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Chapter 695 Warg Cavalry
Ashgar threw the wolf on the ground and let it growl threateningly, Bangbang still punched him.

This is a wolf that is bigger and more ferocious than the gray wolf, enough to carry the body of an orc like a horse.

Saruman knew that the orcs had cavalry, that is, real warg cavalry, but that thing was with Sauron in Mordor.

The army on his side has just been established, and the natural system is not perfect. Only a few scouts may use darkness to tame the wolf.

"You lead a team to capture those beasts in the forest, and I will make them surrender."

Saruman stretched out his big hand and grabbed the wolf's head. The power of darkness kept pouring into its body, and a painful roar sounded. Soon the wolf's eyes turned red, and its fangs bared. , Huwu let out a low growl, and his figure was a little bigger.

Although he couldn't perfectly transform tens of thousands of orcs like Zhang Ziyu, he could still tame them by corroding the beasts with the power of darkness.

You know, no matter what, he is still a Maya in essence, a god in a sub-universe, even the most inferior god.

Ashgar used his dagger to break free the rope that bound the warg, and the tall warg stood up immediately, looking fierce, but he dared not attack the orc.

He scratched the head of the wolf in satisfaction, and said in a rough voice: "Thank you, my lord."

Turn over and sit on the wolf, and then quickly rush towards Fangorn Forest, he wants to catch more beasts.

Ashgar named a team of about 2000 warriors among the orcs who felled trees, and then began to hunt those powerful beasts in the Fangorn Forest.

In Middle-earth, primitiveness and magic are the themes of this ancient world, so there are not a few such powerful beasts in Fangorn Forest.

Shaggy boars taller than wargs, unicorns, trolls... these are Ashgar's goals.

The army needs stronger helpers or slaves.

In seven days, a 600-meter-long area at the edge of the Fangorn Forest has disappeared. The empty black soil is exposed, and the tree stumps are ugly and stand alone on the land.

The logging troops are still advancing, and their number is still growing slowly. The nest mother tree is giving birth to a large number of compatriots, and they are replenished with dozens or hundreds of soldiers every day.

The harvest of the hunting team led by Ashgar was no worse than that of the logging troops. Two huge packs of wargs were caught by their designs, with a total of seventy or eighty wargs.

Coupled with successive harvests, the wolf cavalry is already satisfied with a team of a hundred people.

It was with the help of the wolf cavalry that their hunting became smoother. Thirteen trolls, seven long-haired wild boars, and two unicorns were all they had gained.

"Lord Saruman, the animals have all run to the depths of the Fangorn Forest. They continue to chase and have awakened many treants."

The closer you get, the more treants will wake up. Ashgar estimates that it won't be long before all the treants in Fangorn Forest will wake up. At that time, it will not be so easy to deal with.

Saruman frowned slightly, and said, "Take those beasts back and ask their master for instructions."

"obey"

Of course he knew the current situation. Just yesterday, there were more than a dozen treants who had awakened due to felling.

The deforestation troops spent half a day trying to capture or kill them with claw hooks. If this continues, let alone mining in the Misty Mountains, even cutting trees will be impossible.

Ashgar took the order and took the wolf troops back to escort the treants and the beasts.

The team gradually moved away, and Saruman watched them leave with the wand in his hand.

"Only the mighty power of the master can create more creatures."

Saruman murmured softly, though he could corrupt the creatures and turn them into dark helpers.

However, he cannot create more creatures out of thin air, not enough to satisfy such a large army.

Only his own master, the great Dark Lord, can do this, just like creating this group of orcs in front of him.

"Roar!"

However, at this time, in the depths of the forest, a voice of grief and resentment sounded, old but majestic.

"Saruman! You are not worthy of being a white robe!"

An ancient tree man stepped out of the dense forest, his eyes were full of anger, and before him was a devastated land, and many tree stumps that had been felled.

Every tree is Treebeard's friend, has its own whisper and soul, and they have known each other tens of hundreds of years ago.

And now, it's gone.

Treebeard is the leader of the Treants, and now he's going to wage war, drive these damned orcs out, drive Saruman out!
The sound resounded throughout the Fangorn Forest. Among the tall and dense forests, the canopy swayed, as if the entire forest came alive in a trance.

Responding to Treebeard's call, tall treants strode out from the depths of the forest.

They were angry, they roared, and like an army, for the first time in hundreds of thousands of years, they rushed out of Fangorn Forest en masse.

Saruman sneered: "It's finally here, the orcs are assembled!"

"For Essinger!"

"For the master!"

The orcs gathered quickly, and they gathered into a black tide, standing opposite the rushing treants.

This is not some old, weak and remnant soldiers, their high-pitched roar almost overwhelms the screams of Treebeard and the others.

The tree people and the orc troops collided together, without the slightest stagnation or hesitation, they rushed towards each other with all their strength.

The tall treant body is like a tank on the battlefield, a simple collision is completely useless to them.

Even though the dark orcs are almost two meters tall and powerful, they are still small compared to treants who are more than ten meters tall.

They swung their huge branches and palms, knocking the dark orcs into the air, and the spikes even pierced the gaps in the orc's armor.

"Dirty Orc!"

They cursed the orcs, beat them continuously, grabbed them and threw them into the crowd, raised their roots-like feet, and crushed the dark orcs hard.

For a while, the orcs suffered a lot of losses, and the formation of the attack was washed away a lot.

"With grappling hooks and fire!"

The voice of Saruman's order resounded throughout the army, and soon the orcs took advantage of their numbers and tools to start a counterattack.

The thrown hooks landed on the treants one by one, hooking them tightly, and some nimble orcs also began to climb onto the treants to attack.

Saruman raised his staff high, and fireballs flew towards the battlefield.

Flame is the nemesis of tree people, and many tree people were ignited by the flames, and more orcs had already picked up the lit arrows and started shooting.

Treebeard began to suffer a large number of casualties, and Treebeard saw his eyes shattered. He was extremely sad and angry, but he looked at the orcs that kept coming.

It roared: "Retreat to Fangorn Forest, we will stop them there!"

Fangorn Forest is a natural defensive field, and any large army entering it will be blocked and divided by the endless trees.

The power of group combat will be weakened, and individuals as powerful as tree people will have more advantages.

Saruman wants to win them unless he sets the Fangorn Forest on fire, otherwise there is absolutely no way.

"Resistance in the corner."

Saruman sneered, he wouldn't directly ignite it because he needed wood, but that didn't mean he was hesitant to move forward.

"Advance step by step, I will see how they dare to block."

Even if he slowed down, he still wanted to take down the tree man.

The Battle of Fangorn Forest has reached a stalemate.

(End of this chapter)