At the very least, it will be until you go to the Black Gate again and see it, and then you will no longer need my help. Pen %Fun %Cabinet www.biquge.info Vernoll set a schedule to leave. Anyway, when I go to Heimen and see everything she has arranged, whether it is success or failure is not something I can control anymore. She missed the free life and the forest full of memories. She's getting out of here, out of Thrandier, who is getting weirder and weirder.

Thranduil, who didn't know anything, heard "wait for you to come back" and went away satisfied.

After mentioning the "power of the nation" from the Woodland Kingdom, several simple tents were raised on the periphery of the war camp near the direction of the Woodland Kingdom. Despite their simple appearance, the interior is very complete. The best-sighted soldiers, recorders, and officers from all countries appeared in the tents on a daily rotation 24 hours a day. They were waiting for the first relocation team from Woodland King.

Each of the nations involved in the Last Alliance was curious about what the Woodland Kingdom was doing. Never before in the history of Middle-earth has a royal city been abandoned for war. The decision made by Thranduil was undoubtedly crowned with a great adjective in the hearts of all kings, and naturally there was more curiosity, questioning, and scrutiny. Everyone wants to see the measures of the woodland kingdom with their own eyes, whether it is to see the excitement or to learn in advance, in short, all countries have set up a "viewing tent" to avoid missing the first step of the woodland kingdom to give up the royal land.

Although the battle was large, the officials who were sent to do the work were somewhat unimpressed. According to the results of the intelligence, the first relocation team of the Woodland Kingdom was a team of artisans composed of disabled elves. When they calmly thought that the procession was just a cartload of arrows, materials and tools, some strange music sounded excitedly from afar.

It's coming, and the strange sound of music is getting closer. The creatures waiting in the tent all felt a kind of restlessness, an indescribable sense of irritability. These uncomfortable sensations are, of course, brought about by strange music. When they rushed out of the camp and were about to start scolding, the situation in front of them made them open their mouths wide and stunned on the spot.

There were no carriages filled with timber for making arrows, most of them were filled with elves. That's it, the point is that the elves in the carriage are all holding high the weapons that only the Sauron Legion can have (the weapons of the royal city's siege war), and are happily singing to the strange music. And there's more! Next to the slow-moving carriage, there is a group of strange bands on foot. The strange thing about the band is that the instruments that make the sound are not the usual harps or bagpipes, but weapons striking each other, stoves striking each other, and even iron spoons slapping heavily on copper plates. Shrill and gruff voices mingle together, motionless against the eardrums of all living beings.

"Oh my God, can anyone tell me what's wrong with the Sylvan Elves?" Some officials covered their ears tightly and shouted at the top of their voices.

"There are a lot of dead and wounded in the Woodland Kingdom, why are they still laughing so happily?"

There are also people who lament that the wisdom of the Sylvan elves is really the lowest, and it is a blessing for the woodland kingdom to be able to rule the elves with low intelligence. They were a little louder so that the other officials could hear them clearly. The Sivan elves, who had already arrived in front of the viewing tent, naturally heard clearly. A one-armed male elf walking at the front of the carriage, whose appearance could not tell his age, and who had a strong sense of cangsang raised his only hand, and all sounds stopped.

The male elf retracted his happy smile and roared at the few officials who had just spoken with great seriousness. "Our loved ones were all wounded or killed in this battle, so should we be in tears all the way? Only stupid beings grieve over the fact that they cannot be changed. The Sylvan elves are not stupid, but wise. Because we know that we are here to participate in the war, to kill more enemies for the wounded or dead relatives. ”

A female elf came forward brandishing her cane and shouted, "Forest elves, are you happy to think that more enemies will die because of our presence?" ”

The cheerful and strange music sounded again loudly, mixed with the shouts of "the most important thing is that we are happy", and the Sylvain elves entered the tent triumphantly singing and singing. Perhaps it was from this time that the Sylvan elves were given the most joyful adjectives in the eyes of other beings.

Their voices were so loud that they naturally alarmed the creatures nearby. King Elendir, who was thinking about not seeing the enemy for three days, was also so noisy that he opened his window to look.

"What the hell is this?" He turned to Gilgalad beside him.

"Uh...... A new strategy, perhaps? Gilgalad observed for a moment, then suddenly reacted. They came from the Green Forest King City, could there be no enemies along the way? ”

"How is this possible?" The battle-hardened emperor can judge without experience. Everyone knows that the Woodland King City provided a large amount of war materials to the "Last Alliance". As long as the enemy has a little brain, he will not miss the opportunity to rob the road.

"But this relocation team seems to have been completely attacked all the way." Gilgalad turned his head to look at Arnol, and said the answer in unison—"It's because of their music!" ”

"Your Majesty, don't underestimate this kind of music." Lord Edmund, who had not seen Thrandil for several months, was so excited in the face of the king's stern questioning that he didn't know how to let go. He peeked at the crown of branches on the king's head, swallowed his saliva and said excitedly: "When the orcs surrounded the royal city, this kind of music suddenly woke up, and frightened many timid orcs to think that a large army was coming, so they dropped their weapons and ran. Later, the old elves in the city played this kind of music by the city gate when they were fine, and the movement, not to mention that the enemy did not dare to come, and even the animals were scared away. So later, the royal city has been very safe. It's hard to see even a bird......"

Thranduil also had to admit that this was a good way to scare off small groups of enemies. But this method is not like a cautious and staring at Lord Edmund in front of him can come up with.

"This is the last alliance, let's pay attention to the implications. Do not disturb the rest of the soldiers. Thranduil looked at the contents of the carriage again, and was about to ask why there was no wood as he had imagined, when the crippled elf had already hurled away from the barracks with his weapons in hand.

"What a good way to do it." Edmund triumphantly said, "There are countless trees near the barracks, and the best ones are from the place." All the timber left in the royal city has been sold to the merchants, and we have an extra military expense. ”

Yes, it also saves manpower and material resources for transportation. Thranduil nodded slightly, and it was a great encouragement in Edmund's eyes. He raised his hand and asked the soldier to pull a carriage forward, pointed to the iron cage and said respectfully, "You have brought what you wanted." ”

If it had been before, Thranduil would have blurted out "When did I let you bring something?" But now he chose to observe first. Inside the iron cage was an orc, grinning at him.

"I don't quite remember when I told you to bring it ......"

"Your advisor sent me an official letter to give orders." Edmund looked behind him and muttered to himself, "Why haven't you seen the Great Advisor?" ”

Great? Thranduil glanced at the king's tent with squinted eyes, and made a waiting gesture to Edmund. "You'll see the advisor tomorrow. She's recovering from her injuries. This thing...... I'll send it over tomorrow. ”