Chapter 669: The Time Has Come (Additional Update for Those with a Monthly Ticket of 900)
"We've seen each other again!" Zhao Mai hugged the reserve's neck and scratched its chin hard. The dog squinted his eyes, looking like he was enjoying it very much. For more than three days, Zhao Mai looked around the orc settlement. Although he also understood and mastered a lot of the distribution of Mordor's forces, which was a small gain, his whole body was fumigated by the smell of orcs. It might as well be nourished by the food reserves wandering around the periphery.
"All lost weight." Zhao Mai took out the horse meat jerky bought from the market to store food, and watched it devour it. Duchard was sent by him to buy or rob some slaves who knew how to farm, so Xiaohua could show up without fear of being seen.
"Xiaohua, I heard that three time travelers have died in the Doomsday Volcano. The chance is not low." Zhao Mai pinched his chin and said: "Don't you think the difficulty of this competition is a bit high? Someone like Christie Man, under the influence of the will of the world, has almost no chance of winning.”
"Yeah, I'm thinking about this too. The news I got before was that Ilúvatar, the creator god of this world, specially set up this reward competition to avoid trouble. But now it doesn't seem to be the case. , more like a trap." Xiaohua crossed her arms and pouted slightly: "Relying on the so-called power of destiny of the time traveler to ignite the Doomsday Volcano, this looks like an act similar to a sacrifice. Where is such an act? Being able to quell the harassment and troubles of the time traveler organization will only intensify!”
"This trip is very muddy." Zhao Mai nodded and said: "From now on, we must take this competition seriously. If we continue to have the same attitude as a spring outing, we will cause trouble for ourselves. Although we know the general plot of this world , but we can’t completely believe that. After all, there is no time traveler sacrificed to Mount Doom in the plot, so we can’t ensure that the thing is still where we imagined it to be.”
"The Mount of Doom is still the most critical point, but it is not advisable to go there now. It will be safer to wait until the Demonic Eye (that is, Sauron)'s attention is more attracted by the war and the Ringwraith leaves its lair." Zhao Mai rubbed his hands: "Let's get ready to leave now. Go back to the south of Mordor and build up our own strength. This is the basis for victory."
Xiaohua nodded and agreed with Zhao Mai's view. Humans, elves, and dwarves are very powerful, and Sauron is even more powerful. Zhao Mai can defeat everyone, but he cannot defeat everyone by himself.
Besides, Zhao Mai did not come here to conquer the world. Becoming the master of the Supreme Lord of the Rings is the ultimate theme, and it cannot circumvent the threshold of the will of the world. Zhao Mai is extremely careful about any power that may interfere with his spiritual will. Even if he can swallow blue crystals to reach the power level of a god and destroy Sauron's armies and fortresses again and again, if he can't think normally like Christie, he will still lose.
"Hey Zhao Mai, the big orcs are back, followed by a bunch of them, I'll hide them first." Xiaohua disappeared, and Zhao Mai stood up, opened the tent and walked out. They temporarily occupied a tent in a corner of the settlement as a shelter. The previous owner just backed down after seeing the new banner of the Blackfoot of Mordor, but he was smart enough to avoid a beating.
Many orcs from other places gathered in this square, each occupying a tent to live in. Orcs who can grab and occupy things are always relatively stronger, so many orc commanders will come here to recruit troops. Some people also had ideas about Zhao Mai and Duchard, but because they couldn't beat Zhao Mai, no matter how good the idea was, they couldn't be realized. Just a few battles that started quickly and ended quickly have already earned the Blackfoot of Mordor a lot of respect. At least many commanders already knew that Zhao Mai was a strong man.
There are some benefits to being famous. Duchart tied a bunch of slaves with hair cables, mainly goblins and humans. After all, Zhao Mai's requirement was to be able to cultivate the land. Goblins and humans are the best farmers except halflings. But Zhao Mai actually saw a pair of elves in the team!
The two elves were dirty and messy, and the tips of their ears had been cruelly cut off. They were probably being sold as decorations at an orc stall. There is one male and one female among them, but their figures are not very impressive, and they are deliberately concealed, so they look like two male elves. They stayed very low-key in the middle of the team, mingling with the humans in front and behind them.
It is estimated that Duchart did not notice this. When he heard that he was leaving here to go to the south, he had no objections and hurriedly packed food and water for his journey. Zhao Mai inspected these slaves one by one and said: "I am the Blackfoot of Tverdor Mordor. You will all serve me and farm in my place. Anyone who doesn't work hard will die!"
The group of slaves were all very hungry, and they were frightened when they heard that they had to continue on their way. If you stay in a fixed place and work, you are more likely to survive than if you keep traveling. The orcs are both eatable and cruel. If they travel a long distance without allowing slaves to carry food, it means they will starve along the way.
"Master," the male elf said in a hoarse voice, "where are we going?"
"Near the Nurneng Inland Sea, you have a long way to go, haha." Zhao Mai said: "Do you have any opinions?"
"Master, can you give me some time so that I can steal some food on the road?" The elf said: "In addition to taking care of the wheat fields, I also have some small skills. In just a while, I can create good profits for you."
"Want to get attention?" Zhao Mai nodded, stepped forward, grabbed the hair rope and pulled hard. "Go, you don't have much time, come back before my patience runs out. Otherwise..." Zhao Mai pinched the female elf's neck, "I will strangle her to death."
The male elf gasped in horror, tried not to shout, and ran away. Zhao Mai let go of the female elf's neck and snorted softly, which made her heart freeze and her whole body tremble. What will happen to the elves if they fall into the hands of the orcs? There is no other possibility but endless torture. Since after the death of an elf, the soul will return to Valinor to be reshaped, so death is not terrible, but living and suffering is. The culture of elves prevents them from committing suicide, so once they start to be discovered and tortured by orcs, the best way is to anger the orcs and make them kill themselves out of anger in order to find relief.
Is it going to get to that point? The female elf began to pray. Because of her nervousness, her lips moved slightly, which allowed Zhao Mai to recognize a few words, "The Way of Kara" and "Tower of Babel".
Could this be the star elf he taught back then? Zhao Mai remained calm. There were too many people at present to attack the female elf. Besides, he used the image of an orc, so he couldn't win the other party's trust with just a few words. What's more, he didn't know how different the star elves in the origin world were from the competition world.
Casting his gaze into the distance, Zhao Mai saw the male elf with the help of his psychic powers. There is no such thing as a thief. He just took out the hidden gems from a certain part of his body and was using the name of "Blackfoot of Mordor" to exchange for food and water. It seems that this elf is still very smart. He immediately figured out Zhao Mai's identity and figured out how to use it.
Zhao Mai looked at Du Shat, and he guessed that the elf had learned about it from him. This skill was pretty good.