In the past few years, the branches and leaves of the green forest have been adjusted to zero, and the heavy snow has finally been unblocked. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But they still can't stay in their original form on the ground of the woodland kingdom for long - the recovering grass and animals will soon melt them. The area between Gondor and Mordor, with the exception of the place where the encircling army is stationed, is covered with thin snow, and the other areas are bound to be "a white world".

So when you walk out of the camp, you can see a snowy scene that you haven't seen for hundreds of years? After all, the Elven King could summon himself at any time.

Just when she was still thinking about whether to risk being scolded by the Elf King, she went to sober up in the heavy snow first, and the well-organized attendants began to walk towards the Elf King's dormitory. A waitress passing by her paused for a moment, turned her head and kindly reminded: "The scenery outside the war zone is the most beautiful, but you should have a good rest after a busy night." Why don't you just take a look outside the palace? The dwarven soldiers were also very excited, and they had snowball fights outside since the middle of the night. ”

In this way, the dwarves who live in the lonely mountains do not have many opportunities to see the snow.

Vernore was instantly interested, and watched the attendants walk lightly into the dormitory, put on a cloak and walked out. The cold air on her face not only cleared her mind instantly, but the snow ball directly smashed on the mask made her relax completely. And King Nader, who was waiting outside the palace, was obviously in a good mood, not only smashed another snow ball on her, but also raised his head and smiled proudly.

"Has the Elven King risen? Tell him that the Dwarven King has given him a letter of war. "The dwarven king, who bent down to pick up the snow, had an indescribable sense of comicalness. When he kneaded the snow again, he said, "Although you elves are not afraid of the cold, and do not need to wear thick clothing, they are much lighter than us. I still don't think I'm going to lose to Thranduil after practicing most of the night. ”

"Our Majesty is still in a weak period, and he has no ability to withstand the cold winter, so it is estimated that he will not be able to fight. Not to be outdone, Vernorr grabbed the snow at hand and gave King Nader a snow-covered response. "But the woodland elves can fight on behalf of the king. ”

Seeing Vernor, who frolicked with the dwarves in snow, the sense of despair that had haunted him all night disappeared without a trace in the Elven King's body.

It is too much to give me no hope at all, and to have so much fun with the dwarves! If I despair any longer, won't you be happier? Not as you like! I want to put away all my despair and sadness at the moment when the sun rises, and continue to walk with my head up. Someday I'll make you mine!

The rekindled spirit of the elf king once again glanced angrily at the female elf who was wrestling with the dwarf not far away, and couldn't stop slandering: Why are you so close to the alien race and have nothing to do, I was just contacted by a few bold human girls, and now I have a hard time holding a glass of wine? It seems that it is necessary to improve the tolerance of strange creatures in the future, otherwise I really will not be able to pull her out of the alien encirclement.

He sniffled and asked the attendant to add another thick cotton coat to himself. The Elven King, wrapped in a heavy cotton robe, leaned towards the fire, and began to encourage himself in the cold wind mixed with snowflakes, despite the advice of his attendants to return to the dormitory.

Listen, Thranduil, you're good, at least for now, it seems that she won't have access to any better creatures than you. Although your identity disgusts her to the extreme, or may be the reason why she rejects you, the world is constantly changing, and even the former Vera Mirko can be defeated, and she, an ordinary elf, has no way to resist your enduring efforts. The battle of rage has been fought for 42 years, and you have only been working hard in this area for more than ten years, and it is normal that you have not gained any hope for the time being. Take out the unremitting spirit of the king, an ordinary elf is definitely less difficult than what you are doing now!

Moreover, you are the spirit of eternal life. If you don't give hope for more than ten years, you will inevitably get hope after hundreds of years of hard work. At worst, it will take thousands of years. Is time a problem for you? Swap your inexhaustible time for what you want most, and the deal doesn't lose at all! And most importantly, she doesn't reject you at all.

Thinking that he could finally get a hug from Vernor, the weak king, who was nestled in a thick cotton coat, smiled unconsciously. But when he looked up at the nearest attendant, his face became solemn.

"Go and call the advisor. The Elf King, who was wearing a heavy cotton robe and getting up with the support of his attendants, spoke in a tone full of majesty. "Tell her that she was not only called to take care of me, but also to report on the state affairs of the forest land. ”

In the eyes of the Wood Elf squire, the king's bad temper returned. Knowing that the consultant didn't rest all night in order to take care of him, he didn't even give the consultant a little time to relax. But the frost-faced Elven King obviously didn't give them the courage to say this, so they had to slow down as much as possible and walk towards the advisor.

In this way, Vernore was "cruelly" invited back to the palace by the words of the elf king. When she secretly looked at the elven king with some embarrassed eyes, the king with a serious expression began to communicate the battle with the dwarven king who had heard the news through the window.

"Judging from what you said, I don't see the problem for the time being, and there is no need to spend too much energy on the new formation now. Glancing at the Wood Elf attendants who had withdrawn one after another, Thranduil was not in a hurry to end the exchange with the Dwarf King, but said solemnly: "The most important and urgent thing now is to send additional spies to find out the situation of the enemy's escape. The dozen or so woodland spies I have set up to monitor are obviously not enough, and you should also choose some dwarven soldiers with good observation and concealment ability to go to the exit south of Mordor. ”

"Do you mean to send troops to quietly station at the exit of Mordor to the Norn Inland Sea, and record the number of fleeing enemy troops?" Seeing that the Elf King nodded his head and still had residual snow on his chest, Nader frowned and asked, "It's definitely no problem to send troops, but will the soldiers sent be too dangerous?"

"What's the danger of going to find out the enemy's situation and not letting them face it?"

Thranduil, who was so weak that he gasped for breath as soon as he spoke, calmed down for a moment before he began to answer Nader's doubts. He told the other party that the greatest task of the soldiers who were spying on the enemy was to hide themselves. And now that the siege is going on, the enemy army will definitely start the first to flee as the dwarves' large fighting machines begin to be erected one after another. The fleeing enemy forces have no intention of fighting, and only focus on whether they are fast enough. As long as you hide yourself with the help of the terrain, you can also observe the situation of Mordor's exit.