After a few years of war, the affluence and well-being enjoyed by the creatures of the Woodland Kingdom have long aroused the envy of the other allies. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIf you have a head-on conflict with the Noldor Elf, you are simply handing the blade to an ally who has been eyeing the woodland in vain. When the time comes, whether in name or strength, the woodland kingdom can only be captured.

Thranduil calculated the soldiers he could use. After the expulsion of the Black Gate, there were only a few thousand archers left, and there were about a thousand or so female archers who were pregnant or could not go to the battlefield because they were pregnant. Other logisticians? Forget it, it took him a few years to train them to be qualified shield bearers, let alone melee soldiers.

"The most important thing is that the woodland has no strength or excuse to clash head-on with the Supreme King now." Vernore was so anxious that the white light on his face became brighter, and his cheeks were slightly red from anxiety. "You're not going to put the woodlands in an awkward position where anyone can point fingers, do you?"

I really don't want to, but ......

"Why did he use my elves without my consent! Isn't he starting a head-on conflict by doing so? Thranduil was so angry that her lips trembled. A king watches his beloved elves being arbitrarily arranged, but he can't do anything. Thranduil had already moved the idea of going to war. But the slightest trigger of the battle perception can be felt by Vernor.

"It's just a small advisor, and there's a document about the elf's banishment to the Noldor barracks. If you do this, you will only put all the allies on the side of the High King. When he found that the Elven King's anger had not subsided in the slightest, and instead tried to use battle perception, Vernor shook his head helplessly. It's all my fault for not hiding myself. Actually, there is nothing wrong with that. Went to the cavalry, as long as there was no time to come back. All you have to do is forbearance. ”

"Patience! How long will it last? I've endured it since my father's accident. Endure 6 years, endure the expulsion war, endure their calculations, and now you have to endure it? When he found that Vernore had let go of himself and was beginning to put on the veil, Thranduil turned with his saber in his hand and prepared to go out. This behavior succeeded in making Vernoll stop all his movements for a while, and hugged him from behind.

Worry made Vernore ignore her own strength, and she never had a hard way to fight the other party, she only felt her hands being held by the other party.

No living creature knows the pain of forbearance better than Vernor. She could imagine what the High King would inevitably do again, and she could also foresee how much Thranduil would have to endure when she knew the situation. For his own experience of forbearance, or for the forbearance of the Elf King, Vernor's mouth opened, and tears also fell.

"Bear with me for a few more years. As long as the war ended, the official letters of expulsion and transfer of generals became invalid. When the time comes, whatever you do, no one will be able to stop you with a valid reason. All you need to do now is make the woodland strong. Outside the tent sounded the more cumbersome cries of horses, urging her to return as soon as possible, Vernore leaned his head lightly against the broad back in front of him, and put away all his sorrow. Love your people as you love your children. They love you as much as you love King Orifer. As your children get stronger, the woodlands will be stronger than any other country, and you won't have to hold back. ”

Thranduil's eyes were closed, not daring to look at her departing back. He heard the sound of the horse's hooves grow from heavy to light, and only when it was gone, did he let his teeth leave his lower lip. Raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he began to convince himself with facts. But I found that there was no way to calm the anger in my heart with the worries of the situation. This feeling is like your own jewelry being suddenly taken away, and it is like being impaled in the chest by your opponent. He subconsciously grabbed his chest, trying to relieve the pain, but to no avail.

Calm down, Thranduil! He began to lie to himself, the High King was just trying to make the most of it, and he loved Icild as much as King Aurifel did for him. As long as it is a normal father, after discovering the power of Vernor, he can't wait to arrange her by his only son. Besides, it's just to help Isild fight, it's just not like it used to be seen at any time, and it doesn't have any effect. Cavalry is dangerous, but Vernor has a Mithril helmet that won't take fatal damage. And the most important thing I need to do is to make the woodland kingdom strong enough to restrain any nation.

After pouring himself two bottles of red wine, Thranduil walked out of the king's tent in the darkness of the night. "It's so late, and I wonder if the children have already fallen asleep?"

The soldier outside the tent was a little surprised, and replied respectfully, "The children should still be at the dinner." ”

Love the Sylvan elves as if they were your own children. No children, completely inexperienced Thranduil slowly began to learn.

Hearing the reaction of the cavalry who had been following Vernor's side to report back to the Elven King, the High King was proud of his arrangements for the woodland advisors.

He was sure of what the Woodland Advisor had said to the Elven King, or that the Elven King himself knew what the consequences would be if he had a head-on confrontation with the Noldor Elves. So he implied that the entourage who had been placed with Vernore did not need to prevent her from returning to the woodlands. The result made the High King even more satisfied, but he also had a headache.

To be able to guess the time frame she can tolerate, and use the short time to completely appease the anger of the Elf King, what conditions does such an elf have to make her see herself as a part of the Kingdom of Linton? What's more, with her actions, she has already gained the highest status in the Woodland Kingdom.

He shook his hand and held the official letter - this was the official letter of transfer that had been handled by the officials of the two countries a few years ago, but now it was a document of inestimable value in the eyes of the High King. Gilgalad couldn't help but smile. Thousands of years old, I actually found the excitement that I only had when I first became the supreme king. And this excitement obviously comes from the highest challenge of mastery that is about to be faced.

It's time to meet this magical elf, said the High King to himself. When he determined that the woodland advisor was indeed the elf he had found, the High King was very worried.

While waiting for the other party to answer the call, he unconsciously began to stroke the repaired dragon lin's shoulder pads. Once again, it is no longer important to be able to decisively abandon the area in such a short period of time to make it solid, such means and thinking, and the level of forging skills. So what does it matter if this female elf with magic in her eyes has a wound on her face, and how she looks?