Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 312: War Begins From This Moment (Happy New Year!!!)
On the North Road of Rohan, tens of thousands of Orc troops lined up and marched north.

This is a scene that has never appeared since the Dark Ages.

The last time was the Battle of Lonely Mountain more than sixty years ago.

Azog sat on a war wolf, looking at the army with its flags flying, with an expression of pride or nostalgia on his face.

Decades ago, he led tens of thousands of orcs to the Lonely Mountain, attempting to seize it, but was then beaten and forced to flee in disgrace by Smaug.

Later, he saw strange changes in Mordor, the collapsed temple, and Sauron, who was completely influenced by some existence and became very strange.

This former demon king often talked to himself and spoke to the air.

One moment he says there's a monster inside him and that one can't believe what he says, and the next moment he says there's a big plan to grant him a glorious evolution.

And he saw those weird and crazy colleagues, who talked about joining the big family of the Most High Heaven and how the glory of the gods overshadowed Ilúvatar.

When Sauron was about to convert him, Azog finally regained his composure and escaped with a group of orcs.

He could not accept that ending and became a puppet of the evil god from outside the domain.

He was Morgoth's servant. Even after Morgoth died, he still respected Ilúvatar and was hostile to the elves, dwarves, and humans. That was a difference in ideology and race.

But he is also a part of the world of Arda and will never go along with those monsters.

He understood that those beings wanted to drag the world into the abyss. Sauron was the first and would definitely not be the last.

After escaping from Mordor, he led the orcs to hide in the Blue Mountains and continued to build underground fortresses. At that time, Gandalf was the only one in the entire continent who kept warning, but everyone regarded him as a madman talking nonsense.

Only Azog firmly believed that Chaos would eventually return. For this reason, he did not plunder the surrounding humans, but kidnapped dwarves to build underground fortresses, forge weapons, store food, and recruit orcs.

During that time, he became a laughing stock in the world. The orcs stopped looting and started farming and mining!

Until the first year of the Dark Ages.

Countless monsters descended from the sky and indiscriminately slaughtered humans, hobbits, elves, dwarves and orcs.

Azog led the orcs in a rebellion in the underground fortress in the Blue Mountains, but he didn't expect that the rebellion would last for sixty years.

"Prophet, are we really going north to Lonely Mountain?" A young and strong orc asked carefully, interrupting Azog's memories.

"That's right. God has given me a revelation. Now is the time to unite all our forces to counterattack those evil bastards." He pointed to the north, and even his hunched body straightened up a lot.

"But will humans and dwarves accept us?" As a new generation that had never seen a dwarf in their life, the young orcs had only heard of the brutal humans and elves from the older generation.

The two sides have been mortal enemies for thousands of years.

Azog was silent for a moment. He couldn't be sure. Thorin had cut off one of his arms, and he also captured Thorin's father and offered him to Sauron.

It is definitely an irreconcilable hatred, but now
All he could say was, "Everything will be alright."

"After all, there aren't many creations of the Valar left on this continent."

Above the sky, a group of people rode on flying brooms, looking down at the marching troops below.

"I never thought that one day we would be fighting in the same trench with the orcs."

Gandalf, who had returned to normal, was wearing a gray robe and had a complicated expression.

However, compared to the chaotic evil creatures, these native dark creatures seem so cute and amiable.

"Azog, he is a good commander." Zheng Zha commented.

Whether it was the tactic of surrounding the center and attacking from all sides in the Battle of Lonely Mountain, or the guerrilla warfare surrounded by the dead in Gondor that lasted for more than 60 years.

All of this shows that he was an extremely intelligent military strategist.

This is exactly the kind of talent the league needs right now.

Gandalf looked towards the Misty Mountains in the north and said: "Now that the Lonely Mountain has been liberated, Mordor will surely go north to destroy the last spark of light."

"This is also our goal." Zheng Zha said, "Only by transferring Sauron's forces to the north will the obstacles for us to enter Mordor be smaller."

Gandalf said, "Fortunately, you have defeated the Dead King. Gondor is now in chaos. In addition, the Misty Mountains have been cleared in advance, so the journey back should be peaceful."

"But I smell something bad. The Lord of Darkness will definitely invest all his sixty years of accumulation into the Lonely Mountain." Gandalf looked towards the east, where dark clouds were gathering.

Zheng Zha nodded: "Indeed, the decisive battle on the continent will take place on Lonely Mountain."

"Can it be stopped there?" Gandalf asked worriedly.

The power of light has weakened to this point. These orcs can no longer control the front battlefield and have to rely on the power of Lonely Mountain itself.

There is no support force left on the entire continent, but the forces of chaos have an endless supply of military power.

This is a war of great disparity.

But it is also a war that must be fought.

"Don't worry, Gandalf, we are still very strong." Zheng Zha was still very confident about Lonely Mountain, after all, Chu Xuan was guarding it.

Moreover, he could immediately take Gandalf back, and Zhuang Boshi could also teleport back at any time.

There are three level fours in front, and he will kill as many people as Sauron brings, unless the Chaos God comes out in person.

