"The file is secured," Talion said, sheathing his sword as the dominated Olog picked up the heavy chest.
"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!" Middle.Earth.Shadow.of.War.part03 (2).rar
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. "The file is secured," Talion said, sheathing his
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. 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.