bookbashuk Chapter 403 Disguise and Infiltration
Chapter 403 Disguise and Infiltration
Chapter 403 Disguise and Infiltration
With the compound decoction, the group's chances of successfully infiltrating the heart of Mordor were greatly increased.
So Aragorn divided the compound potion in the bottle into five portions, and then added five hairs from the five Orcs to each portion.
The group looked at the strange green potion containing Oc hair, and smelled its odd and unpleasant odor, all of them showing expressions of resistance.
"Ugh, this tastes awful! It smells just like my dad's stinky socks that haven't been washed in six months!" The dwarf Gimli swallowed the compound potion in one gulp, then dry-heaved and complained.
Legolas, who was somewhat obsessed with cleanliness, turned deathly pale, as if he had drunk poison.
Aragon frowned slightly as he sipped the compound soup in his hand, as if he had no sense of smell or taste.
As for Frodo and Sam, they pinched their noses, then desperately gulped down the potion, before bending over and dry heaving, tears streaming down their faces.
But soon, Frodo felt his heart racing, his body burning hot, his bones stretching rapidly, and his skin and muscles writhing.
Then Frodo was surprised to find that he was growing taller rapidly, and his line of sight was two or three times higher than before.
The clothes that were originally suitable now felt tight, as if a child's clothes were being put on a strong adult.
Meanwhile, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Sam also underwent rapid changes.
Only Gulu stared wide-eyed, looking incredulously at these people who, after drinking the potion, had been transformed into robust and ugly orcs.
"Oh, haha, pointy ears, you look so ugly right now! Do you want me to give you a mirror to look at yourself?" Gimli, now an orc, mocked Legolas's transformed appearance.
Legolas had transformed into an orc, but his elegant demeanor and movements remained unchanged, making him appear extremely eerie. He rolled his eyes at Gimli and sneered, "You're not much better looking either."
Since their comparison at the Battle of Pelennor Plains in Gondor, the two have become much closer, though they still often bicker.
Frodo looked at himself and his companions in astonishment. After overhearing Gimli and Legolas' conversation, he immediately noticed the problem and exclaimed, "Our voices haven't changed!"
Aragorn nodded: "Indeed, while the Polyjuice Potion can alter a person's appearance, it preserves their original voice. So, once you're mixed into the Orcs, remember not to speak, or you'll be easily detected!"
Legolas nodded in agreement: "Yes, the dark races of Mordor mostly speak a dark language. If we speak other languages, it will arouse suspicion."
"Then let's just pretend to be mute!" Sam suggested. "We can communicate with simple gestures, that way we won't be easily suspected."
"That's a good idea." Everyone else nodded in agreement.
"You also need to disguise your behavior, Legolas. Try to conceal your aura and learn from the behavior of orcs, make yourself a bit more rude and fierce!" Aragorn had already noticed Legolas's undeniable elegance and offered his advice.
Then he looked at the others around him. "You guys should also disguise yourselves. Yes, Frodo, Sam, make your eyes look fiercer. Orks are naturally ferocious creatures, they don't have sheep-like eyes like you. You can't let them notice something's wrong."
Aragorn carefully instructs Legolas, Frodo, and Sam on how to disguise themselves more like orcs.
As for Gimli, he didn't need to pretend; he simply let his true nature show, making him even more ferocious than the orcs.
Then Aragorn waved his wand and transformed all the clothes they were wearing into tattered animal skins.
Even the weapons were disguised, transformed into the old, rusty, scrap metal weapons commonly used by ordinary orcs.
"Is it ready? Can we just swagger over now?" Gimli asked impatiently.
Aragorn looked them up and down, then, as if remembering something, shook his head: "Not yet. Orcs aren't that clean. Everyone should roll around on the ground a few times to get a bit dirty."
As he spoke, he rolled around on the ground, getting covered in mud and becoming dusty and dirty.
Seeing this, others followed suit.
Then Aragorn searched carefully in his pocket and took out a bottle containing black spheres. As soon as he opened it, an indescribable stench emanated from it.
Everyone immediately covered their noses and mouths in discomfort, backing away in terror, as if they had smelled the most foul-smelling excrement.
"Ugh, what is that? I'm going to throw up!" Gimli exclaimed in horror, covering his nose in disbelief.
Aragorn was almost nauseated by the smell, but he managed to suppress it with his strong willpower. He then explained with some helplessness, "This is a product of the Diagon Alley joke shop—the dung ball. It is said to have been invented by Peeves from Hogwarts. Once you are hit by it, you will smell terrible and it will be difficult to wash off the smell in a short time."
I figured dire wolves have a very keen sense of smell. Even though we've transformed into orcs, it's hard to guarantee we won't be detected. So, let's all bear with it and cover our scent with dung balls.
Hearing Aragorn's words, although they knew he was right, the sight of the stinking dung ball still filled them with revulsion.
But in the end, in order to successfully infiltrate the Orcs and reach Mount Doom, the group resigned themselves to their fate and each picked up a large ball of dung, then crushed it and smeared it on their bodies.
The crushed dung ball smelled even worse, the stench so strong that Gulu retreated in terror.
Legolas and the others, on the other hand, were ashen-faced, looking as if they were about to be suffocated by the fumes.
To avoid vomiting up the compound decoction they had drunk, they could only desperately suppress the urge to vomit, collapsing weakly to the ground.
They now felt that the compound decoction they had drunk before was nothing compared to the dung ball!
I wonder what those wizards were thinking when they produced such things?
This is essentially a biological weapon. If there were enough of them, they could render the entire enemy force incapable of fighting without losing a single soldier on the battlefield.
Perhaps they had smelled it long enough, because gradually, the group felt that it didn't smell so bad anymore, and it was within a tolerable range.
Then everyone officially prepared to set off.
"But what should we do with this gurgling thing?" someone asked.
All eyes turned to Gulu once again.
Gollum is familiar with the routes in Mordor and can lead them to Mount Doom, making him a very important guide.
On the other hand, Gollum is not trustworthy; he had previously tried to lure them into the giant spider's lair and clearly covets the One Ring.
They are now disguising themselves as orcs to infiltrate Mordor, but if Gollum harbors ill intentions and secretly infiltrates the Orcs, they will be in danger, and the mission to protect the Ring may even fail.
Therefore, Gulu is a ticking time bomb.
Gulu sensed the uneasy atmosphere and huddled in the corner, trembling and looking pitiful.
Aragorn looked at Frodo: "Frodo, you make the decision."
Frodo looked at Gollum's pitiful state and felt a pang of pity. He decided, "Let's take him with us. We'll need him to guide us on our journey to Mount Doom."
Aragorn nodded. "Alright, we'll take him with us. But to prevent him from revealing anything, we'll use a tongue-locking and throat-locking spell to make him mute temporarily. Then we'll pretend to be the Orc squad that accidentally captured him and take him to Baradur Tower."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Aragorn then cast a spell to silence Gollum and tied him up with a rope. The group, disguised as orcs, came down from the mountain and onto the road, and walked forward.
Aragorn, transformed into an orc, walked at the front, with Legolas and Gimli on his left and right sides respectively.