Chapter 320 The Sneaky Guy

"I really don't know what's so noteworthy about that short and weak race."

In the tower of Orthanc, Saruman took off his gray hood and announced the end of this exploration.

"Why does Gandalf always go there?"

He sat back in his seat and fell into deep thought.

It is true that the white-robed wizard showed disdain for Gandalf in almost any occasion, looking down on him.

But only he knew that this was not really contempt, but more of jealousy and vigilance.

Although he didn't care on the surface, old Saruman was thinking and studying every word of Gandalf behind his back, trying to figure out something from it.

"There is a gray-robed wizard who often visits the Shire."

-When the spies were collecting information in the Bree area, they often heard this sentence.

This made Saruman a little palpitating.

Because he didn't trust his subordinates so much, mainly because he felt that his subordinates' vision and ability to observe things were not as good as his, he even ran out of the tower and went to the Shire for a few rounds in person.

But the result was disappointing.

There was nothing special there, and nothing worth paying attention to.

Well, except that the tobacco was of good quality as always.

Saruman lit up his pipe and smoked it comfortably. After a while, it was full of smoke.

When he was satisfied, he waved his hand to disperse the smoke.

Then he sat down at the desk again and continued his research.

"Oc."

"Short, ugly, weak, lazy, impatient, and disloyal."

In most wars where the Orcs were the winners, they won with a number advantage that was several times greater than the enemy. Their average quality was not strong. A teenager could kill two of them if he was brave and careful.

"But there are also good points."

War.

This race was created because of war, and they have unexpected talents in war.

And because of the instability of the Orc race, they are very easy to be transformed.

This also includes the genetic level.

Saruman narrowed his eyes and couldn't help lighting up his pipe again.

The Orcs active in Dunlân, Eregion Ruins and Ened Region have been forced by Levi to surrender to him, exchanging 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 Sauron cultivated based on the Orcs.

Admittedly, Uruk is not that strong. Their average quality is still weaker than that of humans. They are slightly shorter and weaker than humans.

But the problem is that this race grows very fast. They are born at the same time. When human children's arms and legs are still thin and weak, they have already started running around on the battlefield.

This is very potential.

"If Sauron can cultivate it, I can do it too."

Saruman raised his head.

"I want to breed a stronger species, a bigger and stronger Uruk, so that Sauron can see who is stronger."

"Hehe, when Mordor is conquered, everyone will look up to me, whether it's Gandalf or that violent maniac..."

"I will prove that I am stronger than all of you."

"I need power...power..."

In 2990, under the instruction of Saruman, Isengard secretly established an underground breeding ground, which not only contained Orcs, but also some Goblins captured from the Misty Mountains.

Holding a sharp black cane, Saruman wandered around in the dark underground breeding ground, forcing the Orcs to conduct various experiments.

And whether it was Orcs or Goblins, they could not resist Saruman at all.

Let alone his brainwashing magic voice, even if it was pure power alone, he could suppress a group of Orcs.

As for the attitude of the Orcs...

What can this race that doesn't even mind eating its own kind when hungry think about? Anyway, it's not them who were captured for experiments.

Sometimes, if the experiment fails, you can still get some meat to eat.

But even so, there are still some Orcs who escape because they are afraid of becoming experimental materials.

For these Orcs, Saruman just sneered and asked people to catch them back.

"If you like to escape, then I will help you."

His robe was stained with some dirty blood.

But after a period of research, the wise white-robed wizard soon found something wrong.

"Simple reproduction and hybridization are not enough to cultivate a powerful species."

So he waved his cane and began to use magic to interfere with the process and catalyze it further.

In the dark breeding field, Saruman stood half in the light and half in the shadow.

The breeding of a new batch of Orcs continued.

And Saruman turned and left, returned to the tower, and frowned slightly.

After using magic for catalysis, he suddenly realized a problem.

The nature of Orcs 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, he might be trampled under their feet.

Everything is back.

No mistakes, no mistakes, no mistakes, no mistakes!

Strength... This thing cannot be left behind.

There are a lot of old pages on Saruman's desk.

——These are some secret materials left by the Noldor elves from the destroyed Hollyshire (Eregion), many of which are of great research value.

Especially the content about the forging of the [Ring of Power].

No one knows how he obtained these materials.

…

"But then again."

In 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 Took. It was gratifying that the Took family had a newborn this year. He should be the great-great-grandson of old Took. Let me think, what is his name..."

"Oh, yes, his name is Peregrin Took, or 'Pippin', well, this name is more convenient, and his parents usually call him that."

"That's a good thing."

Levi smiled, and then asked meaningfully: "How do you feel about this newborn?"

When he heard this question, Gandalf curled his lips immediately.

"I don't really want to say bad things about a baby, but his hands are not very honest. When I approached him, he pulled my beard hard. I really can't understand how a baby who was born not long ago can have such great strength..."

"I dare to conclude that he will be a naughty guy when he grows up."

Old Gandalf shook his head.

Levi's mouth corners couldn't help but rise.

"Well...naughty, yes, quite naughty."

"Forgive him, Gandalf, don't be angry with a child who knows nothing."

"Of course I'm not angry."

Gandalf took a sip of the teacup, slowed down, and said:

"In my opinion, being naughty is a good thing. I shouldn't have told you that Bilbo used a wooden sword to hit my butt when he was a child, and I didn't care about it."

"Yeah, that's right." Levi nodded convincedly.

I didn't care. You can still remember this for almost a hundred years.

"From that time 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 didn't last long, and Gandalf didn't stay for long.

After seeing Gandalf off, Levi stretched and picked up a new report to take a look.

This look made him look energetic.

The rangers found a group of orcs in the area south of Dunlodge and north of Eregion.

Judging from the current influence of the Water City and the intensity of the surrounding alert, this is almost running to the gate of the territory.

But...

"Dealt by a group of Dunlodge people?"

If I remember correctly, the Dunlodge people are currently allies with Saruman, and there was news some time ago that the leader of Dunlodge seemed to have sworn allegiance to Saruman.

This guy is so kind that he can even take the initiative to help deal with Oak?

This is so strange.