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This proposal had the effect of throwing bricks and stones, and all the creatures began to carry forward their additional proposals, causing a lot of commotion on the scene. Thranduil glanced at the untouched curtain of the bed again, and began to give the order to evict the guests.

"You can discuss the details separately. I don't have to get up in the morning tomorrow to fight, but I'm tired. He raised his hand and motioned for the spirits to stand down, leaving only Dewen.

Dewen, who had followed out, could not see the king's face clearly in the darkness. In the starless night, the king's voice was cold, but there was a sense of relief that could not be concealed. "I thought you would persuade me. ”

"Will you regret your decision?"

"Of course not. Thranduil's eyes were fixed in the direction of the Black Gate, but he remembered what King Aurifel had said. "It's my own decision, and I will face it calmly no matter what the consequences are. ”

"In that case, we would only like to be a helper. ”

Thranduil gently lifted the curtain of the bed, but did not see the blue eyes. The mask was half-hidden, his eyes were closed, and a slightly smiling face was imprinted into his field of vision.

Did she sleep so deeply during the noise just now?Thranduil quickly replayed everything that had happened today, and now that she thought about it, the blonde elf sleeping on the bed had done a lot today. With a chuckle, he carefully pulled out the red leaf still in Vernor's hand, gently removed the half-concealed mask, and withdrew from the curtain.

Four soldiers who had been ordered to bring extra beds were barricaded by the king, and the king barricaded the doorway. The noble king, who was covering his hands with the iron armor that made a noise from his robe, said in a barely inaudible voice, "Be quiet. ”

A truce for the sake of studying a perfect strategy does not mean that the creatures on the battlefield will enjoy the flowers and the moon, and drink and talk lightly. Although the oppressive atmosphere was somewhat relieved by a brief truce, the soldiers were busy training and recuperating from their wounds, the king of the woodland kingdom was busy practicing the latest formations and participating in tactical workshops, and the wise Elrond was busy instructing the sick.

"Even if you give me more turtle spirits, out of the responsibility of a healer, I will not give you the medicine you want. Elrond looked at the shiny black particles in Vernor's palms and swallowed. "Speaking of the turtle spirit's medicinal materials, where did you get them?"

"Let's not talk about that. Just a day and a half, how's that?" Fnorl poured the turtle spirit in his hand onto the table, and took out a small bottle of white liquid from his pocket and shook it. "Toad pulp, honorable lord. Don't you really want it?"

Elrond involuntarily walked over at the sight of the white liquid. He pressed his hand to the table, preventing it from uncontrollably picking up the vial. "A day and a half...... Tell me what I'm going to do. I think about it. ”

"Alas, I underestimated your self-control. In the face of such a rare medicinal herb, you can still refuse me. Slightly disappointed, Vernor put everything away and limped out. "You won't help me, so I'll just go. ”

Elrond, who hurriedly stepped forward to stop the other party, still took the time to mourn for Thrandil's sadistic spirit. To deal with such a powerful female elf, in Elrond's opinion, it is purely seeking abuse.

"Well, I promise you. Under the other party's eyes full of joy, he snatched the turtle spirit and the small bottle, and said firmly: "The medicine to ensure that your right leg can move freely for a day." ”

In order to avoid being harmed, he hastened to explain. "That kind of medicine is really not good, and there will be sequelae after using it. You're recovering well now, and as long as you don't put any more stress on your bones, you'll be fine in less than three days. I really don't understand why I have to move freely tomorrow. Tomorrow there will be no war. ”

Elrond muttered as he put away the "snatched" herbs, patiently persuading while familiarly dispensing them. "You won't listen anyway. The medicine is given to you, and you don't have to decide for yourself. I must remind you once again that after this medicine, your legs will be in great pain when they are wet and cold. Do you know what the pain can bring? vertigo, blurred vision, unclear mind......"

With a light hand, the medicine that had just been prepared had been snatched away. The initiator smiled lightly and jumped out of the tent. Elrond shook his head with a smile, and suddenly rushed out of the camp, and was about to shout, "Don't let your king know that I gave you medicine", but swallowed it raw.

Outside the tent, standing in front of a group of golden-helmeted soldiers, the silver-armored blonde elf who was squinting at him angrily, who was it not Thranduil?

Elrond's left eyelid jumped, and when he thought of the situation when the arrows were aimed at him, he immediately turned slowly and gracefully, and walked back to the tent as if nothing had happened.

"Didn't I tell you not to look for Elrond again?" Thranduil tightened her face, staring at the ointment-stained bandage in Vernorr's hand. "There is also good medicine in the Woodland Kingdom. ”

In the presence of the woodland soldiers, Vernor was always humble when he faced the king. Without saying a word, as if she had done some great wrong, she was struggling to move her legs to bend her knees, when Thranduil had turned and led the soldier away. Of course, I didn't forget to send two female soldiers to stay behind and take her back.

When she returned to the king's tent, everything she wanted was ready, and she was lying quietly in another unobtrusive tent waiting to be arranged. Finding an excuse to send the female soldiers who had sent him back, Devon led Aros with Vernor to another tent.

"Lord Elos, I'm so sorry to let you do such a thing. Vernor cleared the tortoise's reins as he pointed to the nearby wood that needed to be bundled. "The space after the bundle should be just right enough to get the turtle stuck in it. ”

With a sense of foreboding, Eros had been silently saying "I don't want to know anything" in his heart, nodding his head and burying his head in the woods. When everything was ready, Eros ran without a beating, as if he would be killed by lightning if he stood here for more than a second.

Dewen's situation is not much better. He pulled out his handkerchief and shook the sweat from his forehead to confirm it again. "Are you really going to do that?"

"I'm ......" Vernoer looked down at the restored crystal diamond pen in his hand, also hesitating. "I'll think about it before I leave. ”

"Let's say okay first, I don't approve of it. I was simply forced by you to help. Devon took a long breath and walked away quickly, leaving Vernor standing among the twenty tortoises with the reins.