The current king of the forest is satisfied. www.biquge.infoTomorrow night, his beloved elf will be tied up by the soldiers who suddenly break in, and she will be sent to safety whether she wants it or not. Even if she leaves this world, the ill-intentioned power family will not be able to successfully own the Great Green Forest because of her existence. And if I can come back safely, there will be no problem.

The satisfaction of having everything under control made him raise two full glasses, smile at Vernoll and say, "Pick one." ”

"I'm going to say I'm sorry to you......" Vernor, who was not very proficient in combat, took a wine glass and looked at the red liquid in the transparent glass, "Maybe I indirectly harmed you by letting you choose whether to go to war or not?" I always thought I could help you, but I really wasn't very proficient in war. ”

"Let me choose for myself?" Thranduil was intrigued, and he gently turned the wine glass in his hand, and said thoughtfully, "did you let me choose to go to war myself? If I remember correctly, it was my father who asked me if I would like to come with him?"

"A few days before you appeared, that night you held up two glasses and asked me which one to drink. Raising the wine glass in his hand, Furnoer, who could already face death calmly, said with a smile: "Your father asked me to find a way to keep you in the royal city, and I was considering whether to do what he wanted, but you gave me the right to choose wine, so I had to return the choice of war to you." (This passage is detailed in Volume I, Chapter 17: The Last Wine)

No wonder this expedition went so smoothly, so smooth that as soon as he expressed his intention to join the war with his father, King Orifell, who could be called the first son of Middle-earth, immediately nodded and agreed. It turns out that Vernorr had already convinced his father to respect his ideas, and you were the messenger sent by Iluvita. With a hint of shock, Thranduil thought that he would actually make arrangements to tie her up to Lindil, and her face flushed slightly with shame.

"So Vernor, if the battle of the Black Gate is death, what will you choose?

"In any case, I did indirectly cause you to be involved in this war, and it can even be said that I was behind the battle of the Black Gate. She laughed twice, picked up the hollowed-out saber beside her and stroked it gently. "I admire Lord Edmund. He made me understand that there is a lot to do in the future, but to solve the immediate problems before anything else. I have chosen to join this impossible battle, and I ask Your Majesty to grant me such an honor. ”

You respect and defend my choice, and I respect your choice! This battle has made the certainty of victory much better by cooperating with you. Thranduil raised his glass and saluted, "You are the brightest starlight in the forest, illuminating my heart like a night! But is there really nothing wrong with your leg injury?"

"It looks perfect and hasn't made me feel anything for decades. Rest assured, I won't let myself be a burden to the king of the woodlands. Vernor drank the wine from his glass.

Three days later, Thranduil appeared in front of the walls of the Black Gate with the Dome Deer. As soon as he stood still, Isild, the son of the High King, rushed out of the waiting queue and grabbed the collar of his silver cord, which was exposed above his armor. His handsome face, full of immaturity and reluctance, shouted into Thranduil's ear, "I only gave you the right to use the cavalry, but I did not agree with you to kill any of them." ”

The big strong hand pushed Isild away with ease, and Thranduil's face showed no expression. "As the Noldor Elven Prince, you should know that the right to use is equal to the right to punish. It is normal to punish soldiers who do not obey military orders. What's more, I just killed one of the Noldor cavalrymen, and if I want to blame him, I blame him for being too stubborn, not only not obeying military orders, but also trying to spy on tactics. ”

Isild wanted to say anything more, but was stopped by the High King Gilgalad, who rushed forward. While walking back with his son to the "Farewell Farewell Pack," Gilgalad whispered to him, "You should give him the 3,000 cavalry." Can't you see that he probably won't exist anymore after the walls are torn down?"

"Is Thranduil really going to drive half a million of the enemy to Balard with 60,000 soldiers, as you want?"

"No! Of course he won't. Before Isild could rejoice for Thrandil, Gilgalad's next sentence made him feel extremely sad for his friend. "Add to the three thousand cavalry you gave him, and he needs to drive off half a million enemies with thirty-three thousand soldiers. ”

The kind-hearted Isilde subconsciously looked at the 30,000 reinforcements he had brought with him standing behind the "Farewell Farewell Send-off Team". "But the reinforcements we brought are not leaving. They can't just stand from the back and watch. ”

"Of course not. Gilgalad reluctantly said, "They will act accordingly according to the situation of the war." If, I mean if. If the expulsion of the Black Gate is really successful, you can get the command of reinforcements and give King Lin a boost to the division. Otherwise, the reinforcements will remain under the control of Grand Prince Essidor of Arnol, who will make the most appropriate arrangements. ”

Looking at his son's face full of disgrace and desolation, Gilgalad said softly: "After the farewell ceremony, I will go back to the military camp of Noldor, you are here." You should also experience what it's like to see your friends go to justice. ”

In Gilgalad's opinion, even if Thranduil was so great that he could hold off 500,000 enemies with 30,000, he would not be able to drive 500,000 enemies to Balard, and the king of the woodlands, who could not complete the expulsion mission, would still lose everything.

The "Farewell Farewell" team was spontaneously organized by the last ally, and everyone tacitly did not put the word "Farewell Farewell" on the table. Anyway, all the creatures outside the Woodland Kingdom regarded this farewell as the last time they saw the great Woodland King, and at least one high-ranking official was sent to join the team, and naturally a series of ornate and lengthy ceremonies were prepared.

Thranduil was invited to sit in the splendid seat between the throne of the High King and the Emperor of Men, and listened patiently for a full hour to the words of praise. This treatment, which represented an unnoble honor in the eyes of other creatures, Thranduil could only find it ironic. While everyone was busy praising himself, he began to reminisce about the time he had met Vernor. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle when the recollection of the Vernor experiment tortoise fell and crawled out of the pool in embarrassment.