Gilgalad's eyelids jumped, and he subconsciously looked at the location of the middle of the battlefield on the map. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are less than 10,000 strong orcs left, and half-orcs have become the main force on the battlefield. Using the mobility of the cavalry to break up the formation of the orcs and relieve the pressure on the frontline is very advantageous, but it is true......

"It's too dangerous. I have to remind you, Honorable High King. Thranduil tapped the middle of the map with his large gem-sized index finger, and the rustiness in his tone felt like he was talking to a creature he had met for the first time. The great Anarion has died heroically for justice. I don't want to say anything bad about him. ”

The cause of Anarion's death was the unanimous ban on all the creatures of the Last Alliance. This great general may have lost his patience in the course of a long battle, or he may have lost his fighter planes at that time. In a situation that was not foolproof, he gave up the bow and arrow advantage of the Númenorians' powerful attack power, and chose to lead his team to take the initiative, but died in ambush. The Numenorian army, which had lost its commander, lost control for a while, causing a gap in the formation and nearly ruining the Ballard siege strategy. However, with the fall of the great general, all living beings have only admiration and regret for Anarion, and there is no blame.

Finding that the High King was staring in the direction of his finger, apparently agreeing with his own thoughts, Thranduil was overjoyed, but his face became even more solemn. He looked up at the creatures around him, and said in a tone that sounded a little indifferent, "For the sake of the woodland kingdom that has come from the country, and for the safety of the woodland children, I don't want any more problems with the formation. It's a pity that the woodland is now only full of archers, and there are not many of them. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind leading the soldiers and becoming a support force for the Assault Cavalry. ”

"The cavalry command of the army of Númenóre is given to you for the time being." The High King, who was already in a cold sweat on his forehead, decisively raised his hand with the Ring of the Wind, and looked at the Human Emperor Elendir, but actually said to Thrandil: "The safety of the charging cavalry is entrusted to you. ”

Regarding the command of the army of Númenor, the two elven kings had their own selfish motives.

The High King feared for his son's safety, and knew that Vernor had been incorporated into the cavalry, and Thranduil would do everything in his power to ensure her safety. The High King was sure that King Thranduil was the most suitable general to ensure the safety of the cavalry, so he did not hesitate at all.

As for the Elven King, he wasn't particularly worried about Vernor's safety. From the moment he got his hands on the Mithril Helmet, he knew that no matter how fierce the battle was, Vernor's life would not be in danger. His selfishness lies in the fact that in order to capture Hanmidon alive among all enemies, it is not enough to rely on the strength of the woodlands. He would not be stupid enough to mobilize the woodland army out of the designated war zone because of his own selfish desires, so that the woodland kingdom would be criticized.

All in all, this decision made both elf kings very satisfied. They each looked at each other with a worried smile, and such an action was seen by the human emperor Elendir, so he could only frown and agree.

No living creature can understand how depressed Thrandil is. It took him almost all his strength to smile at the High King in front of Elendil.

Thranduil thought: If it was himself 6 years ago, he would go up and grab the Supreme King's neckline and punch him hard, right? Or even put a saber on the neck of the High King, so that he could understand what it would cost to distract his female elf at will? But I'm not the Prince of the Green Forest 6 years ago anymore.

"Tell me how you're going to use the Numenorian army to keep the cavalry safe." After the meeting ended, the High King left Thrandir alone. Still a little uneasy, he said to Thranduil, who was looking down at the map with his back to him: "You know, their bows and arrows are more powerful than the cavalry, but the archers will definitely not be able to participate in the timely rescue in terms of mobility. ”

"It's just responsible for the safety of the Noldor cavalry, and you don't need too much strength!" Deliberately pretending to turn to look at the map, Thranduil clung to the edge of the wooden table, making sure that his tone did not reveal his true mood. "I make sure that my son's cavalry is always within range of the Númenórean bow and arrow—the Númenórean cavalry also wields bows and arrows, so they are not afraid of any sudden danger. What's more, in an emergency, the cavalry can also quickly complete the act of charging and rescuing. ”

There was no doubt on either side. The Supreme King was glad that he had arranged the most suitable support team for his son, and the elven king in pain also frowned a little because he had obtained the most indispensable force for the plan he had been planning for five years. When the High King and the Elven King left one after the other, and several of the attendants in charge of cleaning the tent came in to clean the tent as usual, with their cleaning tools, the attendants who cleaned up the table let out an exclamation.

"Which great general did this?" He opened his mouth and pointed to the edge of the tabletop where the map was still covered, and shouted, "Such a hard table can also pinch handprints." How much power does this take? ”

An older squire walked over and glanced at it, and said with certainty, "It was the Elven King who stood in this position at that time. Maybe the elven king, who hasn't been on the battlefield for a long time, is going to fight, so try his strength with this? ”

Then you shouldn't pick the last alliance's most expensive and only table that isn't broken.

Everyone looked at the sunken desktop, and couldn't help but think of the Black Gate Expulsion Battle, and Qi Qi suppressed this sentence in their hearts. Only the official of the Dengdan, who was in charge of the management of the last Confederate items, knew about it, and said in a very small voice: "It is better to expect the rich king of the woodlands to understand the poverty and hunger of the Confederate army, than to count on Sauron to surrender on his own initiative......"

The first thing the wealthy Woodland King did when he returned to the camp was to give the Dwarven Kingdom a large order. 2 hard shields of strange structure and 1,000 new sets of Númenorian cavalry equipment. The newly ordered equipment was exactly the same as that worn by the Numenorian cavalry now, but half a yard larger than the original. In this regard, the Elven King said, "On such a cold day, let the soldiers wear an extra piece of clothing under the armor." ”

The Dwarven Trade Officer wanted to warn that it shouldn't just be length. But in the face of the cold eyes of the elf king, he could only swallow the words into his mouth. Feeling the Elven King's concern for the Numenor cavalry, the dwarven officials sent all the built equipment within half a month with an iron fist after returning home, and did not ask for an extra penny of expedited fees. Although the Elven King was very dissatisfied with the design of the shield when he handed over the equipment, he smashed a shield in front of the dwarven officials, but it still did not affect the respect of the dwarven officials.