"Why. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info Why don't they listen to me?"

Master Devon reached out to support the crumbling Thrandil as he said it all. He stared at the slow-moving woodland king. As soon as the king master walked out of this area, the real power of the woodland king master would fall into the hands of others, and he was so anxious that he was full of cold sweat, and casually replied, "Because you are not the king yet, Your Highness." ”

A string of sounds, more muttered than the sound of horses' hooves, came slowly approaching from a distance. As the distance closes, the hoofs become louder. The approaching team subconsciously stopped and looked up into the distance. I saw that the two huge earth antlers in the dust were swaying up and down slightly rhythmically, and there seemed to be something stuck on the antlers.

"It's the Dome Deer!" shouted the sharp-eyed elf.

"What's on the antlers? Oh my God! It's the king's scepter. All the forest spirits subconsciously knelt on their knees to greet the king's scepter and the deer, which represented the spirit of the forest. Thranduil, on the other hand, saw only a blood-stained silver mask and blue eyes.

Vernorr drove the deer to Thrandil's side, took the power stuck in the antlers, and knelt on one leg in front of him as soon as he landed. She held the scepter in both hands and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, please!"

The prince of the woodland in front of him was motionless, looking at her with wide eyes. With his last breath, Vernor stood up on one leg and handed the heavy scepter to Thrandil's chest: "Take it, you can do anything!"

Her vision blurred, and as soon as her hand loosened, she could no longer support her heavy bow, and fell to the side.

Thranduil completed his coronation in a daze. I have to say that this coronation is very shabby compared to the king. But the effect was surprisingly successful. The Elven High King Jill and King Arnorr were forced to issue a truce for a day to defend only to celebrate the birth of a new king of the Great Green Forest.

They don't want to do this, but they know that in the current situation, it is impossible to think about overstepping the bounds. At the moment when the Dome Deer appeared with the scepter, all the Siver Elves believed that it was the will of the forest. In fact, not only the woodland elves, but even the Lorrain elves also came spontaneously, saying that they were watching the ceremony, but in fact they wanted to see with their own eyes the appearance of the dome deer being tamed. Even the dwarves and humans, who were good at scheming and unstoppable, did not say a word - when it came to the ability to judge the situation, the elves were definitely no match for them. Humans and dwarves, who had been very active before, and who had been secretly intertwined among the elves and shouted from time to time, had been hinted at and quietly withdrew from the troops.

He saw it all in his eyes. Thranduil's eyes rolled slightly, and he fixed his gaze on the back of Lord Devon, who was on his left front, pulling the reins.

Dewen reversed the depressed appearance just now, and led the deer around with a swagger. His new king, Thrandil, who sat on the deer and held the power in his hand, looked in the direction of the tent and urged him to hurry up and lead the deer to the tent.

"Three more turns and then I'll be back. Lord Devon smirked, and raised his head to the humans and dwarves watching the ceremony, and secretly praised the messenger who had brought the deer at the right time. She fainted before she could say how to command the deer, but didn't she give him a chance to sneak away with the king to his heart's content. Had it not been for his resourcefulness, which saw at a glance that the king on the deer did not command the deer at all, and hastened up to help pull the reins, there would not have been such a perfect moment.

Thinking that the king, who had not dared to move after getting on the deer, was now completely in his own hands, Lord Devon could not help but turn back to Thranduil and said, "Do you want to stop turning ten times?"

In response to him, if his eyes were lethal, he had died countless times with sharp blue eyes.

It didn't feel good to ride the dome deer for the first time. Thranduil jumped off the deer, touched his sturdy antlers, and walked briskly towards the king's tent. When he reached the tent, he lingered.

From time to time, Elrond's soft voice characteristic of his patients could be heard from inside the tent, but there was nothing he wanted to hear. Thranduil knew that he only had to take a few steps to meet the creature he wanted most, but he suddenly did not have the courage to lift the curtain.

Who knows what awaits him behind the tent curtain? Is there really a creature who is so different from the dwarves and humans that willingly hands the dome deer and the heavy scepter to him?

"Tell me what happened in the royal city during my absence. ”

Where there is Elrond, it always makes people feel like spring, just like when Elrond was practicing medicine. Coupled with Vernor's own ability to adjust, the healer and the wounded were all hurt in the process of treatment, and they were stunned by the attendants in the king's tent. Even Elrond didn't expect that when he slowly cut the ulceration from the wound with a delicate knife, the injured person only accentuated the sound of attraction.

"Hey. Dear Healer, if you could be a little faster, maybe my patience time could be greatly shortened?"

Elrond glanced at the wounded's gloved, tightly torn hand at the sheet, and sped up. "Letting the healer relax will be good for healing. You know that, it seems that you get hurt a lot?"

"Not really. Vernor took a heavy breath and increased the force on his hand. "I was seriously injured only twice. But my dear ...... He was sick for a month. I've taken care of it by my side, and I know a little bit. It seems like it will take a long time for my injuries to recover after they are treated?"

The wise Elrond has read countless diseases, but he does not often meet people who are in the right medical treatment. Positive cooperation is what the healer wants to see the most, and it is easiest to be happy, so Elrond sighed without any psychological burden. "It's not as optimistic as you think this time, poor patient. ”

He pointed to the wound on Fnorr's right leg where the broken bone could be seen, and said bluntly: "The dome deer is a miraculous animal, and its hooves can produce special liquids that make the plants in its pass bear strange fruits. Unfortunately, this liquid is good for plants, but like poison for elves. It's slowly soaking deep into your bones, and I can't keep it clean. Also, it's traveling along your bones at breakneck speed. ”

Vernorr believes he is not alarmist. She felt the wetness as the deer's hooves stepped on her right leg. It's just that the great pain made her ignore the subtle feelings. Worried, she let go of her hand and pulled at the sheets. "Please tell me the worst. ”

"I can't answer you right now. Elrond turned and put the knife back on the tray and picked up a large pair of scissors that were still wet with blood. "Cut open the robe and see how it is elsewhere before I can tell you the worst. ”

The curtain was violently lifted, and Thranduil burst in with incredible speed, reaching out to block Elrond's hand holding the scissors.

He glared at Elrond and said word by word, "Let go of that pair of scissors and let me come." ”