"Is there anything I can do to ease Your Majesty's worries?" Uwasa appeared before Sauron and dropped to one knee respectfully. No expression could be seen on his face hidden within the black mist; only the leisurely flickering soul fire showed that he was a "living creature."
"It's nothing. I'm merely curious why that kingdom to the north is shrouded in such thick fog." Sauron sounded somewhat emotional. Those places covered in mist had made him both curious and wary. After all, the Palantír was an artifact-grade wonder, yet it still could not see through those places. For the first time, Sauron, who had believed he held the entire situation in Middle-earth in his grasp, felt things slipping out of his control.
"Then shall I infiltrate the area and investigate?" Uwasa asked respectfully.
"No need!" This time, Big Eye Sauron showed not a trace of melancholy as he decisively refused. Uwasa's previous operation in the Northern Territory could not exactly be called a failure, but it had accomplished absolutely nothing! Sauron did not want to hear news of Uwasa's death again! If the Three Rings' Sernal had betrayed him and died, then so be it, but he had destroyed the One Ring, which gave Sauron a massive headache! That meant Sauron would forever be one Nazgûl short!
Thinking of those knights in the north who were like rabid dogs made Sauron feel uneasy. Those damned Dragon Knights were not people he wanted to provoke right now, especially not by undertaking a long expedition to the Northern Territory. Sauron would not make such a losing deal. What concerned him more now was the weak "giant" beside him—Gondor!
"Leave those northern kingdoms alone for now. Our target is Gondor!" Big Eye Sauron's voice was hoarse and piercing.
"Gondor? Then we're just leaving