Chapter 699 How to Deal with Sister Control
"You let me go? I know very well that you want me to work for you, but why don't you let my sister go too?" Zeratul curled his lips and shook his head slightly: "I am only with my sister. Only when you are awake can you complete the task more clearly, which is more beneficial to you.”
"Well, I don't need to be 'more' beneficial, as long as it's beneficial." Zhao Mai will not be easily persuaded. "Come with me, don't say I'm letting you die outside."
"What do you mean?" Zeratul was a little confused, but he still followed Zhao into his tower. Now Zhao Mai has two residences, one is in the underground fortress, where he sleeps every night and keeps an eye on Gulu. The other one is the tower, which was lucky enough to have escaped the violent demolition by the ghouls and is still standing in the settlement. As the tallest building here, if it cannot be controlled, it means the decline of power. The civilization of the orcs is not very developed, but there are a lot of rules.
During the day, Zhao Mai spends most of his time in the tower. After all, there is a carpet neural network that extends underground, which allows him to have a clearer understanding of the development below. But Zeratul was called here not to see the creep, but to give him the weapons and armor that Zhao Mai had just made.
Two elf swords with silver-white blades and hilts, one long and one short, are used together. Although the style is that of an elf, there are no gorgeous gems to match it. Apart from simple anti-slip textures, there are only a few words written on the spine between the two handles.
"What is this? It looks like it's Quenya Elvish, but I don't recognize it? What a beautiful font..."
It was the language of Valar, the language of the gods in the world of Arda. Its simplified form evolved and was the predecessor of the Elvish language of Quenya. Only the earliest Valar and Maia knew this language, and a handful of early elves learned it. But it is not easy to recite and use this language. The power contained in it is very mysterious.
Zhao Mai didn't understand the relationship between words and power in the past, but now he understands it very clearly. Language, writing, customs and rules are all manifestations of the will of the world, and are actually a kind of curse. It's just that in different worlds, the power and expression of the world's will triggered by the curse are different. A good poem can move people, a piece of music can resonate, and a sonorous word can make a nation move forward. This is definitely much more powerful and magical than "Avada Kedavra".
The Vera language engraved on the spine of the sword is "eternal change" and "endless life", which are Zhao Mai's pity and admonition for the elves to fall into silence because of eternal life. "There's also a longbow, but it doesn't have elven arrows, so you can either use the orcs' or make your own."
It is an elven-style short bow, still without decoration, except for the three words "waste not" in the Valar language. Zhao Mai conveniently threw away an orc-style quiver, which contained thirty black orc arrows, which were really ugly compared with the elven weapons.
"By the way, you also have elf armor and a cloak. You will definitely attract attention when you wear it. You will probably be killed before you can go far. What do you think?" Zhao Mai smiled sideways, obviously with bad intentions.
"I'll just cover it with mud so that it doesn't look like it's an elven armor. It's better than staying here with you!" Zeratul couldn't put it down for these weapons. Each one is a fine product, light, sharp, strong, and conveniently. "Only an elf master can make such magical weapons. They will not be without names in history. Where did you get them?"
"Picked up casually." Zhao Mai said: "They must have no name, but I can't tell for sure in the future. The prestige of the weapon is set off by the combat deeds of the user. Look at my machete, although the workmanship is worse than this one. It's far away, but it can also be called the 'Dire Wolf and Ghoul Killer Blade'. Okay, you can set off at any time when you are ready, I have told you everything I know."
"Looking for the collapsed Elf White Tower in the southwest of Gorgoroth Plains, I have remembered this." Zeratul looked at Zhao Mai, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, and then said: "If you are an orc, Then you are a very strange orc."
"Oh my God, what else are you going to do? Compose me a poem?" Zhao Mai snorted and regained his ferocious look: "Go away, Elf, remember your sister is still in my hands! Do it for me if you don't want to." If you don’t work, your sister will end up miserable.”
"Got it." Zeratul took the elf breastplate from Zhao Mai and looked at the words "Looking for light in the darkness" written on it. Zeratul couldn't understand Valar anyway, he just wanted these armors and weapons to be useful.
After bidding farewell to his sister, Zeratul can embark on the journey and continue to complete the mission of the Star Elves. Zhao Mai squinted his eyes and observed secretly, and found that the power of light entangled in Thrandis had weakened, transferred to Zeratul, and continued to strengthen. It seems that it is not just people who choose which path to take, but the path also chooses people. The unarmed Zeratul is definitely not as good as the fully armed Zeratul, and the latter obviously attracts more attention from the will of the world.
This is also helpful for improving Zhao Mai's understanding of the will of the world, but it also means that Thrandis's life has become more fragile. So Zhao Mai arranged for her to take care of the food reserves. Everyone in the settlement knew that the Blackfoot Commander should not be messed with, followed by his dog, and then Daryl. Reserve food can not only actually improve Thrandis's status in the settlement, but also greatly improve her safety.
Now is the time to send Zeratul to the northern regions of Mordor. With the first phase of Sauron's plan to attack from Mordor successfully completed, the fully loaded orc warriors brought much-needed food, livestock, slaves and weapons to Mordor. Now, they returned from the north to the south and began to use these spoils to increase the numbers and strength of the orcs. Therefore, the situation in northern Mordor is less tense, and there are more and more areas to move around. Sauron needs time, and he also needs enough orcs to fill the gaps in Mordor, but before that time, he will be unbearable and try to fill the gaps in the world with his evil power.
Therefore, it is now a process of migration from north to south. Many new settlements have been formed around Zhao Mai, especially in the east that has been "cleansed" by the ghoul army. Dozens of large and small orc gathering points have begun. See scale. Zhao Mai took the opportunity to provide them with legion luncheon meat bread in exchange for grain seeds and some livestock, and sometimes some old and weak slaves as foils. These old and weak people cannot complete the heavy work of other orcs, but they can work in Zhao Mai's "bread factory". This can be regarded as finding a way for them to survive.
But rumors soon arose that the Blackfoot tribe used the meat of slaves to make legion bread, and eating it would weaken the orcs' combat effectiveness. This rumor is baseless and cannot be traced back to its source. But Zhao Mai knew very well where its source was.
The blessing of the world's will in him is constantly weakening, and he is only at the level of a centurion. This is the root of everything.