The Noldor cavalry abandoned the order to rescue the Elven King, and it was only issued by Isild after the Númenorian cavalry was repulsed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although he was very annoyed with Thranduil, in terms of racial sentiment and personal relations, Isild chose to help the mad Elven King, but the Noldor cavalry was not impregnable. When he discovered that the Elven King had lost control of Nomenor's main cavalry, and that the Orc Leader was leading the enemy closer to the Elven King, Isild knew that the tide was turning.

Looks like I don't have a chance to beat you up with my own hands. After impaling a half-orc beside him, Isild raised his hand and gave the order to abandon the rescue. His order did not call back the dozen or so Noldor cavalrymen who had been at Thrandil's side - they were soldiers of the High Prince's own family, and their only objective was to protect the prince's advisors.

Seeing another Noldor cavalry beside him fall to his knees and leave this world forever, Vernorr couldn't hold back any longer. She barely squeezed to the Horned Deer with her saber and shouted at the Elven King. "You're crazy!"

I knew it would always get you!

After one of the two orcs around him was killed by a straight waist, Thranduil laughed twice: "I knew that I was going to die, and I received the order to give up the rescue, didn't you retreat?

"I'm crazy, but an elf, how many wood elves have you lost your support?" Fnorr stepped on the orc on the ground, and pulled out the saber with all his might. She looked up at the white-skinned orc, who was getting closer and closer with a heavy weapon with a wicked smile, and took two steps back to lean against the horned deer. But he didn't expect that at the same time that the horned deer was hacked to death by the enemy, the orcs around him retreated farther away, forming a barrier separating the elf king from the front-line warriors. It seems that Hammidon wants to fight alone with the Elf King on the chaotic battlefield?

"There are more orcs wounded 30 yards in front of the left. Mobilize the cavalry that is gathered in front of you, and break through from there. Clenching the saber in his hand, Vernor let out a long sigh. "Thank you for attracting the enemy, and before Hamilton comes, let's go. ”

What she didn't say was: I'm running out of strength, and I hope I can hold out until you leave.

"Do you think you can expect a thousand cavalry to break through the barrier of nearly 10,000 orcs?" Thranduil rolled on the ground, and when he stood side by side with Vernor, the saber of the king of the woodlands had been broken into two blades. "The white-skinned guy is not easy to deal with, and you can't capture him alive on your own. ”

"Who said I was going to capture him alive?!" Furnor yelled anxiously, "I killed him enough, what about you? Nearly 10,000 Silvan elves rely on your protection, how many enemies do you have to kill to be able to do this!"

When he was angry, Vernoll wore a mask at the beginning, and his eyes were slightly staring at the tail of his eyebrows, which added a hint of heroism, which also made Thranduil even more impressed. He curled the corners of his mouth and smiled wickedly at Vernor, who was about to push him away, and slashed the rope from the horned deer as he turned to dodge him. The moment the huge shield that lost its fulcrum landed, the saber in his hand was already sheathed.

"You're not going to capture him alive, then let me do it. Smashing a shield at Hamilton a few paces away, Thranduil swooped down on Vernor, meeting the flying arrow with his arm.

With his other hand, he pulled up his shield and placed it over himself and the stunned Vernor. With a cry of "If you don't want to die, hold me tight", the woodland "cavalry" that had been assembled received an order from the elven king to rain arrows.

Hanmidon never dreamed that the bow and arrow skills of the Númenorian cavalry were the same as those of the elves, and even the bows and arrows used were the same as those of the wood elves. Despite the chaos of the battle, in order to have enough space and time to fight alone with the Elven King, he transferred some of the troops that were attacking the main infantry of the Elves and had already gained the upper hand. Thousands of cavalry could not break through the barrier of the orcs, and even if the elf king defeated himself, he would only be torn apart by the orcs.

Hamilton was proud of this arrangement.

The cavalry around the Elven King were killed or wounded, leaving only one Noldor female elf who was still active, and Hammidon sent the orcs back outside the encirclement. When he noticed that the cavalry in the distance was beginning to assemble, he even let out a smug laugh - anyway, the assembled cavalry rushed over and died in vain.

However, when the assembled cavalry put their swords back into their scabbards and took their bows and arrows from their horses, a cold man appeared on Hammidon's head. However, he soon found a reason to comfort himself, the Elven King was in the same position as himself, and he did not believe that the Elven King would be willing to die with him. The fact is that the rain of arrows did appear a moment after the shield fell.

He had no choice but to take the shield thrown by the enemy and cover himself. At the moment when the sound of the bow and arrow disappeared, he was still intoxicated with shock, and at the same time that the shield on his body was lifted, the elf king and the Noldor female elf with a poisoned arrow in their left arm waved their hands at the same time, and great pain came from their limbs.

"It's a good idea to cut off his limbs. Just why don't you just cut it off?"

The Elf King didn't even look at Hammidon, turned his head and replied, "I'm afraid I'll die of too much blood loss." He only cared about tying the chains that had been wrapped around his legs around his belt. Then unfold the heavy piece of iron behind the shield, which is well-made and clings to the deck. Buckled around him with the Noldor elf.

Hamilton, who was not stupid, found that the piece of iron buckled on his body seemed to be custom-made for himself.

More than just the shield, he discovered a strange thing. Obviously, it was the elf king who was injured, but the female elf seized all kinds of opportunities to wipe her eyes, as if she was the one who was injured. The most rare thing is that Zong Shi has been crying, but the speed of his movements has not slowed down at all. After deducting the shield without saying a word, he tried it carefully to confirm that the shield would not fall.

Hammidon, who was covered under a huge shield, certainly wouldn't see it, and Vernor, dressed in the Noldor helmet, didn't hesitate to hug the Elven King lying on the ground a few seconds before the orc stormtroopers arrived. She had to hold on to death to keep both herself and Thranduil under the shield. At first, he stretched out his shield and pulled the orc's hand, but he was hit by two arrows after another wave of bows and arrows. Thranduil gritted her teeth so that her arm would not let go from the pain of the wound.

"Why? Why do you do this?" asked Vernor, choked on the way back to the Confederates. There was more important things to do later, and she wanted to know the answer in a short time.

With two long arrows stuck in his arms, he still had to hold on to the chained orc, and the double pain made Thrandil's expression distort slightly. It took a great deal of effort to calm his tone, and then he gave a plausible answer: "Vernor, I love you." ”