"Who's this saber?"

"It was given to me by our leader, Hammidon. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Fnorr could no longer hold back the excitement in his heart, and asked in a trembling tone, "Where is your leader?"

The orc gasped and fainted.

Damn, why at this time? Vernorr rushed back to the king's tent, scrambling to find the emergency medicine Elrond had given him. In a panic, he accidentally touched the wine bottle on the table, and the sound of glass shattering caused two soldiers outside the tent to come in and take a look. It also brought Vernor to his senses.

I can't do that! If I continue to panic like this, I may lose the opportunity to learn the truth. She raised her hand to signal to the soldier that it was okay, and took a few deep breaths. After adjusting her mood, she quickly found medicine. After confronting the prisoner again, she gets the information she wants.

"Lord Hammidon is naturally in the Black Gate! he will lead countless orcs to kill you!"

Before returning to the king's tent, Thranduil thought of countless ways to comfort Vernor. He planned to take matters into his own hands and cut the orcs in front of all the forest elves. No, that's not enough. The meat is cut first, and then the best chef cooks it and throws it out of the tent for the sitting wolf to eat. Relieve the resentment in her heart, she should return to normal, right? Seeing her frown for a few days, Thranduil felt very depressed.

He entered the king's tent with brisk steps, but he saw a different kind of Vernore. The female elf in the gray felt hat was sitting on a chair with him on her back. He called out softly, but received no response.

What happened again? She didn't get any news from the hateful orc, or did the orc die in the cool form? The first time she saw Vernor, who was completely out of shape, Thranduil was a little at a loss, and she didn't dare to speak for a while

Swinging off the soldiers who had come to help him unarmour, he stood quietly and observed Vernor. He couldn't see her expression from her back, but he noticed that her tense shoulders began to move up and down slightly. A silver saber that was apparently placed on her lap reflected light in different parts as her body rose and fell. Thranduil thought for a long time before she was sure that Vernoll was crying silently!

She's crying! Thranduil only felt her heart being grabbed so hard that she couldn't breathe. He hurried forward, crouching in front of Vernor, babbling incoherently. "Don't be upset. I'll take you back to the forest tomorrow. Didn't you always want to go hunting? ”

The other party glanced at him coldly, changed his sitting position and continued to face him with his back.

"Hey...... Vernor. I'm really worried about you like this. He searched hard for all excuses to be relieved, only to find that he was inexperienced in this area. "Uh...... The forest elves are worried about you, too. Every elf I meet today, please comfort you. (If you don't say this, will you die?, do some dull female elf think that you care about the old elf because she is worried about her upset?)

Vernorr was slightly stunned. She thought of the elven condolence team that had been stopped by Edmund in the past few days. With worry on their kind faces, they tried to comfort themselves with the only possessions they could take. Of course, these possessions may be just a plate of freshly picked fruit, or they may just be a freshly braided belt. These adorable forest elves.

She moved slightly, taking advantage of the situation to wipe away the tears from her eyes, but her voice was still cold. "Are you idle? You've been practicing the latest formation all day, aren't you tired?"

"I ...... I'm a little tired. But I'd like to talk to you about it. Vernor, I want to share a little of your sorrow. ”

"What do I have to grieve?" the tense body quickly stood up and distanced itself from him. "If you want me to be better, please step out and let me be alone for a while. ”

Thranduil wanted to step forward, but was forced out of the tent by his cold eyes. When he found that he had been driven out of his tent again, the soldiers had returned to a serious demeanor of looking at the nose and the nose and the heart. The poor soldiers heard nothing, but they saw the king step by step out of the tent gate, stepping on his cloak as he stepped back, and almost fell.

Is there a ghost in the tent?' thought one soldier.

The advisor didn't bring orcs, the king wasn't scared out by the advisor's cruelty!" thought the other soldier.

Thranduil circled around the tent a few times and called a soldier. "Go anywhere and bring me a chair. Don't alarm the other elves. In line with the scoundrel mentality of "if you don't let me in, I'll blow the wind here until I die," he sat in a dark corner by the tent door, stretching out his ears to listen to the movements inside, and from time to time glancing at the soldiers stationed outside the tent, so as to knock them not to listen, not to look, not to speak.

When the faint moonlight cast a long shadow on the drowsy king's ground, there was finally movement in the tent. After the sound of dense metal friction sounded, Vernor, dressed in military uniform, lifted the curtain. In just a few moments, she was already running some distance with her extreme agility.

In a panic, Thranduil, who got up and brought the chair down, was about to sprint with all his might, but saw Vernor stop not far away. She turned and walked back with her head down, and turned around without taking a few steps. After repeating this, he finally sat on the ground with his face covered and covered his face.

She's restraining herself!

Vernore clearly knew that if he went to the Black Gate now, let alone kill the orc leader Hammidon, he might not even see him, and he would be divided by the beasts. But another voice inside her was saying, "Go to the Black Gate, go kill the orc who holds the Okpa's relic." Otherwise, how can you be worthy of Okpa, because of the hurt you have suffered?

Maybe I can find another way?In a trance, a blonde male elf stood silently beside him, wearing silver armor and carrying the sharpest saber of the Great Green Forest. Most importantly, his goal is the same as his own - Kuromon.

He was asking himself, "Are you going to leave me without saying a word?"

She put away all her emotions and stood up firmly. "I will always be with you, Your Majesty. ”