A motorcycle journey through the worlds

Chapter 124 Let the bullets fly for a while

Suddenly, the old king's eyes focused on a figure in the crowd, and a kind smile suddenly appeared on Theoden's face.

"Is that you? Xiyoude, I was just worried about your safety. Now that I can see you, I finally feel relieved."

The people around the king followed Theoden's gaze and saw the missing prince standing there. The joy in everyone's hearts increased to another level.

In the minds of the most loyal and capable ministers, now that the curse on the king has been lifted and the prince has returned, as long as the emerging force "Temple of the Sea" in Edolas City is dealt with, the country's recovery is just around the corner.

At this moment, the corners of Lin Yu's mouth suddenly curled up slightly and he smiled gently.

Isengard, this magical holy land is known to almost everyone in Middle-earth. But it is not a country, but just a private territory belonging to Saruman, the most powerful white-robed wizard in Middle-earth.

Not long ago, when Saruman was the president of the White Council, this land was lush and vibrant, with only one building, a magical tower with the same name as the land - "Isengard". However, now it has completely changed.

The lush forests were completely cut down, and even the adjacent Fangorn Forest was burned to a scorched earth. The green and vibrant land was replaced by raging flames, hot lava, cold steel, and densely packed ugly and terrifying orcs.

The white-robed wizard Saruman, with his tremendous magical power and endless wisdom, transformed the entire Isengard into an orc military fortress in less than a month.

The magic tower where he lives echoes the dark tower located under the Mordor Doomsday Volcano. The alliance of the two towers is like an eternal nightmare that hangs over the hearts of all races on the continent.

With the magic tower as the center, Saruman ordered the orcs to build a circular wall with a radius of 3,000 meters. The area inside the wall was burned to scorched earth, and Saruman used his incredibly powerful magic to tear the surface directly, creating seven earth fissures in the wall that led directly to the underground lava river. Thousands of orc craftsmen built underground fortifications based on these earth fissures, creating weapons and armor factories with a simple and rough style, but extremely amazing production capacity, and orc hatcheries that were carefully modified by Saruman. At this moment, Isengard is like a fast-running industrial city.

Although these functional institutions can be described as "arsenals" and "incubators", if you look at them with your own eyes, they are nothing more than some caves where Orc craftsmen are busy working, and muddy ponds where Orcs are constantly being dug out from the ground.

As the most perfect type of soldier on the continent "at present", the Uruk-Octos have many advantages besides their extremely ugly appearance and dirty and disgusting habits.

The combat power of a newly born Uruk-Octos warrior is at least equivalent to that of two or three ordinary human infantrymen. Moreover, they can fight continuously without any logistical supplies.

In addition, the requirements of the Uruk-Octos for weapons and equipment are so low that they can be ignored. The armor and helmet only need to be thick and strong enough, and there is no need for decorative patterns, design styles, polishing, or even the metal burrs on the corners to be processed. As for weapons, all they need is a large and heavy iron sword, and the Uruk-Octos craftsmen can just hammer it a few times to create a slope similar to a sharp blade on one side of the iron sheet.

Such weapons and equipment, let alone the elf warriors who pursue beauty and art, even humans, even those mountain bandits, robbers, and wild barbarians, can hardly tolerate the roughness of these "junk equipment". But the Uruk-Octos can. Not only that, these Uruk-Octos armors are three times thicker than human armors, these "iron swords" are comparable to the thickness and weight of dwarf battle axes, these inferior equipments that others look down upon, but they make the Uruk-Octos become extremely terrible warriors. Moreover, the time spent on producing one hundred sets of Uruk-Octos armor is only enough to produce ten sets of human standard armor, or one set of light armor for elves' archers. If not, Saruman would not have been able to build a military fortress and form a huge army in such a short time.

However, the master of this terrible army, the white-robed wizard Saruman, who was feared by everyone on the continent, was now covering his forehead with his hands, screaming miserably and rolling on the ground in pain...

"Damn it~~~! That man, is his name 'Lin Yu'? He, he actually dared to destroy my soul clone. I, I, Saruman swear on the honor of the white wizard that I must catch him and curse him, making him struggle and wail in pain for a thousand years, no, ten thousand years, before I will completely destroy his soul."

While uttering vicious curses, Saruman stood up with difficulty, leaning on his cane. Then, he raised his arm, and silently, several orc servants hiding outside the door were instantly shot in the head and died tragically. How could the great white-robed wizard Saruman be seen in such a miserable state by these lowly creatures, and then spread the news.

Saruman was in a very bad mood at this time. Gandalf the Grey, the wizard whom he had imprisoned and whom he respected and feared, escaped from his hands with the help of Gwyneth, the leader of the Giant Eagles.

It must be those damn elves who are causing trouble, because only the most powerful Elf King can seek help from the Giant Eagle Clan, which is at the top of the sixth-order magical creatures.

In fact, this is nothing. What really makes Saruman furious is that his plan to overthrow Rohan, which he had worked so hard to arrange, was destroyed by that bastard of unknown origin. Not only that, even one of his soul clones was buried in Lin Yu's hands. The reason why he felt so painful just now was because his soul was hurt. And it is not easy to recover from this kind of injury.

Saruman endured the headache, leaned on his magic wand, and came to the observation deck of the magic tower of Isengard step by step. Looking down, he saw thousands of orcs gathered there. At the same time, he asked someone to find Huang Bao and arranged for him to lead the orc army.

Unlike their rough appearance, the Uruk-Octos are a very disciplined race and always maintain a strong fighting spirit.

The ugly but strong soldiers were arranged in dozens of neat square formations of thousands of people, each with their chests and heads held high, full of energy. Although the weapons and armor in their hands were crude, they exuded a strong bloody murderous intent. Combined with the sad and melodious sound of the horn, a strong murderous aura rose into the sky, even the sun in the sky was obscured and dimmed.