The sudden burst of dragon flames illuminated the cave, but not far in front of the tunnel, countless eyes appeared. They were weird, deformed and disgusting eyes, hungry and thirsty, but with clear purpose and full of terrifying thoughts. Rejoice, gloat. The slender, spiny legs clattered on the gravel and rock walls, and corrosive saliva flowed from the sharp mouthparts; the ugly abdominal pouches had disgusting patterns.
They are the descendants of the fallen demon god Ugoliant, and their traces were once scattered in the dark valley of Nanton Fortress at the foot of Mount Eredgorgoroth. But with the angry wars of the First Era, these descendants of Ugoliant have disappeared for many years. There are no legends about how they escaped the collapse of the continent and came here.
After the attack and defense of Mithlond, when Nahar returned to Middle-earth from Aman, he and Turka killed a group of similar monsters in the Dusk Hills. But compared to that time, the spiders in Utumno were even bigger. The smallest of them are as big as a calf, and the big ones are even as big as a mammoth——
She has the ugliest and most terrifying form, even more terrifying than the horrors seen in nightmares. Even Shilob is not as scary as her: this monster has huge horns, and a short pole-like neck is connected to a huge and bloated body, hanging between her two rows of legs like a huge inflatable bag. , kept shaking. This huge body is completely black, dotted with iron-green patches, but the lower abdomen is gray-white, glowing, and emitting a foul odor. Her knobby legs were bent, with huge joints that were even higher than her back. The hair on her legs stood straight out like steel thorns, and there were hooks at the end of each leg.
She is the messenger of Ugoliant, from the Dark Continent. It is a continent located in the southeast of Middle-earth, and it is also the end of the world of Arda. The light of the sun, moon and stars cannot reach this place, so no matter day or night, it is shrouded in a suffocating darkness. The darkness was so thick that even the penetrating eyes of Manwë, King of Arda, could not see through it.
The legendary demon god Ugoliant is entrenched here.
At the end of the Age of Two Trees, he was wounded by Morgoth and the Balrogs under his command, and fled to Nanton Fortress, the dark valley under the Ered Gorgoroth Mountains, causing trouble for a long time. Later, He disappeared. Many wise men thought that He had ushered in the end a long time ago because He was always hungry to the extreme and eventually devoured Himself.
But in fact, He had fled to the southern world long before the War of Wrath and was hiding here. until now. No one knows His ultimate purpose, and the records of His destiny have long been lost in the long years. Many people speculate that Sauron's beautiful form was given by him, and the corruption of the blue-robed wizard was most likely his handiwork (this has been doubted by later generations of scholars for a long time).
But He has been hiding behind the scenes and refusing to show up. It wasn't until His messenger showed up during the Second War of Light that the Western generals discovered a little bit of information about Him.
But even so, the disputes and exchanges between the two continents would not officially begin until nearly two hundred years after Noratu Aracano sailed around the world.
At that time, the world had already changed.
As Ugoliant's descendants appeared, the air here began to become suffocating. People could not feel its flow at all, and even sounds seemed to freeze in it. If Mordor is a place of darkness, then this is darkness itself, a world woven from darkness.
"Meat! Fresh meat!"
"Fire, we hate fire! Kill them! Eat them!"
Countless large spiders emerged from the darkness, making hissing sounds. It spit out black mist. Hunger and hatred for all living things made them unafraid of the blazing dragon flames, and they jumped over the scorched and melted kindred spirits and attacked Orofenwe and them. The clicking sounds of their mouthparts and their hissing echoed throughout this horrific hell.
"Put up your shields," Olofenwë shouted.
The elves set up a strong shield-shaped square, and everyone gathered together. The spearman raised the sharp elven spear and poked it out from the gap in the shield. In this darkness, even the elves with the sharpest eyes cannot shoot, even if you loosen the string, you can hit the enemy.
