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"It turns out that there is still such a grievance between father and these dwarves." Legolas couldn't help muttering after listening to Carl's narration.

The impression Thranduil gave him was always calm, elegant, irresistible, majestic, sacred and inviolable.

But he didn't expect that he would be bullied by the dwarves.

"Then why are you helping these dwarves?" Legolas was puzzled again.

"Hehe, Your Royal Highness, I'm just a poor man, but I don't have a good father like you. Of course I do it to beg for food." Carl laughed.

Of course, half the wealth of the underground city, plus the experience of a dragon, is indeed a delicious meal.

"alright, I got it,"

Legles didn't see Karl's hypocrisy, and he nodded seriously naively, thinking that the ranger in front of him was really an honest and loyal human being.

"You go, I won't make it difficult for you." After that, Legolas paused, and then said, "Of course, the dwarf owes us, and we will definitely get it back. If there is a dispute at that time, I hope you can hide away."

After that, he turned around and left.

He has always been clear about grievances and acts of justice, so naturally...he would not have the heart to let his father suffer such unfair treatment.

...

Watching Legolas leave, Karl couldn't help but nodded slightly:

"This is the model, Sorin, if you were half as good, you wouldn't be so downcast."

Karl's evaluation of Legolas's performance was indeed very high. At least, just because of this unreasonable attitude, Thorin was left behind by countless blocks.

Thorin is such a brash man, he will cry if he talks too much.

Karl turned around and chased after Thorin and the others again.

The lonely mountain is in front of you, just cross the long lake.

However, Karl didn't notice that his leaving figure was... noticed by a beast.

"Is that... Karl?" Under the dark forest, came a dull voice...

...

Ever since he lost sight of Sorin and the others in the Swamp of Har, Azog has been running around looking for them.

After a lot of investigations, he finally found out that Sorin and the others had already passed through the dark forest.

They seem to be preparing to go to the Lonely Mountain.

"Lonely mountain?" Azuoge pondered for a moment, and after a while, his eyes lit up.

He finally understood the purpose of Thorin and his group.

"Stupid dwarves, trying to challenge the dragon's wrath."

Under the lonely mountain, the old remnants of the dwarf kingdom are buried. Sorin went to the lonely mountain to enter the city under the mountain.

Traveling thousands of miles to the city under the mountain, what is Sorin for?

The answer is self-evident, it must be for the wealth there.

But the wealth there is so easy to get, don't forget that there is still a dragon entrenched there.

Thinking about it, Azuoge pondered for a while, then suddenly laughed again, and murmured to himself: "Then I... also go and give you more information."

After finishing speaking, A Zuoge was about to leave, but suddenly received an order.

…

After listening to his subordinate's report, Azuoge couldn't help cursing angrily: "What, damn it, it's just this time."

But there was no way, he had thrown himself into the darkness in order to regain his new life, and now that the darkness was calling him, he had no choice but to follow orders.

Azuoge rushed back to Dol Guldur overnight and met his master.

The black shadows are spreading, and the huge magic power gathers in the barren land, Azuog lowers his head:

"Master, I don't know why you called me back?"

"Azog," a psychedelic voice came from the shadows, "Elves, dwarves, and humans are all gathered in the north now. The time has come. I want you to lead all the Orcs to ambush."

Azuoge, who was still somewhat resentful in his heart, suddenly raised his head, was taken aback for a moment, and then asked in surprise, "Master, do you mean Gushan?"

"Yes... go, while they are... weak."

After all, the shadow disappeared again.

Azuoge was overjoyed, could he finally send troops in an upright manner?

His master finally made a decision, moreover, the target was Lonely Mountain.

Azog left excitedly, and he would gather all the armies, all the Orcs, and go to the Lonely Mountain to kill his old enemy.

This time, there will be absolutely no surprises.

....

Not long after A Zuoge left, behind the stone pillar, a white figure came out.

"Sauron, do you think this guy can lead your army to win this war?" Saruman asked into the air.

"Of course, the elves there are sending troops, the dwarves are also waiting for an opportunity, and those poor humans."

"The little lonely mountain has already begun to become lively. Now, as long as there is a little spark, the war will ignite."

"Just be patient, all that awaits... is the coming reign of darkness."

"Haven't you thought about the consequences of failure?" Saruman asked.

"Hahaha!" The presumptuous laughter suddenly came, "Failure? I never fail, never before, not now, and in the future... it will never happen."

"In this world, the only one who can defeat me... is myself."

Sauron is very confident. Of course, he does have the qualifications to say so.

After all, with his ability, even those gods who claim to be superior are afraid of the existence of three points.

Now, it is just a small elf tribe and dwarf tribe, how can he take it to heart?

Of course, if he waits for his strength to fully recover, it will be even more perfect.

…

"Saruman, when will your companion... come?" Sauron asked suddenly.

"Don't worry, he's on his way, and he won't keep you waiting too long." Saruman glanced at the dark shadow and said expressionlessly.