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.
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: . Middle.Earth.Shadow.of.War.part03 (2).rar
"Strange naming convention for an Orc," Talion muttered, his hand hovering over the lock. The rain in Mordor didn’t wash things clean;