the divine berry, this group of elves would definitely die because of physical failure ~www.NovelMTL.com~ This terrible long-distance raid has become one of the most painful memories of this group of immortal elves.

"Don't stop, don't stop, we've been holding on for a long time, and we will continue to hold on!" Grofindale lowered his voice to encourage everyone. Fortunately, they encountered a full moon night, and the ground under their feet was clearly visible, as was the horizon in the distance. The elves looked far away, wanting to see the appearance of Oshank Tower in the west. However, all they could see was the dots of red light and the black smoke swaying and rising in the light.

"Saruman is still building his evil army, and we can't let him succeed." Griffindale said: "Quick, quick! The Fargon Forest is just ahead."

After another whole day, Zhao Mai once again resisted Saruman's detection. When the moonlight fell on everyone's shoulders again, the black mist appeared in front of everyone. The elves drew their weapons, and then they realized in amazement that the "enemy" they had to face was only a dense forest.

"The elves are going to fight against the trees? This is really an ancient anecdote." Celebrity laughed: "We have finally arrived. This is the Fargon Forest."