I just didn't expect to die with you. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Completely unaware that the war had changed dramatically, Vernoll closed his eyes. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, as if she was laughing at her fate from which she could not escape despite all the hardships.

The upturned pink corners of her mouth and the indifference in the face of death made Thranduil bow her head, and the sweet desire was stronger than the joy of victory. When his forehead hit the mask, Vernor, who had sensed that something was wrong, opened his eyes and quickly broke away from his embrace.

Rushing straight at them, the orcs bypassed the deer and headed straight behind them, as if something was chasing them. In the far reaches of the line of sight, the horses without the control of the cavalry could still be seen struggling to advance, until the horses grew larger and larger in the line of sight, and Vernorr finally saw what the horses were pulling—elves wrapped in the corpses of orcs! dismembered and torn apart along the way, but still hung with the corpses of the orcs, and part of the body of the forest elves dragged on the ground.

Vernorr glanced at Thrandil, lying between the two horns of the deer. In her unique way, she said goodbye to the spirit of the forest. She gently rubbed the head of the deer, and after singing a few words, she looked up and asked, "How did you do that?"

I still don't want to be sure of my cognition, and I hope to hear some explanation.

"The best way to drive the enemy away is to let them roll themselves. Blinded by victory, Thranduil was completely oblivious to the change in Vernor's eyes, reveling in his perfect tactics. "I only know that the stupid strong orcs who kill are the best tools to use. From the beginning of the game, I thought about the current picture. Don't you think it's perfect?"

At this time, the reinforcements stationed at the rear, led by Isild, drove away the strong orcs who were left behind. The eager and chaotic footsteps of the reinforcements landed on the corpse of the wood elf, and Vernor trembled and touched the horns of the deer. She turned her head and watched as the King of the Forest lifted his chin and slowly got up and staggered away with a proud expression in front of every reinforcement who saluted him even as he ran.

Staggered past the passionate reinforcements until he stood in front of the empty pit, and along the way Vernor confirmed all his suspicions, and learned all of Thrandier's account of the battle.

He tore down the walls and removed all the orc corpses inside. The purpose of this is to make the enemy no longer afraid of the protective effect that the city wall can play and adopt the strategy of strong orcs as a stormtrooper, and the other is to allow the forest elves to hide the corpses of strong orcs in front of them and confuse the simple-minded strong orcs. In order to ensure that the forest elves could carry enough orc corpses, and to ensure that the horses that played a vital role were not attacked, Thranduil ordered all the soldiers involved in the battle to travel lightly and draped their armor over the horses. After the forest elves, who were already short of equipment, lost the protection of their armor, they also needed two elves to lift the heavy armor of the strong orcs. Even though they covered themselves with the corpses of strong orcs, they were still lightly killed by the enemies who attacked at will in a state of confusion.

Kill the strong orcs at the right time, and let the logistics soldiers cooperate with the shouting of the orc mouth, which lightly affects the strong orcs who are out of control and only have killing thoughts. The 300,000 strong orcs turned around and rushed back to the Black Gate, becoming the best tool to expel the remaining enemies. The reinforcements who watched the show would not miss the opportunity to beat the water dogs, and they would finish the finishing work of driving half a million enemies to the Ballard Plains. It all came together perfectly, and an impossible battle was completed in such a strange way.

But why didn't I be pleased? Vernoer, who collapsed on the edge of the pit, covered his eyes with his hands. The few thousand remaining forest spirits ran through her to the Black Gate, where they were to clear and receive all the remaining supplies from the Black Gate. First, of course, a prostration of the highest standard to their greatest king.

Wake up, Fnorr, don't forget that he's the King of the Elves. Besides, what is wrong with a king who has exchanged tens of thousands of dead forest elves and thousands of Noldor elves for the awe of living beings, so that his country will never again be coveted by those in his power? But the great Iluvita, why is it that I know that he is not wrong, but there is no way not to have a trace of hatred for him? Vernoel endured the pain in his heart, slowly got up and followed the footsteps of the forest elves, and walked towards the elven king, who had just received the high salute of Essidor and 30,000 reinforcements.

The proud Elven King's chin was almost lifted to the sky. As the reinforcements began to play the role of driving out the enemy, Thranduil struck an extremely noble posture and stood tall behind the deer. He knew that from this moment on, no one in the last alliance would dare to challenge him. Thinking of getting rid of the predicament of being calculated by others, the deep meaning of a word that I will say at will be studied by countless beings in the future, and the feeling of pride is even stronger. For this time, however, he intended to accept the salute of every reinforcement that came to him, including Essidor, the uncrowned king of Arnol.

Seeing Essidor at the end of the reinforcements getting closer and closer, Thranduil twitched his chin slightly. He stared at Esidor with slanted eyes, pressuring the other with his eyes. Elsidor, the uncrowned king of Arnol, was slightly stunned, and willingly stepped forward to perform a ritual that only his father had done.

"Your Majesty...... I...... The Last Alliance. ”

"You don't look like an uncrowned king right now. Thranduil unceremoniously interrupted the distracted Essidor. With a wicked smile, he tilted his chin sideways, and said firmly with a downward streak, "Prince Arnol, let's go to Ballard and join the other camps." I'm going to collect the rest of the Black Gate, and I don't know when it's going to be too late. ”

Still shocked by the strange strategy, Essidor subconsciously said, "Great Elven King, you can calmly collect the spoils, I believe that no living being will have any thoughts of suspicion or blame for your actions. ”

"I also know what you said, and I believe that even if their courage increases tenfold after this, they will no longer have thoughts about me that they shouldn't have. Thranduil shook his cloak and pointed his finger at Essidor. "Still, you might as well bring me a word. If any more creatures dare to have any opinion of the Woodland Kingdom and me, I don't mind staging another strange war between the Woodland Remnant Elves and the Strong King. ”

Essidor tensed his body tightly, and finally did not shiver. He lowered his head and looked at the arrogant Elven King, and said what he said for the first and last time in his life. "As you wish, Your Majesty. ”

"Good. Thranduil nodded in satisfaction and raised his hand at Essidor, "Go, go, go." ”