Last night, even a living being could see that Thranduil, who had come against the setting sun, was covered in thorns. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He didn't say anything, nor did he look at any living beings, but he exuded a dangerous aura of "no one should approach". When he rode the dome deer through the neatly arranged royal divisions and went straight to the Black Gate, even Dewen didn't have the courage to go up and stop him.

It was already night, and it was the time when Sauron's army was at its most powerful, and who knew if the black gate, which had been closed for a long time, would suddenly open? Such a risky move by the king of the woodland made all the forest elves who did not dare to speak or move suspense. Fortunately, the king's dome came to rest about 100 yards from the Black Gate.

Thranduil rolled over and dismounted, and fell directly to the ground. He pressed his ears against the ground, and when his eyes were closed, the discomfort of the sand was ignored. As he drove all the sounds out of his senses, the breeze that caressed it did well to carry the faint stench of the air down the tip of his graceful nose and into his mind. The dark world began to change slightly after closing his eyes, first with the sound of a seemingly heavy thump, getting closer and closer, then with the burning furnace and the patches of strong orcs in heavy helmets. Thranduil silently repeated the time when the Black Gate had fallen silent, and his gaze began to rise, so that he could directly look down on all the enemies.

"500,000?!" he exclaimed softly.

Admittedly, some talents are innate. Some creatures are born with skills that humans do not possess, and the King of the Woodlands has succeeded in making all the forest soldiers aware of his mind from the moment he comes into contact with the soldiers, and has an extremely sensitive war mind. His estimate was not far off, and on the day the Black Gate opened again, there were really 500,000 enemies rushing towards him.

The Last Alliance currently numbered less than 100,000 and had only a third of its soldiers stationed at Hermon. If any living creature knows that he will have the fate of 30,000 against 500,000, he will choose to flee, but the king of the great green forest will not. When he returned to the formation and saw his own royal tent from afar, he thought of "the green forest lasts forever".

Strafing the woodland master exposed to the moonlight, he gently manipulated the dome deer to the officials with a light tiptoe.

"Go and call all the elves from the original cultivation department and dig a deep pit for me here. "This strange order was naturally not understood by the officials, but it was carried out quickly. When all the elves of the Cultivation Department waited in front of him with tools to listen to orders, he saw a familiar face.

"Miranda, it's nice to see you here. He sat on the deer and bent slightly, and whispered to Miranda, "Do you know how big an orc is?"

Miranda, who almost lost the punishment of eternal life, can finally face the golden jade in front of her relatively calmly. She nodded, and added, "I've seen it from afar, and I don't dare to confirm it, Your Majesty." ”

"That's it. The smile that made her willing to give up her eternal life reappeared, but the words that came out were chilling. "Use the orcs as seeds, and prepare a pit that can hold 5,000 seeds. I want to see it before sunset tomorrow, can I do it?"

Miranda clenched the shovel in her hand and nodded affirmatively.

"By the way, don't forget to leave me a passage where the deer can walk without feeling narrow. ”

Whatever you want, I will definitely do it. When he wanted to take another look at the cheek engraved in his heart, the dome deer had already walked up to the official.

Miranda stepped forward with a shovel, but didn't know how to shovel it. How long, how deep, the king didn't tell himself at all. As if knowing what she was thinking, Thranduil on the Dome turned to her and chuckled at her, raising a hand to make a mark in the air.

It turned out to be a pit as long as the road to Kuromon, and the king was still as cute as he was when he was a prince, and he could play games on the battlefield. The fears of war that had been in place for months vanished in this moment, and Miranda happily ran to the very edge of the road and landed the first shovel.

"I don't think Lord Devon would ask why he did this, would he?" Thranduil broke his silence when he saw the elves of the Cultivation Department draw a satisfactory outline of the land. "I'll keep your punishment for now, and now I have more important things to do with you. ”

He rolled over and dismounted from the deer, and handed the reins into Devin's hands. "In the most high-profile way, in a way that all the creatures of the Last Alliance can see. Give the Deer to the High King, my saber to King Arnoor, and my best armor to Anarion, the chief of Nomenor. ”

The deer, who had already changed its owner once, was obviously not satisfied, and wanted to change another creature to control itself. No matter how hard Dewen pulled the reins, the dome deer still didn't move. Thranduil walked over and tried to reach for its mouth. The huge antlers crooked in disdain, and when he felt embarrassed and was about to withdraw his hand, the pink tongue touched his hand.

Thranduil laughed, patted the deer on the neck and whispered, "Go and put on a show, I'll be back soon." Seeing the departure of Yijing and Yilu, he knew that he could finally enjoy the only warmth.

"Maybe I should not see her again. Thranduil frowned, and walked back to the king's tent step by step, bracing his heavy armor. Then he saw Vernor, with her blonde hair and a shy expression, and a male elf's hand was rubbing the bruises on her neck. That hand, belongs to Elrond.

This is a rare moment when the Elven King's anger triumphs over reason. If Elrond wasn't fast enough, Thranduil's blade at the waist stabbed not on the table, but into Elrond's chest. The last ally, Lord Rivendell, herald of the High King's resignation? Thranduil had no scruples at this moment.

When he returned from throwing the finest bottle in Elrond's medicine chest outside the tent and smashing it, thinking that his mood had calmed down, Vernor's words succeeded in provoking the wrath of the king of the woodlands.

"I voluntarily removed my mask and hat, none of Elrond's business. ”

This fairy, who is amazing when she is smart, and who wants to tear her apart when she is stupid, thinks that all my actions at this moment are because she thinks Elrond forced her to remove her hat and hood?Thranduil wanted to rush forward, grabbed her shoulders and shook her wildly, and told her in the loudest voice, You are mine, you must be mine. The purple mark on the neck of the target of the attack allowed him to regain all his sanity in time.

He looked at the big beautiful blue eyes with resentment, and silently explained himself. I am the king of the woodlands, rich in forests, and I can have more beautiful High Elves than you whenever I want. Let this be over, before you discover my mind. Leng Jun climbed up his face, with a sneer, and his tone was cold to a certain extent.