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When Qiming turned around, he saw Luo Yinglong looking at him with wide eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Damn, how did you know Adam and they joined Sauron?"

"Yes, did you gods really join the Demon Lord, I didn't expect that I still have the potential to be a prophet!" Qiming shrugged his shoulders and said, then he nodded again, "Very good, I got another piece of useful information!"

After speaking, I saw that his whole person maintained a cross-kneeled posture, and slowly drifted from the ground to a height equal to Luo Yinglong.

In this regard, Luo Yinglong didn't care about it at all, but kept chewing on what Qi Ming just said, and after more than ten seconds, he came back to his senses, stared at Qi Ming with an angry face and said, "Damn, you are talking to Lao Tzu!"

"Don't wronged people, Lao Tzu didn't do it! It's your own admission!" Qiming immediately shook his head.

"By the way, since things have come to this point, my Middle-earth team and your Celestial Team are already completely hostile, what's the matter, do you still want to follow us?"

When the last sentence was said, Qiming looked at Luo Yinglong as if he was looking at a leper dog, like a fart.

Seeing this, Luo Yinglong immediately became anxious, he didn't care about Qiming's eyes, and shouted: "Let your mother's fart, Lao Tzu is like this now, where can you go if you don't follow him?" Tell you, that elf has promised you to continue to save people, then the favor you owe Lao Tzu can't be just settled, you have already sworn an oath, and the way of heaven has already admitted it!"

Hearing this, Qiming raised his eyebrows and stared at Luo Yinglong with strange eyes, as if he knew him again.

For a long time, Luo Yinglong couldn't help it, and shouted: "Damn, Lao Tzu asked you something! That favor must not be counted! What do you think Lao Tzu is doing?"

Qiming slowly stretched out an arm, patted Luo Yinglong's shoulder, shook his head, and then sighed and said, "Alas, IQ, it's really a good thing, but it's a pity that you don't." ”

Luo Yinglong understood this sentence, and immediately shouted: "Let your mother's fart! Lao Tzu is famous for his clever calculations in my Shu Mountain, and you wise man also understands the messy things, but he just doesn't like to think about it so much!"

It's just that although he has said so much, Qiming has already drifted away, leaving Luo Yinglong alone there and screaming angrily.

I have to say that the vitality of the elves is really vigorous, even Qiming can't help but admire it. Hit head-on by such a water force, many of these immortal races survived, plus those who survived by Thrandil's protection with spells, a total of more than 1,500 people.

What amazed Qiming even more was that even in this situation, when Thranduil said that they were going to continue to march towards Minas Tirith, these elves did not have the slightest dissatisfaction, and did not hesitate to carry out the king's order and began to organize the army, a military discipline that is extremely rare even in modern armies.

At the same time, Qiming was floating behind Thrandil, watching the busy elven army in front of him treat the wounded and pack up supplies. As his telekinesis gradually recovered, Qiming's control over his body began to gradually improve, and at this time he had regained the mobility of his upper body.

"What should we do next?, do we move on?" Qiming asked, Qiming didn't know anything about leading troops to fight, and naturally he wouldn't point fingers, since Thranduil had agreed to continue marching towards Minas Tirith, then Qiming would naturally listen to him for all the arrangements along the way.

Glancing at Qiming contemptuously, Thranduil said: "Continue to march, what do you think of! What is the use of these people now? With these current troops, the army against Mordor is simply an egg hitting a stone! Even before the attrition, there are only more than 4,000 troops, we elves have our pride, but we are not fools, even the previous Orcs of Dolgodo we can't deal with, let alone Mordor!"

In the blink of an eye, Qiming came back from the Elf King's words, and couldn't help but say, "Damn, your so-called dispatch of troops before was completely perfunctory to me? You didn't want to help Gondor at all!"

Originally, according to Qiming's thoughts, although the thousands of elven troops before were definitely not the opponents of the Mordor army, they still had a few of their reincarnators on their side, although he and Luo Yinglong had lost their combat effectiveness, but Gunniel and Saito were still intact, with these thousands of elf troops, plus the original strength of Minas Tirith, it should not be a big problem to defend the city, who wants to Thranduil does not want to send troops at all, it is estimated that he just wants to pull the army to Minas Tirith and leave, which can be regarded as meeting his requirements.

Sure enough, hearing Qiming's questioning, Thranduil nodded and said, "That's right, elves never forget the kindness of others, but they don't joke with the lives of their people! We don't owe anything to humans, and it's just according to your ideas to get there, I wanted to save your life when that city fell, so that we don't owe each other, but now ......"

As he spoke, Thranduil clenched his fists and said hatefully: "That damn Mordor lackey dares to kill so many of my compatriots, this blood feud, our woodland kingdom will not give up! I have sent the Snow Eagle, and the army in the rear will arrive soon, and then the new and old hatreds will be counted together! However, if you dare to favor me, I will let you taste the wrath of our Sindar Elves! Believe me, this anger is definitely deadlier than the dragon's breath!"

Speaking of this, Thranduil's eyes were fixed on Qiming, and his originally immaculate face slowly began to change, and the epidermis receded, revealing blood-red muscles and tendons, which looked terrifying and terrifying.

If it was an ordinary person, seeing such a hideous face, he would have been frightened and fell to the ground, but Qiming's face was as usual, his eyes did not give in, and he stared at Thranduil's face with appreciation, looking up and down very much.

Qiming's gaze made Thrandel uncomfortable for a while, elves are a race that pursues perfection, even if Thrandil's heart is strong, but he has been looking at the wounds he has always cared about the most, and he has to cover it with magic again.

Seeing that his originally hideous face had become perfect again, Qiming suddenly spoke: "Is your face injured by Dragon Flame?"

"Hmph, you know everything!" said Thranduil, unexpectedly.

"Hmm!" Qiming nodded, and then he took out a three-clear talisman from his bosom and handed it to Serlandier, saying, "Paste it and try it." ”

Thranduil pressed the talisman to his face suspiciously, and immediately widened his eyes after a moment.

"What is this?!"

Thranduil clearly felt the change in his face, and put his hand into his arms and groped for a while, and he actually felt a mirror. Looking in the mirror, Thranduil looked at the face that was no different from her usual face, and froze for a moment.