Probably not.
If they can die directly, we can only shake the main god to come, otherwise it will be impossible to complete the main task.

Zheng Zha touched his head optimistically.

"How long will it take us to reach the Lonely Mountain?" asked Gandalf.

Zheng Zha glanced at the Lord's Watch and estimated, "If we leave the Orcs behind, it will take at most 90 minutes."

"If we take them with us, it might take nine days."

Nine days?
Gandalf always felt an inexplicable sense of anxiety in his heart, as if something big was about to happen in Lonely Mountain and he had to rush back as soon as possible.

An idea suddenly popped into his mind, and he said naturally: "Although it is very important to return to Lonely Mountain as soon as possible, but we have orcs with us, we can also stop Mordor's army along the way."

"That makes sense." Zheng Zha nodded.

He and Cheng Xiao could fly anyway, so if something really happened in Gushan, they could get there in a short time.

With their speed, it only took them about ten minutes to reach Gushan.

In the distant sky, a strange blue light flashed, like a savage lightning.

The sun gradually set, and as the orcs approached the Misty Mountains, a misty fog began to fill the mountains.

In order to find the way, Azog asked the orcs to hold up torches, and the sparks looked like a giant dragon circling in the mountains.

At some point, rain started to fall from the fog. At first, it was just a drizzle that stuck to the hair and made people feel uncomfortable.

But suddenly, the rain became heavier and heavier, as if the sky was cut open with an axe, and the lake water from the sky poured down.

"Stop!" Azogle ordered the troops to stop. It was impossible to march further at this time.

He wiped the rain off his face, his expression more solemn than ever.

"Prophet, eighty-eight warriors are missing." An orc riding a wolf caught up.

The wolf, which had been obedient and submissive at first, now seemed to have encountered some natural enemy. It was fearful and uneasy, huddled on the ground.

It is normal for some people to fall behind when marching quickly on a rainy night, especially when carrying the elderly, the weak and the sick.

But they can't all be warriors.

The experienced Azog had already realized that something was wrong.

He immediately looked at Zheng Zha, who also had a serious expression on his face. "Zheng Zha, those monsters are targeting us again."

"My suggestion is that the orcs can't go any further and will stay here to contain whatever it is."

"Please leave as soon as possible and head north back to Lonely Mountain."

"No need to waste your precious time on us."

Azog spoke calmly, as if he was not talking about the survival of the last orthodox orc tribe in the world.

Zheng Zha looked at him in surprise: "Why, Azog, we finally have a chance to escape from that desperate situation."

"Orcs will never be a burden to others." Azog showed his broken fangs.

"And don't you see? This attack is meant to disrupt us and prevent us from heading to Lonely Mountain."

"What the enemy attacks, we must protect; what the enemy delays, we must accelerate."

"So, it is the right choice for you to get rid of this burden and leave here."

Azog was indifferent to life and death. More than sixty years of struggling in the abyss of despair had tempered his will as hard as iron and steel.

As a result, every one of the orcs behind him was reborn through this experience, becoming a race with true orc will, rather than vassals of the dark gods. Zheng Zha clenched his fists, and a surge of hot blood echoed in his chest.

At this time, Cheng Xiao came over and whispered, "Zheng Zha, there's something we found up ahead."

"Okay, I'll go with you to take a look." Zheng Zha took a deep breath, then patted Azog's shoulder and said solemnly.

"Azog, I will not abandon any companion I recognize."

"Companion." Azog sighed. He didn't expect that he would be considered a companion by a human.

He turned to the guards behind him and said, "Notify everyone to put on armor, polish swords, and form a battle formation. The wolf cavalry will be divided into three teams for patrol."

"Prepare to meet the enemy."

In the rain behind, tall and strong figures, holding shining swords, walked out through the rain.

After a brief commotion, the Orc army immediately changed its formation, and Azog immediately came to the front line.
Sharp fangs, a stronger body than orcs, better equipment, and a more cruel and bloodthirsty character.

Azog had seen them before. They were the new favorites of the Demon Lord, the Uruk-O-Koroks who replaced the Orcs.

"The old and the new are changing, and brothers are killing each other. What a disgusting fun." Azog said in a deep voice.

"Then let the sword decide who is the true orc."

"Start the war!"

In the rain.

The downpour showed no sign of abating.

Zheng Zha's perception is not as good as Zhuang Boshi who has six eyes and divine eyes, nor as good as Chu Xuan who can influence cause and effect. He has always fought with his physical body.

But even he could sense a strange aura invading this space.

It smells like sulfur, like the smell of burning flames, and like the fishy smell of blood mixed with water.

Ahead, a ball of fire appeared in the rain. It stood there so abruptly, and the flickering flame seemed like a lighthouse guiding the direction of ships lost in the storm.

Zheng Zha's brows were already locked into a "川" shape, and he said to Cheng Xiao without turning his head.

"How is it going? Can you contact Chu Xuan and the others?"

Cheng Xiao shook his head: "No, the communicator only hears a burst of dead tone."

