The Mouth of Sauron fled with his army in such genuine panic that there was not the slightest hint of pretense.
His master, the Dark Lord who was watching the battlefield through a palantír, wanted precisely this effect.
The struggles since the Battle of Lonely Mountain had taught Sauron never again to underestimate Allen, who now approached at the head of an army.
Ashur's crushing defeat and flight, and Angmar's panicked return to his master, both proved that this human who had suddenly founded a kingdom in the north was an exceptionally formidable enemy.
Sauron finally realized that he should not have focused all his attention on Rohan and Gondor when dealing with humans.
It was time to pay some attention to this young human, whose strength was limited but who kept stirring up trouble.
And so, at Emyn Arnen, Sauron laid out a chain of traps that he considered rather clever.
First, he sent the Mouth of Sauron with an army large enough to carry out an ambush, waiting there for the elite troops Allen led.
Success would naturally be welcome. If the ambush failed and things became even slightly dangerous, his lieutenant, the Mouth of Sauron, would certainly flee at the first opportunity.
Sauron had accounted for that. He also knew that the area around the Crossroads, very close to Emyn Arnen, was covered in extensive forests and hills.
There, Sauron had concealed two even stronger forces, waiting for Allen to pursue with his troops.
The Dark Lord's plan was vicious and meticulous. Whether Allen saw through it or not, someone was bound to walk into his trap.
The impatient Elven prince saw nothing amiss at that moment.
Besides, the Silvan Elves of Mirkwood had harbored hatred for Half-orcs for thousands of years.
In their eyes, the fewer