Thranduil did not address the sore spot of Ilendiel. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Elendiel's sore point was not that his two sons and three grandsons were already on the battlefield, but that he would not be able to defeat Sauron in his lifetime. Initiating the "Last Alliance", Elendil, as the emperor of the people, also faced tremendous pressure and countless doubts. Elendil knew very well that the short life of mankind doomed this race to be greedy for pleasure and only look at the facts in front of them. As king, he desperately needed victory to prove himself more than any living being. It is now a time when the quality of life of the people of the two human kingdoms is plummeting due to the war, and the people quietly complain in their own homes.

"I don't agree with what you just said. Our country is here for justice, even if the first generation has no power to defend righteousness, why can't the second and third generations plan to do it? Yrendil looked righteous and stood up excitedly.

Sure enough, it was moral, and Thranduil was so moved that she wanted to cry. But Elendiel's next sentence ignited his infinite hope.

"But I'm sure none of you here would mind hearing what you think. If it is indeed conducive to the war. ”

All the creatures present nodded like garlic. Gilgalad even cast a "hurry up and say it" look.

"Black Gate, Death Swamp, Dagoras, where are the inward convergence along these three points?" Thranduil's scepter landed heavily in Ballard's area, and his other hand was raised slightly. "Drive them here, and let them lose their natural barrier and the best place to forge them."

In the eyes of the four kings present, Ballard was the best place to fight. The reason they never mention it is – the benefits and the giving. From the day the Last Alliance was formed, they were weighing the gains and costs of driving the enemy forces to Ballard. Even after the war began, they did not find enough reason to convince themselves. In other words, no one wants to be the leader and pay all the strength of the country to fight for an uncertain ending.

"Well, I must admit that what you're talking about is exactly what the future holds." Anarion broke the brief silence. "With all due respect, noble king of the woodlands. Even if it's bound to happen, no matter when it happens, it can still serve some of your purposes. What kind of sincerity can you show to impress all living beings so that they ignore the help that the strategy can help you and only see the correctness of the strategy? ”

"Pour the power of the country!" Seeing the supportive glances of the woodland officials standing in the corner, Thranduil turned to his seat in full view of everyone, and picked up a glass of red wine on the table with great grace. He also tilted his head slightly so that the crown of the somewhat sloping branch would not lose its balance and fall off his head.

"All the subjects of the Woodland Kingdom will enter the battlefield. Without the final victory, there will be no elves in the Great Green Forest. ”

The strength of the whole country to fight to the death is not something that ordinary kings can have. While Thranduil's promise shocked everyone, it also gave the kings, who had been weighing the pros and cons, an excuse to take advantage of the situation. Of course, they will not act like a national force now, but as long as there is someone to refer to and learn from, the controllability of this matter will be much improved.

The study of how to drive the enemy to Ballard has become the most important task of the "Last Alliance" at present. As for war, the enemy of the irregular army can send a country to take charge of defense every day.

After the first session on "How to effectively drive the enemy to Ballard", Gilgalad stopped talking. He looked at Thranduil in front of him, and in addition to sighing at King Orifer's excellent genetics, he also sighed at the wealth that King Aurifel had collected over the years. He approached Thranduil when the creatures were almost gone, "Do you know what this will turn the Great Green Forest from the richest of kingdoms to the richest?" ”

"Of course I do, Honorable High King." Thranduil looked at the woodland officials who were looking back not far away, and raised his chin slightly. "Do you not think I have the power to turn poverty into prosperity?"

Gilgalad laughed dumbly. He remembered the face of King Aurifel during the negotiation, and lowered his head to pat Thranduil on the shoulder. "I don't doubt you. But you'd better get your officials first, they just left and look back a lot. ”

He saw the bushy eyebrows that were almost tangled at the top.

Returning to the king's tent, he was no longer greeted by questioning and persuasion, but a series of strategic layouts. From time to time, the stern-faced officials glanced at Thranduil's crown, each taking note of Lord Devon's words. The spitting Dewen seemed to have returned to the era of youth and frivolity, making all kinds of exaggerated body movements in front of Thranduil.

"No need to discuss it anymore, the first ones to come must be the arrowmakers and craftsmen!" Dewen crossed his hands on his hips and pressed down the officials who tried to open their mouths with his eyes. "All the materials needed for the building and the bow and arrow came with them. At that time, no matter how fierce the battle is, they will make arrows in the rear, and when they finish a batch, they will send a batch to the front line, and there will never be a day when the arrows will be broken in my woodland kingdom. ”

After being fully prepared and thinking of countless reasons to convince the officials, there is no place for it? Thranduil took the moment to glance at the closed curtain, raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly. "Good."

Encouraged, Dewen pointed to the herald. "Write it down. The second group is all the wealth and supplies that may be used in the war, as well as all the elves outside the Cultivation Department. Be sure to ask them to bring everything they need to make sake and barbecue. How could the Sylvan elves not have wine? Let them bring the joy over! What do you think, Your Majesty? ”

Soldiers fighting valiantly in the front, amateur chefs in the back, and a delivery team shuttling back and forth? Thranduil thought the picture was too beautiful and nodded in agreement.

"The third and last batch. The Cultivation Department harvested all the grain and came together under the escort of the original garrison of Wangcheng. By the way, don't forget to let them plant the seeds when they leave, the kind of food that needs to be tended for months! In case the camp is relocated, and there is no suitable place to grow food around, at least you can go back and harvest some. Devon suddenly thought of something, turned his excitement into respect, and said to Thranduil: "Is there anything your majesty needs to command in particular?" ”

You've arranged it so well, what else can I say? The blue eyeballs flickered, sweeping over all the elves one by one. "Hmm...... I think this plan is perfect. However, what about some things in the royal city that can't be moved? Just leave it there for others to take for themselves? ”

"How is this possible?" Devon laughed, covered his mouth with one hand and whispered, "We plan to lease the royal city to the Dwarven Kingdom for use. You know, their forging business has increased dramatically lately, and they're anxious about not being able to find a suitable place to expand their forging furnaces? Of course, it's just rental. They must return the items at the rented place to us in their original form, and if they are damaged, they will be compensated according to the price. ”

The thought of the greasy-haired dwarf with a wicked smile made Thrandil's mood not so pleasant. He nodded firmly, tapping his fingertips in front of the recorder. "The compensation price of the item should be more than three times the original price. You must know that many things in Wangcheng are unique, and you can't find exactly the same in this world. ”

Dewen's eyes were filled with the message "I think so too".