I Have a Monster Farm

Gandalf got instructions from the gods, but when Zhang Ziyu and Death didn't expose themselves on purpose, even Iluvita didn't notice any difference in the darkness this time.

He just sent a more powerful Gandalf to the Middle-earth Continent to guide the creatures on the continent to fight against the forces of darkness. This is also his responsibility as Maia.

Of course Gandalf felt that it was his duty to do so, but now he actually didn't know what kind of evil forces he would face.

A group of people took Pippin and Merry directly to the country of Rohan, preparing to gather soldiers to fight against Isengard's "Saruman".

At the same time, on Essinger's side, the greatly changed Saruman was holding a pitch-black staff and a long sword at his waist, half kneeling in front of Zhang Ziyu.

"Master, we need to attack Fangorn Forest, where we have the wood we need. Only with more vigorous flames can we forge more weapons."

Saruman has been eroded by the power of darkness. Although he retains his original will now, he has completely become a servant loyal to Zhang Ziyu.

"How many dark orcs are there now?"

"With the gift of the master, there are 20,000 dark orcs in Essinger, and they can all take up arms and fight."

Saruman is full of confidence. He used to be a white-robed wizard and now a black-robed wizard. He will definitely help his master take Middle-earth.

As for Sauron in Mordor, it will be a stepping stone sooner or later.

Zhang Ziyu gave the order: "Let's go, but I want a few living treants. You should be able to do this, right?"

"The master's will is everything to me."

Saruman got up to leave, and then strode out the door. He wanted to conquer the world for Zhang Ziyu with his wand and sword.

"Dark orcs gather!"

Outside the Isinger Tower, Saruman conveyed the order to the orcs, and the horn sounded throughout the entire Isinger Tower camp.

The orc army started to run immediately like a whole steel machine, with the sound of neatly rubbing armor, mixed with the low growls of the orcs, a powerful army assembled under the high tower.

"10,000 people are responsible for attacking, and 10,000 people are responsible for cutting down trees. When they see those tree people, they will all be captured."

"Obey!"

The army set off in mighty form, and Zhang Ziyu appeared on the tower, looking at the orderly and mighty orc army, it was quite interesting.

The music sounded, and the laws of the world were activated. The huge cosmic projection behind him was gradually growing, and it was faintly visible that a planet like Arda was gradually taking shape and becoming bigger.

Death is not here, she spreads her power gradually in the whole world, feels the power of death here, gathers the concepts and rules of death here.

As she said, it's a nice world, and it helps her too.

At the edge of the Fangorn Forest, a large number of orc troops came here. With the sound of the horn, groups of tall dark orcs started to do business with bald heads. The axes slashed at the ancient trees, and the sound spread to the forest.

Saruman sits in the center of the army, holding his long staff in his hand, watching the hard-working orc troops.

The cutting efficiency of the huge and powerful army is very fast. Under the felling and pulling, the old trees made a creaking "wailing" and then fell to the ground.

Other orcs with axes continued to follow, cut off the branches, then split the trunk, and transported the firewood back to the Isinger Rift Valley Arsenal.

"There should be coal mines in Fangorn Forest."

The western part of Fangorn Forest, that is, the side next to Isinger, is located on the southern section of the Misty Mountains, and there are rich ores under the mountains. It was in the northern part of the mountains a long time ago, and it was the largest city of the dwarves, Ka Zadum, where they dug countless ores.

Of course Saruman knew that these wood alone could not support the construction of hundreds of thousands or even millions of military equipment.

Only ore, the kind of burning stone, can better forge weapons.

Even though the black smoke from burning stones was unpleasant and harmful, as an industrial pioneer, Saruman didn't think it was a problem.

"Grab it, don't let it mess you up."

The loud shout interrupted Saruman's thinking, and he looked in the direction of the sound with his dark eyes.

At a felling frontline 500 meters away, a tall tree man about ten meters tall appeared there. More precisely, it was woken up from a deep sleep by the sound of felling, and then became furious.

The ancient trees are not necessarily tree people, but they are all friends who have accompanied him for hundreds of years.

"How dare you cut down Fangorn forest trees?!"

The Treant angrily beat the orc into the air with his big branch-like hands, and with his huge tree-rooted feet, he wanted to crush the orc to the ground.

Its speed was not fast, but its tall body and huge strength still disrupted the movements of the surrounding orcs, causing no small danger.

Saruman snorted coldly: "Catch them alive with claw hooks."

He raised the pitch-black staff high in his hand, and the power of pitch-black darkness condensed into a rope and flew towards the tree man, binding one of the tree man's palms at once.

The tree man pulled violently, but remained motionless, staggering slightly.

With Saruman's demonstration, the orcs soon surrounded him, and hit the tree man with the claw hook from a distance, hooking its old tree trunk.

The intertwined branches and the slightly twisted trunk made the claws trap it more firmly.

The chains stretched straight, and the treants were struggling, but taller orcs took over the chains, one after another, and there were at least seven or eight orcs on a claw chain.

"pull!"

They exerted their strength together, and under the powerful wrestling, the tree man couldn't hold on anymore, and was directly pulled to the ground.

More orcs rushed up immediately, jumped on its branches, jumped on its body, the awl hit its torso, and the chains were wrapped around the branches and awl.

The first treant was tied up in this way, and then the extra branches were cut off, regardless of its pain, and then dragged towards the Isinger Tower more conveniently.

The war has begun.

As the orc troop cut down gradually, they encountered more and more awakened treants.

Saruman stopped doing it himself, and the orcs skillfully threw their claws at their bodies.

Fights broke out from time to time.

In the battle, the tree people will also injure or even kill the orcs.

But what is this?

Orcs are creatures that are not afraid of death, especially the corrupted dark orcs.

Fighting makes them crazy, and the mother tree will continuously give birth to their compatriots.

The treants were bound one by one, and then dragged away along with the wood, leaving long dragging marks on the pitch-black ground.

Beside these ugly traces, there are even more ugly tree stumps with messy traces of knives and axes.

The felling is still going on, and the edge of Fangorn Forest is being eroded by orcs. Saruman is very satisfied with the current progress, and he should be able to enter the Misty Mountains in a few days.

boom boom boom

A tall orc came to Saruman carrying a black giant wolf nearly three meters in length, and bowed his head in salute.

"Ashger, what's the matter?"

"Lord Saruman, we need mounts, we need monsters to pull goods, and the tree people need more power to pull."