"Hey, he said that this latest quantum communication can communicate across planets, but I didn't expect it to be just a show." Zheng Zha said sarcastically.

But there was no smile on his face. The firelight could only illuminate a part of the area, and the rest seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness, and that darkness seemed to be constantly surging.

Something is coming out of there.

"It seems those things don't want us to return to Lonely Mountain so smoothly." Zheng Zha took out the Dragon Slaying Sword from the ring and glanced at Gandalf who was also very shocked.

If there is anyone who might be a pawn of Chaos, then the most suspicious person in the group is Gandalf.

But Zheng Zha was still willing to believe him, to believe this old man who worked tirelessly for Middle-earth.

Cheng Xiao took two steps forward and saw clearly that the burning flame was a huge head with bull horns.

The torrential rain poured down on the flaming skull and was immediately evaporated into water vapor, making the entire skull shrouded in mist and blurry.

This head alone is as big as a heavy locomotive.

One can imagine how big his body would be if he were still alive.

The flaming eyes stared at Cheng Xiao, filled with great malice.

"The Fire Demon King."

"Gosmo"

"How could it be him? He fell into the abyss with Ecthelion, the lord of the Silver Spring family, as early as the First Age!" Gandalf said in a hoarse voice.

His eyes were bloodshot, dimly visible in the dim firelight.

"Playing tricks." Zheng Zha snorted coldly and drew his sword directly.

Canglang!

The rumbling thunder suddenly exploded here, and black and red lightning appeared and disappeared.

The flames suddenly went out as if blown by a strong wind, and the huge head was directly smashed into bone powder and scattered everywhere.

A black shadow jumped out from the broken skull and rushed to Zheng Zha at an extremely fast speed.

The one who responded to him was Zheng Zha's palm. Just like catching a mischievous kid, Zheng Zha's palm locked the black shadow's neck like an iron clamp.

"Hehehe" the black shadow let out a strange, sneering laugh.

Zheng Zha didn't even look at it. The next second, the black shadow that he was holding tightly in his hand began to emit blazing flames.

The black shadow could no longer laugh. It struggled and screamed in pain in the flames, like a rag swaying in the rain, until it was burned into red-hot charcoal.

Kill a Samsara from the Senzhou team and receive a B-level side story and 5000 points.

【Zhongzhou team accumulated a positive score of one point】

"Huh?" Zheng Zha looked at the pile of coke with some surprise.

This was the first time he heard the Lord God’s prompt in a team battle.

Unexpectedly, the reincarnation of the Senzhou team, who had been missing for a long time, appeared here, and he looked like a ghost eroded by chaos.

Cheng Xiao also received the prompt. He asked in confusion, "Is this Senzhou team so unlucky?"

"At least Neos and Gunnir are still alive."

Zheng Zha felt as if he had discovered some secret.

Why were Nan Yan and Bei Bing, who suffered heavy losses, able to survive and hold on until they appeared?

Why did all the people in Senzhou fall directly and be completely infected by chaos, and suddenly appear in this place?

Is Senzhou too stupid, or is there something wrong with Nanyan and Beibing?
Neos, Gunnier, Hofer, Xuelinger.

Is there some secret code buried by Chaos in one or some of them?

No, maybe they just want us to question each other.

What exactly does the existence behind the curtain intend for the reincarnationists?
Zheng Zha didn't think too deeply about it, because what reached his ears was a roar like a volcanic eruption.

Roar! ! !
Deep in the fog, there was a dull sound of heavy machinery stepping on the ground.

A huge, blurry shadow slowly grew larger from the fog.

The flames on his body evaporated the heavy rain, turning the pouring rain into white mist. After the white mist was blown away by the wind, it condensed again. The flames kept appearing and disappearing in the white mist, as if it was a giant fire beast that was breathing.

The outline of the Fire Demon is like a huge human figure, covered with wandering shadows, and its core is a raging flame.

"The Balrog," murmured Gandalf.

But the rumbling footsteps had not stopped yet, and one huge figure after another appeared behind the fire demon.

That was the second and third Balrog.

In the end, twenty fire demons appeared in front of Zheng Zha.

The flames were raging, the rain was held back by the rising air and could not fall, the ground was directly evaporated and burned dry, leaving only scorching heat nearby.

They had burning yellow eyes, manes of flaming, steaming hair, and deafening thunder erupted from their throats.

What Zheng Zha was most concerned about was that on the forehead of each of them, there was a Roman numeral VIII engraved with burning blood and flames.

The Holy Number of Khorne.

Zheng Zha opened his mouth and blew out a breath of hot air, and a flame armor flowing like magma attached to his body.

"Are there only so many of you? You're underestimating me."

As soon as the words fell, there was an explosion that shook the darkness!

The surging flames were like a tsunami, carrying with them the air pressure that had been compressed to the extreme, and swept towards more than twenty fire demons.

In this land, half of the night sky was dyed red by the flames, and the rainstorm was completely repelled.

Chaos' first target was Zheng Zha.

The war begins from this moment.

(End of this chapter)