The guilt that had finally been suppressed was all stirred up by Nader's words, and the elven king, who had received reinforcements from the defense of the Luolin, had no choice but to cover up his cheeks that were slightly flushed with guilt by lowering his head and drinking. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Thrandil, this play is really playful. The banner of justice not only deceived Vernor, but even the fearful Lady Galadriel came around, and almost the entire clan of dwarves were dispatched. When the matter is done, they will be able to guess the truth about the siege of Mordor sooner or later, and how will they forgive themselves when the time comes? Unfortunately, the Lyndon Kingdom did not ask to join, otherwise it would not have ended at all.

Thrandil, you must not do this in the future, and you must not alarm the whole clan in order to achieve your own goals!

Unfortunately, it didn't take long for King Serdan to completely destroy Thrandil's last chance with a letter requesting to enter the war. King Linton, who was thousands of miles away, received the news that the Elven King was surrounding Mordor for a dozen woodland children, and immediately dropped the tools in his hand to change into his battle robe. When the Noldor officials began to argue about whether or not to go to war, King Serdan's letter requesting to join the Elven King had already been delivered.

It's too much fun! In front of the messenger eagle, Thranduil, who had read the letter, tried his best to suppress his desire to go crazy. The corners of his mouth twitched and asked the giant eagle to speak on his behalf.

"It's just a little Mordo, and it's enough to have me. If King Serdan wants to come to my aid, he will deny my strength. To deny my strength is to look down on the woodland kingdom, and to look down on the woodland kingdom is to ...... Let's ask King Sedan, to carry out the instructions given by Vilau Omu. ”

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On the night after the Dwarven Legion arrived in the war zone, Merandil took off his patched civilian clothes and changed into a helmet that he hadn't touched in eight years.

I don't know how many creatures have been stained with the blood of the battle, the helmet is still strong, and Merendil knows that it is the result of his wife's careful care. After changing into armor, Melendil smiled at his wife, who was putting her daughter to sleep, and walked out of the humble house lightly. By the time he arrived at the Elven King's camp with dozens of human cavalry, the two kings of Lonely Mountain and Woodland were discussing the first round of tactics with their tents closed.

It is a bit reluctant to say that the discussion is a bit reluctant, because the pace of the war is basically set by the elf king, and Nader, who has not participated in actual combat, definitely trusts the elf king.

"Spend three months in order, another three months to re-line, and then start familiarizing the soldiers with your long-range attack equipment that you haven't used in a long time. Shaking his head dissatisfied, Thranduil raised his chin and muttered softly, "The current soldiers are not in good discipline. I saw it when I was doing a joint military exercise with your father. As for Mordor, the long-range attack equipment kept bombing, and then divided the cavalry into several groups, and called for battle in front of the Mordor Gate 24 hours a day. ”

The long-range attack equipment handed down from his ancestors alone is enough, and he has to endure the provocation of the dwarven cavalry for 24 hours? Fortunately, a few melodious horns were heard that Nader quickly pulled himself out of his fantasy.

"This is the trumpet sound of humanity sending greetings to allies and also meaning convergence. "Hearing the trumpets that had been heard so often at the Battle of the Last Alliance eight years ago, the Elven King's eyes lit up, and he got up and walked out quickly. When Nader reacted and chased after him, he saw Merandil, dressed in scratched armor, leading his horse towards the Elven King, surrounded by dozens of human cavalrymen who were leading the horses together.

To Nader's bafflement, the leading human will make an exchange of salutes with the Elven King, which has absolutely nothing to do with the king. As they stood in front of each other, they first looked at each other, then laughed and touched each other's shoulders and arms. With the crisp sound of the solid shoulder helmets colliding, the Elven King didn't give Nader a chance to ask questions for the time being. He sighed in a cheerful voice mixed with pride, "You still feel more intimate in your armor." ”

"I can always see you in my dreams surrounding the Ballard Plains. When cautiously touching the Elven King's arm, Melandil said with some self-deprecation: "Actually, I don't know the details of Ballard's siege at all, only that the siege lasted for six years. The things in my dreams are all my own imagination. ”

"I want to know your grandfather's richness on the battlefield? I'll find time to tell you slowly. After performing the strange etiquette, Thranduil patted Merandiel on the shoulder and said to Nader, "This is my former comrade-in-arms, King Merandil of Gondor. What? What strange etiquette do you ask us? It's not etiquette, it's just the kind of greeting that soldiers like to use with their comrades of other races during the Battle of the Last Alliance. ”

"The soldiers used this strange physical contact to express interracial hatred, and even the holy elves did not reject this greeting gift. Although the leaders of the various ministries have not used it, they have seen a lot. We just tried it too. Seeing that Nader looked at him with respect in his eyes, Merandil patiently explained to the Dwarf King. "The wisdom of ordinary soldiers amazed all the generals. You must know that this unwritten greeting gift, in addition to expressing closeness to comrades-in-arms, can also lightly realize whether the person who broke the encounter is friend or foe - the participating beings who are not the 'last ally' have no way of knowing the unwritten greeting gift, let alone how to respond. ”

"You've fought here with King Thrandil?"

Nader, who was completely unaware of King Gondor's forbearance for a few years, felt that the human king in front of him was more than friendly and not powerful enough. It is difficult for a creature with too much affinity but no power to become a good general, because it must be cruel to the enemy, otherwise it will be cruel to itself. So Nader was skeptical that the merciful Merandil could appear on the same battlefield as the Elven King.

"We've fought together. But not on the same battlefield. During that time, I was fighting in the secondary battlefield of Micheng. Subconsciously looking at the gate of Mordor, Melendil sighed: "Not all generals have the ability to lead troops into Mordor and besiege Sauron's army for six years. Not every general who kills Mordor can walk out like the Elven King. ”

"I wouldn't have been able to get out without those heroic leaders. All the generals who died in the 'Last Alliance Campaign' were superior in ability and character to the living warriors. The Elven King, who was also looking at the gate of Mordor, sighed in a deep voice, "It was they who used death to win a chance for us to survive. ”

The Dwarven King knew that the Elven King's father had also died in the Battle of the Last Alliance. In order not to let the two kings continue to be swallowed by the sad atmosphere, he hurriedly changed the topic.