Five days later, the last alliance camp took the initiative to truce, and welcomed the "very difficult to mess with" elven king with the highest ceremony. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Originally, only a few thousand living beings participated in the ceremony, but how could all living beings let go of the opportunity to look at the myth? Misled by the deliberately vague battle records, most ordinary soldiers believed that this most beautiful elf in the legend was powerful enough to make the orcs use it, and even a glance from a distance could get some magical powers. All those who did not have a combat mission came, and they also carried the entrustment of the creatures with a combat mission. Even the combat logistics department was affected, and took on the logistics tasks of the day with a minimum of living beings, so that more logistics soldiers could watch from afar outside the ceremonial ground.

Gilgalad and Irendil couldn't help but glance at each other when they saw the 30,000 onlookers outside the ritual group. Essidor was about to relay the order to evacuate the idle creatures when the Elven King riding a horned deer came into view. There were 40,000 living beings, but at this time they kept absolute silence, so quiet that even the sound of the breeze could be captured.

Thranduil tried not to make himself look like he was moving too much. From the moment he started, he didn't know where Vernoll had gone. She was supposed to be riding on her left side, but now on her left was a carriage with ...... on top of it The perfect throne made according to the meaning of Vernor.

The chariot, driven by the captain of the guard, Elos, was always five paces behind him, carved with forest motifs, and the throne with huge dome antlers on either side was placed on it, showing the majesty of the king of the forest to all living beings. To be able to complete the production of a new throne in such a short period of time is unattainable without Dewen's iron fist. It's just that the throne is placed on the left, I'm afraid it's Dewen's idea. Isn't this even more embarrassing for the horned deer, and the most important thing is that he hasn't seen Vernor for three days since he came back from the forest. Thranduil turned his head slightly, frowning at the nearest Devon on the right.

After a simple but solemn ceremony, Thranduil, seated on the throne, declined the invitation to the dinner. Before the two kings could sit down on the throne of Gilgalad and Elendir, the eager soldiers had just moved their thrones, Thranduil stood. "I don't need a dinner party, tonight the Woodland Kingdom will hold a sacrifice for the fallen heroes. According to the rules of woodland sacrifice, all sacrifices must be eaten. I'm going back to help my people get rid of the barbecue and the sacrificial bars. ”

Then he walked away at a slow pace, regardless of the reaction of the other creatures. It wasn't until he was about to enter the Great Green Forest camp that he remembered that he had only seen the two faces of Gilgalad and Irendil during the entire ceremony, and the other creatures were all looking down at the ground. That's good, so you don't have to use your dirty thinking to get involved with me. He quickened his pace and raised his voice. "Where's Dewen? Call Dewen. ”

Outside the camp, Thranduil sharply criticized Devin's recent negligence in the management of officials for long periods of absence. After reiterating three times that the advisers must have the king as the center of their work, and demanding that the detached advisers must be found within an hour, he waved his hand to get Dewen to step down. After this delay, when I returned to the camp, there was almost no place for the entire camp to stay. Had it not been for the fact that everyone had seen him make a way of his own way, Thranduil suspected that he might have to call a few soldiers to help him before he could walk back to the king's tent.

Don't these stupid, ill-intentioned creatures think that they can get a barbecue by hiding their knives and forks in their sleeves?

Thranduil snorted and did not stop, but whispered an order to his entourage: "In the future, the food in the woodland must be eaten." Who dares to waste food for three days without alcohol. ”

Thinking of the expression on the face of the dish after hearing the news, his mood improved a little. After entering the king's tent, he was in a better mood. The advisor who had been looking for him for three days was turning his back to him, bending over to find something on the wine cabinet.

"I think it should have been placed here. Her fingers swept over the bottles of the best wine, and her voice was unusually gentle. "Your Royal Highness, please give me a little more time. ”

His Royal Highness, Thranduil picked up part of his head when he saw Isild, who was sitting on the side, quickly stand up and smile slightly shyly at himself.

"You've been waiting for me here, no wonder I didn't seem to see you at the ceremony just now. He assumed the posture of host, stood with his hands outstretched, and waited for Vernoll to help him untie his heavy cloak. As a result, he was easily ignored.

"Look. I found it. His advisor triumphantly raised the bottle in his hand, walked over to Isild, and began to carefully set up the dishes for him. This strange situation made Isild feel a little uncomfortable, and smiled apologetically at him and said, "You...... Your advisor was enthusiastic about me, perhaps because of his race. ”

"Vernor!" Thranduil raised his voice and said, "My cloak and armor have not yet been undone. They are heavy. ”

"It is my neglect, Your Majesty. His adviser immediately put down his work, went to him, and called four attendants to the tent.

"Isilde, I think you seem to have 16 lady-in-waiting, and they're fixed?" Taking advantage of Vernor's visit to dinner, the king of the forest finally put on the appearance that he should be a friend. Unfortunately, the soft words didn't help, and the elf who was asked nodded a little reservedly.

"What about you...... Uh......" Thranduil bowed her head and pretended to start fiddling with the dishes, lest Isild detect her emotions. "You should know how to get along with a female elf, right?"

Isild's whole body relaxed, and his shoulders hung naturally. He felt that sitting across from him was no longer the admirable Elven King, but Thrandil, whom he had once known.

"What do you want to ask?" he raised an eyebrow confidently at the thought of having heard his father say about King Orefer's overprotection of Thrandil, "I promise I know more than you do." ”

"I don't know what it is. He half-bowed his head and refilled Icild's empty cup, and said, "I just feel that the female elves are strange sometimes." Sometimes it's gentle, sometimes it's like it's deliberately avoiding. Is there any way to make them gentle forever?"

Isild doesn't really understand this, either. But now Thranduil, his best friend, the most feared of the Last Alliance, was asking how he could be disappointed, and he thought carefully of his maid, and whispered with a sense of uncertainty, "Give them what they like, and at least they will be gentle for many days." ”