Hearing Saruman's order, an Uruk-hai said hesitantly, "Master, we're running a little short on fuel."
Creating Uruk-hai required the right temperature, while forging their armor and weapons consumed large quantities of fuel and iron ore. They couldn't very well send the Uruk-hai into battle carrying sticks, could they?
"Fangorn Forest outside is full of trees. How could we possibly be short on fuel?"
Saruman pointed outside and shouted, "Cut down all those trees and throw them into the furnaces."
"Yes, Master."
The Uruk-hai immediately obeyed. This spelled disaster for the trees of Fangorn Forest, many of which were cut down and turned into fuel.
The ground beneath the Tower had already been hollowed out. The sounds of forging and training filled the air, while squads of hideous Uruk-hai marched up from below and formed rather uneven ranks. Saruman looked down on it all with great satisfaction.
"Kingdom of Rohan, I intended to let you die quietly. Since you've chosen to resist, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
Saruman looked toward Rohan and silently snorted. Not only was he producing Uruk-hai in vast numbers, he had also sent people to contact nearby bandits, Wildmen, and others, inviting them to attack Rohan together.
He, Saruman, would eliminate Middle-earth's resistance for the great Sauron.
It's a pity Gandalf escaped. He'll certainly be a nuisance, but fortunately, it's nothing serious. He's only Greyhame, after all, while I am the White Robe—even the multicolored robe.
Saruman thought confidently. Some time ago, Gandalf had rushed to see him, saying he had discovered the whereabouts of the One Ring. Without hesitation, Saruman had imprisoned him atop the Tower and contacted Sauron, asking him to send the Nazgûl to retrieve the One Ring.
Who would have thought that not only would the Nazgûl fail to seize it,