Elrond didn't want to come over now, but he couldn't disobey the High King's orders. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Although he waited patiently outside the tent, he stopped the soldiers from reporting several times, but as soon as he entered the king's tent of the woodland, Elrond guessed from Thrandil's eyes what might have been going on, and his presence just stopped everything.

The wise man lowered his eyelids helplessly, trying to ignore the murderous gaze. In order to ensure adequate safety, he walked in the direction where Vernor was standing.

"Your Majesty the Woodlands, the High King is concerned about your injuries. He ordered me to bring you the best medicine. Holding the two delicate lockets forward, Elrond subconsciously covered the hair on the back of his neck with his other free hand. Thinking that the Elven King's hands were now out of control, he smiled and withdrew his hand again.

"The High King asked you to send it?" Vernoll raised his eyebrows, and subconsciously made a defensive move, blocking the wooden box in front of him. "Did you make this medicine yourself?"

How would the High King react when he received the cloak and veil that he had sent back? She feared that the High King's wrath would affect the effect of the medicine itself. If the medicine sent by the High King would do any harm to Thrandil, she wouldn't mind a counter-attack that disrupted the overall situation.

"I can't make this medicine." Keeping his head down to avoid Thranduil's lethal gaze, Elrond didn't observe Vernorr's expression. "These two boxes are the magic of the Ring of Wind and the Ring of Fire, and they can make the Elven King's wounds heal quickly. Of course, maybe the arm that was hit by the poisoned arrow would be a little slower. ”

Out of trust in Elrond and curiosity about magic, she stepped aside. Although he did not believe that the High King would blatantly embarrass Thrandil, he remained defensive and did not withdraw the hand that was on Thrandil's shoulder. Before the pillbox was opened, she repeatedly confirmed, "Honorable lord, have you seen the divine power in the box with your own eyes?" Is it possible that during the process of sending it, something changed in the divine power? As far as I know, the magical powers of the Ring of Wind and the Ring of Fire can also have a role in harming living beings. Why don't you give me a try first? ”

Are these two elves progressing a little too fast?

As soon as he heard that the Elven King had saved a woodland soldier among the hosts, Elrond guessed that he had saved Vernor, but he still felt that even if this was the case, he should not have moved such a powerful female elf to such an extent. You know, these two elves haven't made much progress in the past five years......

Elrond forced the gossip in his heart and patiently explained: "It was I who saw the High King put the divine power of the Ring of the Wind into a box. It is much more difficult to summon magic with healing power than to summon magic with attack power, and the High King has lost his energy for a while, and it is very difficult to even write official letters with a pen. As for the mana of the Ring of Fire, the High King sent me to ask for it from Lord Sedan, who was also exhausted by this. If you try, I advise you not to. There are only two small boxes of magic, and a little less is used. ”

Even if you don't believe in the High King, you shouldn't doubt the wise.

With an encouraging smile at Thranduil, Vernor withdrew his hand and stepped aside. No one thought that the beneficiaries would actually disagree.

"If it's really as amazing as you say, why don't you treat your hairline?" Facing Elrond, who disturbed his "good deeds", the elven king returned to his usual coldness. Both arms were wrapped in heavy gauze, which looked slightly funny, but the cold arrogance in his tone was not diminished in the slightest. "Would I like to write you a letter forwarding the gift? I can't put pen to paper now, but I can ask my advisor to do it for me. ”

My adoptive father, Gilgalad, should give me a taste of the magic of the Wind Ring's attacks, right?

Elrond shook his head with a wry smile and glanced at Vernor, who was standing on the side. After a brief eye contact, the box in his hand was picked up by Vernor.

"Is it okay to apply it directly to the wound?" Vernor held the boxes carefully, but couldn't help but look at them curiously. She knew that all the injuries in the Noldor Barracks had healed faster because of the Ring of the Wind, and even the fatigue would be relieved in a short time. During the most difficult months, the Noldor elves were almost out of food. Without the help of the Ring of the Wind, the Linton soldiers would not have had the strength to fight. But these were only long-distance feelings, she had not seen the Ring of Wind cast spells with her own eyes, but she had only heard that the High King and Lord Serdan were extremely lethal during battle.

"Magic is nothing, not like ointment. You just need to open the box. ”

Elrond made a "please" gesture. With his encouraging eyes, Vernor stood in front of the Elven King with the box in his hand. Finding that the latter peeked at the latter from time to time, Vernorr was sure that Thranduil, like himself, was full of curiosity about magic. She held her breath and slowly opened one of the boxes.

It was the first time Vernor had actually seen the magic of the ring up close. As the pillbox opened, a green glow seemed to sentient, and a graceful line of spokes fell into Thranduil's arm. As the light disappeared, Thranduil, who sensed that the pain of the wound had disappeared, tried to move his palm, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration. After the magic in the other box was gone, Thranduil's arm from the elven arrow was fully recovered, and the arm from the poisoned arrow was able to perform some simple movements, although it was not healed.

The surprise was fleeting on Vernor's face. While Thranduil was busy removing the bandages, she sent Elrondra to the wine cabinet under the pretext of giving her a drink as a token of gratitude. After seeing the power of the Ring of Wind and the Ring of Fire, she knew that these two rings could not only cast amazing healing powers, but also cast deadly spells at any time. Friend or foe, but the owner of the ring.

Elrond, who pretended to concentrate on selecting the wine, said in a very soft voice before the other party could ask a question: "The High King asked me to convey that if this makes you feel better, he can send some more after his energy has recovered." ”

Didn't mention the return to camp at all?

The more he didn't mention it, the more worried he became. Smiling at the suspicious Elven King, she approached Elrond and said softly, "Let the Noldor cavalry wait for me at the entrance to the woodland camp in half an hour, and ask them to keep a low profile." ”

Confirming that Thranduil was asleep, Vernorr carefully withdrew the hand that had been held in his opponent's palm. As she put on her mask and hat and prepared to walk out of the king's tent, she couldn't help but walk back to the bedside and look at the elven king with a smile even though she was asleep.