Olofenwe and his tribe used shield formations and spears to fight against the tide of spiders in the darkness, holding on to their formation. The muffled sound of metal piercing flesh was followed by the hissing screams of the spider.
"Ah! They've poked me! They've poked me!" Ugoliant's envoy cunningly hid far away in the deepest part of the crypt, driving its heirs and mates frantically toward those who dared to enter this cave. The evil hell people attack. They are numerous. Almost the entire crypt is covered with them.
"Ossë, Uinen, please protect the sailors of Swan Harbor! May they finally see El Toriscia!" It is said that when Olofenwe witnessed an elf being dragged into the darkness by a tide of spiders, he couldn't help but call out.
But this place was the home base of Morgoth when his power was at its peak. Even though he has left for three eras, the earth and rocks soaked by his evil power still retain the power to suppress the light. The two most loved and trusted by the Teleri elves The power of the Lord of Coasts and Islands cannot reach this place. They did not answer the call of the Elves—Oce and Unni were vassals of Ulmo, and they ruled over the seas and rivers of Middle-earth.
So Orofinwë called upon Aulë's name again, praying to the craftsman of the mountains and the earth to protect them. Let the brave Teleri finally escape from this terrible situation.
But although Aulë also liked firstborn children, he had always preferred the Noldor who lived in the plains and mountains to the sailors who had always lived by the sea. Fëanor even personally learned knowledge about metals, gems and the like from him and his vassals. He also made a more conciliatory statement regarding the Valar's demand that Fëanor hand over the Silmarillion, which contained the light of Telperion and Laureline, in order to save the two sacred trees slain by Morgoth and Ungoliant. Opinion, he said: "Don't be impatient. What we ask for is more important than the wise man understands. Let him think about it quietly."
It's a pity that Fëanor chose to refuse in the end.
Now, faced with Olofenwe's prayer, Aulë hesitated. Because he wasn't sure if this was the fate of the elves. His mind has been on creating and studying things on the earth, and he doesn't want to pay too much attention to even dwarves. Regarding the fate of the elves, he couldn't see clearly. So he came to the peak of Taniquetil and met Manwë, king of Arda, and told him about the war in Middle-earth.
Manwe thought for a moment and then spoke: "Did I not issue a decree to allow the Eldar to choose to stay or go freely? But if the Noldor must accept their fate, then how can those sailors be exempted?"
But at the same time, the great king also said: "But we should not forget that the mighty ones are responsible for managing this land. If I could not detect the crimes committed by Melkor before, then now, about the final battle, The cause and effect have already fallen into my eyes.”
Auli heard it, and the fragments of the big movement that he couldn't see clearly slowly unfolded in his mind. The fate of the elves also fell into his eyes. He made a decision. He answered the prayers of Olofenwe.
The weapons in the hands of the elves shone brightly in the dark hell, because when the elves made these swords, they used his knowledge.
Seeing the light of hope shining in Morgoth's lair, Olofenwe was immediately overjoyed, because he knew that the great God of Artisans had answered his prayers, and courage returned to his body and mind.
"Praise Aȝūlēz!" - Aȝūlēz, in Valar, the name of Aulë.
He shouted, and his people struggled to push away the tide of spiders, waving their swords and spears, and killed them all in this land that was poisoned by the evil power of Morgoth.
on the other side.
Compared to the elves' embarrassment, Turka, his two sons, and Nahal had much more to spare. Because their eyes can see through the black mist spewed by the descendants of Ugoliant; their power is also stronger than that of the elves. Even though the dragon flames they breathed out and the light of Valinor on their bodies could not shine longer or farther, they still inflicted huge damage on these disgusting big spiders.
Turka held the Aeglos spear in his right hand and held the sword Karasia in his left hand. He rolled up a metal storm in the dark cave. All enemies who dared to appear in front of him were cut in half by him. two. Countless corpses and spewing pus covered the ground.
