People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

The sun had just set and the sky was still blue-grey.

The bonfire illuminated the faces of the dwarves red, and Mr. Baggins was preparing food. Hobbits are natural gourmets, but unfortunately, there were not many people present who could taste his craftsmanship.

Moreover, when eating under the gaze of a group of hungry dwarves with blue eyes, no matter how good the food is, it becomes tasteless and even scary.

"I haven't eaten for several days." Shalin collapsed on the ground: "I'm so hungry! I suspect I'm going to starve to death."

"It would be nice if we could starve to death, but we can't die at all." Sharda, who had the same hair color as her, was also listless.

After the initial novelty, the dwarves finally began to feel the pain of the curse.

"I really can't imagine that Tang Sen has been cursed since the first time we met." Shalin sighed: "He didn't show it at all. Isn't he hungry?"

"Just get used to it." Tang Sen's voice came from the side: "Think of something else to divert your attention."

"Give me your big baby to play with for a while?" Shalin turned over and said, "Only mithril can relieve my pain!"

"Unless there are enemies." Tang Sen said.

"You can't even see a bird in this misty mountain range! Isn't it said that there are Oaks everywhere here!" Shalin wailed: "Aren't those Oaks hiding from us?"

"The last battle has frightened the Oaks." Thorin said solemnly: "It is not strange that they avoid us."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hobbit next to him shuddered and glanced at the eerie mountains: "Do you smell anything?"

"What does it smell like?" asked the dwarves who lost their sense of smell due to the curse.

"The stench—" the hobbit slapped his nose in front of his nose: "and the coldness."

Everyone suddenly became quiet.

Then, everyone could hear the crackling sound of burning firewood, as well as the shadowy footsteps.

"Enemy attack!" Thorin stood up suddenly and quickly picked up his weapon.

The top of Gandalf's staff glowed brightly. At that moment, everyone finally saw clearly that in the shadow in the distance, there were densely packed Orcs. At the forefront of those Orcs, there was a pale man who looked taller than the other Orcs. A giant Oak that is several times taller.

They have been sneaking in the shadows for a long time. If it weren't for the hobbit's nose, they might not be discovered until they were touched close.

"It's the Pale Oak! Azog!"

Balin shouted.

As long as you are a dwarf in Durin, you will never forget the terrifying giant Orc. It is a foreign race among the Orcs. It is naturally taller than humans. It brutally killed Thorin's grandfather Thror and took his The head was cut off and Azog's name was engraved in dwarven script, thus initiating the War of Moria.

In that battle, Azog, the pale Oak, was almost invincible, causing the dwarves to retreat step by step. Finally, Thorin stood up bravely and faced the Orc directly. With his shield knocked away, he picked up a piece of oak. As a shield, he successfully cut off Azog's arm and won the war.

This is where the name Oakenshield comes from.

"We all thought it had lost too much blood and died!" Balin glanced at Thorin. Thorin's face was gloomy and he held the weapon in his hand tightly: "It seems that it survived by luck."

"Aren't the Oaks frightened out of their wits?" cried Mr. Baggins in horror. "I can't see the slightest trace of fear on their faces."

No one had the intention to reply to the hobbit's words, and the dwarves quickly formed a battle formation with Thorin as a sharp knife.

But the Orcs didn't seem to have the intention of charging forward immediately. They just approached slowly, and Tang Sen could hear them communicating in obscure Mordor language.

"It's them, those weird dwarves!"

"Surround them, don't let them escape!"

The dwarves could not understand the language of Mordor, but they could see the situation clearly.

"They must have something to rely on." Thorin said solemnly to Tang Sen: "Azog has not appeared for many years. Since it dares to appear in front of me, it must be prepared."

"However, although there are many Orcs here, there are not many Wargs. If there are Orcs among them who have experienced the battle in front of the Troll Woodland, they will know that they cannot stop us."

"The purpose of the Oaks is not to defeat us." Gandalf kept holding the glowing staff, but his eyes were not on the Oaks, but looked towards the darkness further away.

"They're just trying to hold us back."

"I can feel the aura of evil, an aura far more evil than Oak."

The sky has completely darkened, and the moon rises from the west, hiding behind the clouds, revealing only a faint halo.

"No matter what comes, just smash them and that's it!" There was no fear on Shalin's face, she was even excited. She stretched out her hand towards Tang Sen: "Quick! Take it out!"

Tang Sen took out the mithril hammer.

And the light of the staff in Gandalf's hand suddenly dimmed a little, as if there was a real darkness pressing over him.

"What appears next may not be something that can be smashed."

"Nazgûl——"

The wizard suddenly chanted a hoarse word: "Emperors who fell into the underworld."

"Are you talking about the Ringwraiths?!" Thorin was horrified: "How is that possible? After the defeat of the Kingdom of Angmar, all the Ringwraiths, including the Witch King of Angmar, have retreated to Mordor. How could they appear here? ?”

The Ringwraiths, or Nazgûl, are a terrifying existence. They were once kings or heroes of mankind and were given nine human Lord of the Rings. However, under the control of the Supreme Lord of the Rings held by Sauron, Next, they were corrupted and became Sauron's loyal minions.

They lost their physical bodies and walked in the netherworld from then on. Ordinary people could not see their bodies, let alone harm them.

Their natural fear was enough to make ordinary people tremble and make their horses run away. Tang Sen could see that the poor hobbit's face had begun to turn pale, and he had already sensed the realm of the Nazgul.

"Since they appear here, it must be because there is something they are interested in here." Gandalf stared at Tangson: "A strange immortal curse!"

"To be precise, it's not the Ringwraiths who are interested, but their masters." Tang Sen said.

"Is this also part of your plan? Traveler?" Gandalf asked.

"Maybe it will come a little faster than I thought." Tang Sen did not deny Gandalf's speculation, but said:

"Wizard, are you afraid?"