Prince Noldor needed a quiet environment to think, but the Elven King, who came galloping on a deer, didn't give him the opportunity. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Thranduil put his hand on his shoulder as soon as he jumped off the deer.

"Isilde, I've got something to look for you." The Elven King's brows were furrowed, and the vertical lines between his eyebrows made his beautiful cheeks a little imperfect. "I didn't want to talk to you. But I'm so annoyed by your Linton officers in charge of soldier deployment! ”

"What soldier assignment?" Isilde, who had not yet emerged from the strange feeling, had no recollection of what he had done not long ago—personally dismissing the woodland officer who had asked for the cancellation of the transfer letter. He replied as a matter of course. "Is there a troop movement in Linton and the Woodlands?"

Soldiers and attendants hurried by, footsteps and conversations mingling with Thrandeil unable to calm her anger.

"Let's go in and talk." He increased the strength of his hand, and while pushing Isild into the king's tent, he lowered his voice to the lowest level, and whispered in the other person's ear: "This matter does not involve the state, it is my own business. I ......"

Thranduil could not say the rest of the words again. When he entered the king's tent, he saw the familiar great curtain. For more than six years, he had tried his best to make his king's tent appear like this. But now it's actually seen in the king's tent of Isild?

Thranduil only flickered for a moment, then threw off Isild and rushed quickly.

Before her hands touched the curtain, Thranduil bit her lower lip and whispered to herself that it must not be what I had imagined. With astonishing force, he ripped off the curtain of the bed. Due to the excessive force, the entire bed curtain slowly fell in front of the eyes. On the bed without cover, the blonde elf, who was half-seated with her back to him, subconsciously turned her head. She still held a needle and thread in her hand, and the other end of the thread was connected to the chest of the stars that Prince Noldor would soon wear on his body. She wore no hat or veil, and her beauty was completely exposed to Thrandil's eyes.

"Hahaha! What a heartwarming picture. Thranduil laughed angrily. Turning his head to look at the other bed on the side, he put his hand on the hilt of his saber and walked slowly towards Isild.

The moment he saw Thrandil, Vernor moved. She said, "It's not what you think," as she hugged the Elven King from behind. When he found that he had no way to stop the other party from moving forward with his own strength, he had no choice but to jump in front of Thranduil, kneeling and grabbing the sharp saber in his hand.

"Thrandil, it's really not what you think!" The sharp blade of the palm did not make Vernor feel the slightest pain, and she even felt a hint of joy when she found that her actions had stunned the Elven King. Lowering her voice, she looked at the other person and said, "You can't do that." You're the King of the Woodlands, he's the Crown Prince of Linton. ”

In fact, this is just to remind Thranduil that there is a world of difference between a sword and a private fist and kick. The impulse of the moment will turn the two allies against each other, and it will bring unforeseen disasters to the Woodland Kingdom and the final alliance. But in Thranduil's ears, it had another meaning.

"yes, he's Prince Linton. So you voluntarily chose the seemingly more powerful Isild? As soon as he said this, the Elf King's anger intensified.

I should have thought she was a power-hungry elf! Otherwise, she would not have removed her veil and bib and appeared in front of Prince Linton. It must have been the High King who had promised her something, so that the promise given to me would not be moved.

Thranduil twitched his saber slowly, numbly watching as blood slowly dripped from Vernor's hand. With a sneer, he mocked the anchor and said, "Let me guess what the High King promised you?" What is Linton's status as an advisor? Hahaha, it's also true that the Linton Kingdom advisors with the Rings of Wind and Fire are indeed better than the woodland advisors who have nothing. I really don't see that you are so greedy for power. ”

"You're right!" Vernor's expression changed to cold, but he held the saber in his hand tighter. The constant pain in her palm made her take a few deep breaths before her tone became cold: "What does the woodland compare to the Linton Kingdom?" Can you pull out your saber and make the woodland overtake Linton? You should know exactly what happened to Linton. Put away your saber and head back to the woodland barracks. At least when the woodlands have enough strength, it's not too late for you to bring your saber with you. ”

These words succeeded in causing Thranduil to grit his teeth and begin to turn the saber in his hand. When he began to humiliate the other party with more vicious words, Isilde, who had been completely ignored, finally couldn't help it.

"Thrandil, I won't let you say that about her!" Looking at the blood dripping from the ground, Isild raised his hand with the Ring of Wind and pointed at the Elven King: "She is my advisor and will be the future...... In a word! I will not allow you to insult her. Stop all your actions at once and go back to the woodlands, or don't blame me for not remembering the old love. ”

In Isilde's opinion, an elf who can take the Ring of the Wind in his hand at the first time will definitely not be greedy for power. His father would not be mistaken about the elves. What Vernorr said was just to make the Elf King retreat.

Prince Noldor's warning had no effect on the Elven King, only causing Vernorr to turn his head and look at him with begging eyes. The kind-hearted Isild was about to put down his hand, but was completely enraged by Thrandeil's even worse curses. He closed his eyes and activated the mana of the Ring of the Wind to bind the Elven King in mid-air, and completely separated him from the saber. The terrifying expression of the haughty Elven King imprisoned in mid-air by the wind made Isild happy, and when he found that Vernor had let go of his hand, he immediately invoked the power of the wind to slowly raise the saber, the tip of which was pointed directly at Thranduil's chest!

Although Vernor crawled to his side at the first time, he kept begging himself that the allies could not hurt each other. Isilde's anger rose again at the sight of the wound in her palm. Pushing the saber a little further towards the Elven King, Prince Noldor showed enough toughness for the first time.

Isild said word by word: "Your advisor must stay here forever for the sake of the Linton Kingdom, and I will give you the appropriate compensation for the Woodland Kingdom in the future." I ask you again, would you like to go back to the Woodland Military Palace immediately? ”

"Compensation?" A gloomy look replaced horror on the Forest King's face, and a wry smile appeared on his lips as he closed his eyes. "It has nothing to do with the country, she is precious to me as an individual and can never be sold. So...... Whatever you want. ”