Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

Southern England, Cumbrian Mountains.

Since the last time he met Altaïr, Warwick has been following Altaïr's orders, while developing his tribe in the mountains with peace of mind, while letting other wolf strong orcs look for werewolf descendants.

Today, its tribe has grown and has nearly eight hundred wolf cubs.

"It's a good place to go..."

Altaïr's figure appeared outside the strong orc tribe, looked at it carefully, and nodded with satisfaction.

The current strong orc tribe is no worse than the horse tribe in the Forbidden Forest, built on the cave of the rocky cliff, with the wooden house and grass cover, there is a feeling of the orc tribe in the game he played in his previous life-...

"Master?"

Altaïr had not yet made a move, and Warwick had already rushed out of the tribe with dozens of strong orcs.

The sense of smell of werewolves is already very strong, and after becoming a strong orc, their sense of smell is even more against the sky, and they can smell the smell of others from far away.

Warwick had already sensed from the smell that Altaïr was coming, so he ran out with a group of strong orcs to greet him.

"Well done. "

Altaïr stretched out his hand, and Warwick, who was nearly three meters tall, immediately knelt on the ground and looked at Altaïr reverently.

Altaïr smiled and touched its head, and Warwick immediately closed his eyes and purred in his throat.

"How is it like Charlie. "

Altaïr looked at the huge Warwick and thought of the Doberman Pinscher at home, feeling a little out of line.

Altaïr withdrew his hand, and Warwick opened his eyes and stood up again.

Altaïr looked him up and down, feeling the blood on Warwick's body, so he asked:

"Has the tribe had anything happened lately?"

Warwick nodded, a fierce light flashed in his scarlet eyes, and replied:

"Some time ago, our tribe was discovered by humans outside the mountains, and many people came and carried a very strange weapon. "

Warwick gestured, and Altaïr knew Warwick was talking about guns.

It seems that the werewolf tribe was discovered by Muggles and attracted the army...

"Then we killed a lot of people, beat them away, and stopped for a while, but lately something has always flown around in the sky to observe us..."

Warwick scratched his head and pointed to the sky with a helpless expression.

The jumping ability of the wolf strong orcs is good, and with Warwick's strength, he can jump to a height of tens of meters.

But even so, they can't help the plane, they can only let them fly around in the sky.

"Hmm... This was my mistake. "

Altaïr muttered, raised his scepter high, and cast the Muggle shielding charm he had just learned today.

A transparent ripple spread out, covering the entire strong orc tribe.

"They won't find you guys in the future... Have you met any wizards lately?"

Altaïr lowered his scepter and continued to question Warwick as he walked towards the tribe.

"Not a wizard, but he met a very powerful knight..."

Warwick's fierce face showed a trace of fear, and he replied in a sullen voice:

"He said his name was the Witch King of Angmar... Passing by here, he sensed our breath, so he came and looked at it, and said something that made us submit to a king named Sauron..."

"I had a fight with him, but it wasn't his opponent at all... His sword was also terrifying, and the two brothers of our tribe were directly burned to ashes..."

Altaïr's footsteps stopped, and his face showed surprise.

"I didn't expect you to meet him..."

Earlier, the "Daily Prophet" said that the Witch King of Angmar crossed the English Channel to France, presumably at that time he passed through the Cumbrian Mountains and found a strong orc tribe hiding in the mountains.

"Don't worry,"

Altaïr waved his hand and ordered:

"The next time he comes, you will say that you belong to me, a servant of the white-robed Saruman. "

"Yes, master!"

Warwick bowed his head and replied respectfully.

Altaïr circled the tribe and found that everything was in order, and he was even more satisfied with Warwick.

The strong orcs he created not only inherited the excellent fighting skills of the horse warriors, but also inherited the wisdom and spirituality of the other party, which is not comparable to stupid orcs.

Altaïr looked left and right, and then walked into the cave behind the tribe. (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!)

It has become a warehouse for the strong orc tribe, and it is stacked with many undisposed prey carcasses and a large amount of wood and hay.

Because the cave is just behind the tribe, it doesn't need to be guarded.

However, when Altaïr and Warwick came in, they still saw a white strong orc, not tall, about the same age as an ordinary human girl, who was hiding in the corner of the warehouse, gulping down pig's legs.

With a relish and a mouth full of oil, he looks quite cute.

Altaïr looked at her a little familiar, so he looked at her twice.

"Gina, you're stealing again... Not yet?"

Warwick's voice came from behind him, and the strong orc named Gina was startled.

Looking up and seeing Altaïr coming, Gina quickly ran over and knelt down, and called softly:

"The host..."

Altaïr looked at Warwick, who hastened to say:

"Master, she is the white wolf... The last time I saw you liked her, I specially gave her a bottle of potion, but Gina hasn't grown up yet, so it's like this. "

Hearing Warwick's words, Altaïr suddenly realized.

This Gina turned out to be the little white wolf from last time, and last time it seemed to be a wolf cub for a few months...

The last time Altaïr came here, he saw it as cute, so he hugged him for a while and fed him some roasted meat.

Unexpectedly, Warwick gave it a bottle of strong orc potion.

"Get up. "

Altaïr cried and laughed, causing Gina to stand up.

Gina quickly got up, secretly glanced at Altaïr, and then ran behind a pile of wood and hid the pig leg in her hand...

"Very good. "

Altaïr smiled and said to Gina:

"If you want to eat meat in the future, ask Warwick for it, you don't need to eat it secretly..."

"Really!"

Gina's eyes lit up instantly, and she hurriedly ran over, and said coquettishly:

"Thank you host~"

Warwick smiled bitterly and said:

"Master, you don't know... Gina's appetite is greater than that of two adult strong orcs... And gluttonous ... But since you said so, okay..."

Warwick thought for a moment and said to Gina:

"You can't hunt anyway, and you can't go outside to find your own people... Stay here to watch over the warehouse in the future..."

After Gina listened, she wiped the corners of her mouth with a humble expression:

"Thank you host, thank you chief... I'll definitely take a good look at our food... I promise never to steal it! Hee-hee... Suck up..."

Altaïr walked into the depths of the cave, looked here, nodded with satisfaction, and the scepter clicked on the ground, and the land in front of him rumbled cracked.

Altaïr took out the Holy White Council stele in the system space, threw it into the crack, and then called Warwick and said to him:

"I still have two hundred bottles of potions here, I'll give them all to you in a while, and you can choose the person yourself..."

"Two days later, you came down the mountain with a few strong orcs and went to the Ministry of Magic in Wales for help... I'll take you to the exact location later..."

"Specific rhetoric... That's what you'll say then..."

After arranging, Altaïr took Warwick to the Welsh Ministry of Magic to familiarize him with the route.

Having done this, Altaïr returned to Hogwarts.

Now wait for two days later, in Wales, the news of the presence of strong orcs! .