"I can't control the horned deer, so I walk—I don't have any trouble walking now. "www.biquge.info Looking at the wrinkles in the cotton robe that was being smoothed by the attendants in the mirror, the Elf King deliberately said with a straight face: "It's a little late if you don't go." The situation around the main gate of Mordor must be investigated in person, and I am not at ease with the other creatures. As for you, there are some important state affairs that you just need to do, so I will tell you by the way. ”

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While Merandil and Nader were still on their way to the other side of Mordor, the Elven King used the words of state and enemy forces mentioned in his words to win the opportunity to be alone with Vernor. As they approached the frozen Black Gate, several young Wood Elf attendants not only did not hesitate too much, but repeatedly asked the King's advisors to take good care of the King.

"Don't worry. If Your Majesty is tired, I will stop and wait for him to rest before setting off. Guarantee that His Majesty will return to the camp without losing a single hair. Looking at the Elven King, who was being helped down by his attendants, Furnorr had a bad premonition. When she thought that this feeling came from the Demon Gate, and subconsciously looked at the black gate that was still frozen in ice, the dwarven soldiers and squires who accompanied her had already hurried back to the camp at the behest of the Elven King. When she withdrew her gaze from the Black Gate under the light cough of the Elven King, she could only see the backs of the accompanying party.

Retreating according to the order before Mordor, who didn't know how many enemy troops were hidden, and leaving the Elf King to face it alone, such an act must be based on supreme trust. Vernoll couldn't help but sigh: "Their trust and love for you is really ......"

The voice stopped in amazement as the Elven King took hold of her free left hand. Through the contact of the gloves and the determined look of the initiator, she did not dare to make any struggle. In order not to make the Elf King exert too much force, she clenched the basket she held in her right hand and moved towards the direction of the Elf King's pull at an unhurried speed.

"The loyalty of the Wood Elves is the greatest reason why I love them so much, and why I dare to go on an expedition. Secretly proud of the proper arrangement that he could live alone with, Thranduil could not hide his smug glance at the army in the distance. "Don't think that the obedience of the dwarven soldiers is out of trust or love, though. ”

Isn't it too dangerous to be in a war zone with 40,000 dwarves? They are the race that once killed the king of Tingga! At this moment, Vernor's worries were exactly the same as those of Calebon who was far away in the forest.

The sudden worry in his heart made Vernoer unconsciously stop, and also made the elf king, who had not fully recovered and wanted to conserve his strength to reach his destination, have to stop. He just glanced at it and guessed what she was worried about.

"Are you afraid that it will be dangerous for me to be alone with the Dwarven King?" After seeing the other party nod, Thranduil simply turned around completely. Patting her on the shoulder, Thranduil said slowly with patience that no other creature could ever get, "In this situation, no creature is more concerned about my safety than the Dwarven King and the Gondor King. The former had absolutely no actual combat experience, that is, to understand the mysteries of war with my strength, and to ensure the safety of more than 40,000 sergeants with my help. To put it more seriously, no matter how much I don't give face to King Nader before the dwarven soldiers return to the lonely mountain safely, he can only bear it, otherwise he is risking the lives of the soldiers. Nader was also a king who loved his people and would not put his soldiers at risk for personal reasons. As for the latter......"

Knowing that all Merandiel's hopes were in him at this time, Thranduil was a little proud, but not yet proud to confide in Vernor the true purpose hidden under the skin of the siege. He turned his head lightly, mentioning only the benefits of the siege of Gondor.

"Melandil is even more reluctant to miss the opportunity to take Mordor without having to compromise the soldiers. It can be said that the current two kings, Gushan and Gondor, are more concerned about the safety of the elven king than any living being. If any creature dares to endanger me, they will rush ahead of me and fight back. Although I am a little disdainful of this situation, the alliance between the three countries is unbreakable. They are all kings of the whole country on their backs, and who would want to lose huge benefits because of small frictions? The siege is not over, and both Merandil and Nader will tolerate me in every way they can, and will do their best to keep me safe. ”

There is indeed no stronger alliance in this world than mutual benefit and common enemy. After laughing at his worries on his face and inwardly enough, Vernorr followed in the footsteps of the Elven King. For the whole trip after that, not only did she not ask the elf king why she couldn't stop watching the situation, but she walked firmly in a certain direction. Even during a short break, Thrandilmin said that she would enter the nearest cave without the slightest doubt. Such an attitude naturally made Thranduil very satisfied.

"It's a blind spot for the sentinels, and there's no other creatures. You can take off your mask and eat. Thrandier, who was sitting on the snow, stroked the basket in Vernor's hand and said meaningfully, "If I'm not mistaken, in addition to the drinking wine that warms me up, you seem to have put some fruit bought from the civilian quarters of Gondor?"

As the silver mask was removed, Thranduil saw that her face was slightly red.

"I could go to Long River in the middle of the night to get the first taste of good wine, Nader could spend the whole night discussing with the chef in order to live up to the best meat on the cow, and even Merandil, who was accustomed to the humble life, smelled the best soup of mankind, and without thinking about it, took out her only cotton robe in exchange. You're just a human fruit, what's so embarrassing?" After taking a sip of the red wine that still had a lingering temperature, Thranduil raised his glass and encouraged Vernoer, who was still hesitating: "You don't need to wear a mask, and you don't have to worry about the juice flowing into the crevices when you eat the mixed fruits, right?"

With a slightly apologetic smile in return, Vernor touched the frozen fruit and turned sideways to take a bite. Before he could take a bite, Thranduil's laughter rang out.

"What the hell is this strange fruit? I can hear the sound of ice cracking when you turn your back. He held out a hand and said curiously to Vernor, "Give me a taste too." ”

"It is a very common pear in the human kingdom. In such a climate, the juice in it freezes into lumps, so it is also called frozen pear. Seeing that the Elf King reached out directly to take it, Vernoer hurriedly blocked it and cautiously reminded: "Your Majesty, don't try." It's a mixed fruit in a civilian area, and it's very sour compared to the fruits you often eat. Frozen like this and cold in your mouth, you should not eat cold food like this now. ”