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Thinking of this, Merandil coughed lightly, and boldly asked the high-flying elf king, "You will personally fight today?"

"Of course. Do you think I'm going to greet the Emperor?" and after a cold reply, Thranduil said with a blank face in his reddened eyes, "Do what you should do." ”

Merandiel, who had nothing to say, couldn't figure out why the Elf King looked at him with resentment in his eyes the moment he turned to leave. In his opinion, everything was perfect and unexpected.

King Serdan will let the Imperial Army enter the war zone, not Rice City, the Dwarven King will cleverly arrange the Arno King's division in the middle of the war zone, so that the 20,000 human soldiers are surrounded by the dwarves, and of course, the most perfect thing is that Nader gives the alliance subordinates claiming to be from his own hands, but in fact it is the meaning of the Elven King. No living being would know the secret except the person concerned and Merandiel. The Elven King had informed Merandil of the Alliance's subordinates in advance, and King Nader was convinced of the Elven King's excuse.

The Elven King explained to the Dwarven King, "I have some bad past with the Human Emperor. lest he have unnecessary doubts, and even affect the progress of the coalition plan, you will say that the plan is yours. ”

How could Nader refuse such a trivial matter? He directly assigned the task to the top general of the dwarven race. With the thought that "if the mentor doesn't like the human emperor, I should also agree", Nader said to the dwarven generals: "Handle things with the generals on the human side." Otherwise, I will whip you 300 lashes according to the military order, understand?"

Serdan's sudden presence and Nader's cooperation did indeed make Thranduil very satisfied. And seeing that everything had been arranged, the Elf King deliberately avoided the arrangement of meeting with the Human Emperor in the name of going to war, and he was not hindered by anything. Although King Sedan, who learned of this arrangement, frowned and stopped talking, he did not say the words "to give the emperor a little face".

The past contact with the king of the woodland made the ship king realize that the pride of the son of Aurifel was imprinted in the depths of his soul. deliberately fought on the day of the arrival of the human emperor, completely because he didn't want to bow his cold and arrogant head in front of the human emperor. Anyway, there are not many creatures in the entire Zhongzhou that make him bow his head. The most important thing at the moment is to persuade the Emperor to agree to the coalition, and other small matters should be put aside.

The feeling that there were no creatures questioning his whereabouts was reassuring to Thranduil. The night before the arrival of the Human Emperor, the Elven King and King Sedan, who were in a good mood, finished their dinner and appeared in the tavern of the war zone to play a game of punishment with the dwarves. As he left the table, the drunken Elven King, though still walking steadily, was in a good mood and laughed at a few drunken dwarves for a while. But just a dream ruined all his good mood, and he couldn't stop resenting the sight of Merandil.

This dream, which was presented last night, has a beautiful beginning.

It was in the early morning in the forest, and at the beginning Thranduil found himself galloping on a white horse. Accustomed to the horned deer, he didn't care that his mount had changed, but he was so focused on driving his horse to the entrance of the woodland palace, and even the corners of his mouth involuntarily hooked up.

Afterwards, Thranduil believes that the dream was born because he missed the forest that gave birth to him and raised him. Even the woodland kingdom that appeared in his dreams was full of greenery, exactly the same forest he saw when he first walked out of the palace when he was a child. And what made him devote himself to his dreams was not only the thriving forest, but everything in his dreams.

He remembered that the first wood elf he met walked over quickly and took his horse, muttering in surprise, "Your Highness is back." ”

This long-lost title made Thranduil, who was sitting on his horse, pause. He looked at the wood elf leading the horse with the solemn look that the elf king always wore on his face, and repeated coldly: "Your Highness?"

"That's right. My Highness, the King and Queen have been waiting for you for a while. The beaming Wood Elf raised his head and replied, "Today is your coming of age." You won't forget, will you? The guests are all waiting for you to show up. ”

This sentence made Thrandil's eyes moisten instantly. He could barely remember how he had been huddled at the banquet, and he could barely remember where he had walked and completely thrown off all his disguises. All he remembered was running through the carved cloister and running straight to the two elves sitting in the main seating area, one on the left and one on the right.

"ADA, NANA......" In front of all the elves present, Thranduil threw herself directly into Orifer's arms. When he hugged the other party and refused to let go, and buried his head in his familiar chest for a long time, his mother's voice rang out in the slightly reproachful laughter of King Ou.

"Thurandier, how can you do something contrary to the elven manners in public?" the queen, who was so beautiful that even the stars lost her color, said with a smile: "Look at your ADA clothes are wrinkled." ”

The warm voice blamed little effect, but it drew a tearful Thranduil. When he sat at Queen Ou's feet, rested his head on her knees and began to rub constantly, King Ou's voice sounded in his ears: "They are all adults, and they are still like this." What do you want the elves at the banquet to think of you?"

I don't care what the other creatures think, I'm going to be willful in front of you!" Thranduil, who was not enough, took the initiative to grab his mother's hand and put it on his head. Although Queen Ou couldn't help but complain "this child", she gently began to stroke his blonde hair.

King Aurifel did not let the wayward prince enjoy it for long. Reaching out and gently patting the only son who had been whimpering in a low voice and looking extremely abnormal, Ou Wang reminded: "Okay. Don't forget that this is your coming-of-age feast, and you shouldn't be rude to the creatures who come to celebrate you. They have come from all over Middle-earth, and you should do your landlord's kindness. ”

Seeing that the only son was unmoved, but hugged his wife's legs tighter, King Ou had no choice but to make his face look stern. "Thrandil, are you planning to spend the next ten years in the palace reciting ancient books?"

Locked up in the palace and not allowed to go out, it is a common method for King Ou to deal with his only son. This is not a good thing for the joyful prince. The feeling of being lost and regained made Thranduil in his dreams reluctant to let go, and he did not want his future happiness to suffer from the imperfections in the palace.

So, Thranduil reluctantly let go of her mother. When he stood up and looked around, looking for the direction of the elven elders who should have thanked him first, he saw the most familiar blonde back.