His two sons, Aratu and Noratu, always stood by their father. Even in the darkest places, Ringir's sword shines with the cold edge of moonlight, just like its owner. Nolatu fearlessly rushed to the front. He inherited his father's bravery and was the more skilled of the twins. He had a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, killing one frightening monster after another. . Brave as Tokas descends.
Aratu, holding the sword Alan Rusi, followed behind his brother and father nimbly and swiftly, calmly spitting out waves of dragon flames, and together with Nahar, protected the flanks and flanks of his brother and father. rear.
The corpses that fell at the feet of the three of them, father and son, and Nahar almost formed a hill.
While Turka was waving his sword and spear, he saw their heroic appearance in fighting, and couldn't help but feel the joy of his old father in his heart. "Look. My love, our children have grown up and they no longer need our protection. They will sustain the new era."
Distant Aman. The Hall of Mandos.
The daughter of Eros and Erewen shed a crystal tear. Even though Fenna Silil has left Middle-earth, her heart will always be with the one she loves.
Galdo heard the roars of the king and princes and some kind of rustling noise. Fire flashed in the darkness, and countless large spiders surged out from the darkness and pounced on the soldiers and elves of the Kingdom of Elpera led by Galdo who were guarding the entrance to the spider crypt.
"Elberis!"
The commander of the kingdom shouted and led the elves to fight against the tide of spider monsters. Humanity remembers the king’s words: Don’t run. Thinking this way, they mustered up their courage and kept their dignity.
As time passed, Turka and the enemies in front of them in the crypt finally began to become timid, and fear reoccupied their hungry hearts. Then, these scary big spiders began to hesitate and retreat. Olofenwe pushed away a bison-like spider monster, panting, feeling the joy of fighting and the joy of defeating death for the first time. He looked at the Silver King and his two sons.
I saw that the entire cave was filled with a disgusting stench and some kind of burnt aroma, which was nauseating and disgusting. Turka and his two sons stood proudly not far away from them. In front of them were mountains of corpses, and some places were even burning.
The firelight dispersed the darkness in this ancient hell.
"Melkor Bogliel's power is fading," said Na'har. "His evil cannot penetrate from beyond a yya, and the darkness here cannot last long."
"And the eyes of the Great King and Aȝūlēz are fixed upon this place."
"Praise to Aȝūlēz!" shouted Olofenwe and his people. Ah, the roar of light. It is the praise of victory. The voice of hope echoed through Morgoth's palace, triggering a landslide and a tsunami of cheers.
Eventually, Ugoliant's messenger could no longer hide, and she emerged from the darkness. While spitting out a darker black mist, it drove away the remaining spider monsters and launched the final attack.
Behold. What an evil form that is. The distinct black and white markings on its bloated body exude an evil aura, its mouthparts are filled with teeth as sharp as daggers, and its eight thin legs like iron rods move at an alarming speed, sometimes running with rattling legs and feet. , and sometimes jump suddenly. Swift and flexible. Even Hal couldn't help but feel scared. Olofenwe and his tribe were even more desperate.
No one knows how she came to Middle-earth, whether by ship or whether her terrible master used his power to send her here. But one thing is certain, if the Central Continent coalition forces led by Turka had not reached Utumno, she might not have been able to show her whereabouts. Shilob couldn't even compare to her.
Shilob watched in awe as Ugoliant's messenger hid insidiously in the shadow of her huge body, climbed over the steep rock wall, spit out thin and strong white silk, and tied up an elf.
Olofenwe discovered her and immediately shot an arrow, breaking the spider silk. The terrifying female spider immediately fell from the rock wall.
The elf immediately started fighting with Shelob. This monster's body was as hard as steel, and black mist and white threads spewed out from its mouth from time to time. Even the high elves spent a lot of effort to defeat her.
"Hiss."
Shilob fell into a pool of blood, and his eyes filled with hatred and greed gradually closed. Olofenwe pulled the sword from her belly pouch.
