With a nod from the Wraith, Talion shifted into the unseen world. Time slowed. He didn't just strike the Olog; he navigated the flow of the battle like a sequence of code being rewritten. He vaulted over the giant, planting a spectral dagger into its neck, and channeled the power of the New Ring.
The rain in Mordor didn’t wash things clean; it only turned the ash to a thick, choking sludge. Talion wiped the grime from his eyes, the cold spectral weight of Celebrimbor pressing against his mind. They were deep behind enemy lines in Seregost, and the "package" they were hunting wasn't a relic or an artifact. It was information—specifically, the encrypted battle plans of a high-ranking Overlord. Middle.Earth.Shadow.of.War.part03 (2).rar
Talion looked down at the iron-bound chest he had just liberated from a Captain’s tent. It was labeled with a jagged, black-inked inscription: . With a nod from the Wraith, Talion shifted
Suddenly, the brush behind them snapped. Talion didn't turn; he drew Urfael in one fluid motion, the steel singing as it met the jagged blade of a Combat Expert. A savage Olog-hai loomed over them, his skin grafted with plates of rusted metal. He vaulted over the giant, planting a spectral
"The Uruks call it the 'Third Archive,'" Celebrimbor’s voice echoed, his shimmering form flickering beside Talion. "It is a collection of tactical movements, split into fragments to prevent a single traitor from seizing them all."
"You think you can just take the Archive?" the Olog bellowed, his breath smelling of fermented grog. "That data belongs to the Dark Lord! You’re just a glitch in the machine, Ranger!"
The Olog’s eyes turned a brilliant, ghostly blue. The "Archive" was safe, and now, they had a new carrier to lug it back to the rebel camp.