As soon as Vernor, who had just killed the orc leader, came out of the tent and saw more than a dozen of the High King's personal entourage. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Half-bowed their heads, they didn't say anything under the watchful eye of the wood elf soldiers, and only led the horses in front of her.

"I don't want to embarrass you. Vernore, with his silver mask, sighed softly, untied the dark gold silk cloak from his back, and handed it over. "Apologize to the High King on my behalf. There are more important things to deal with, and I can't go back for the time being. ”

This was the first time that Vernor, because he remembered another being, took the risk of refusing an order from a king, knowing that it might cause a turmoil in power. During the short journey that was about to enter the Woodland King's Tent, she didn't even dare to think about what the High King would do. Before the curtain was lifted, Vernor suppressed all frustration and misgiving, and hid the saber completely in his robe.

Thrandil, who had endured the pain of detoxification with amazing endurance, actually smiled the moment he saw the silver mask enter the king's tent. After signaling all the creatures to withdraw from the tent, Thranduil, whose hands were completely unconscious, was helped to sit back on the bed.

Thranduil couldn't wait to ask Vernor to take off his mask, thinking that after seeing Hamilton, he could see the smile on the other man's face for a long time, or at least not the sorrow again. However, the opposite is true.

"Hammidon died before you went?" Turning his head sideways to avoid the warm water that the other had brought to his mouth, Thranduil eagerly awaiting confirmation from the other party. It was his idea to cut off Hamilton's limbs so that he would never have the ability to resist again. At that time, it was the safest way to return home safely with Vernoll and Hammidon. If this caused Hammidon to come back and become a corpse, then wouldn't it all be in vain?

"He is indeed dead. But I killed you!" Fnorr stood closer with his glass of water, his soft movements contrasting with his cold tone. It wasn't until Thranduil had drunk the warm water in her cup that she sat down slowly, and said with a slight distraction, "I hate my stupidity! I should have thought a long time ago, how could Hammidon steal the saber, and how could he get close to me? Okpa and him are two creatures who have nothing to do with each other at all!"

When the name Okpa was spoken, Vernore was shocked. She hurriedly looked at Thrandil, afraid that the other party would show any displeasure. Fortunately, Thranduil's expression had not changed, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

"Thrandil, you really shouldn't be so risky. ”

Although he had not seen the healing process with his own eyes, he knew very well how much pain he had to endure to be wounded by the poisonous arrows of the orcs after spending many years in the Noldor camp. She has twice helped the healer control the same patient. Even though he was as strong as Vernor, he was shocked by the screams of the healer, and he didn't dare to look at the whole treatment process. And the elf king in front of him actually had to bear the pain of poisoning for himself.

Thinking that his other hand had also been wounded by an arrow because it was exposed to the shield, she buried her face between her hands. Rao held his eyes down with his hands, and tears still flowed down the gaps between his fingers.

"If anything happens to you, how can I explain it to King Aurifel, how will I go to see Avril in the future?what will the Wood Elves do? How can I implicate you in the interests of Okpa?"

Sensing that Thranduil was moving, she hurriedly went up to help her, but she didn't expect the Elf King to lean over.

"You don't have to give an account to any living being. It's all something I want to do. Finding that Vernoll was supporting himself with his whole body, Thranduil was overjoyed, and instantly felt that the pain of the wound was much weaker. Getting closer to the other party, he said in a slightly solemn tone: "For the sake of my contribution, can I also be an insider?"

With that, he laboriously turned his head to look at the silent Vernor.

It's been seven years, the saber she's been carrying with her for seven years. What happened to the dead Sylvan elf that made Vernor show a ferocious side that was rare to see? What made her leave the stable woodland barracks without hesitation and join the battlefield? Thranduil wanted to know more, why after capturing Hanmidon alive, not only did she not see her relieved, but even more depressed? How much information did she not know about it?

At this moment, the Elf King, who had a headache at the thought of Okpa, actually found that he could be calm enough to say the name.

"What the hell happened to Okpa?"

Why are you still tired of running around for almost 100 years after he left?

He hopes to get answers while discovering where the Sylvain elves have impressed Vernor. Although he didn't want to admit it, he didn't mind copying the other party.

After a brief silence, Vernoer, whose tears had not yet dried in the corners of his eyes, jerked his head on his shoulder. A muffled whimper rang in Thrandil's ears. He wanted to hug her for comfort, but now he couldn't command his hands. He could only move his body with great effort, and welcomed Vernor, who was crying until he could not contain his emotions, into his chest.

Feeling the robe on his chest wet with tears, Vernoll raised his head. She wiped her tears and stood beside Thrandil, before she took out her hollowed-out saber: "I am looking for Hammidon because I have too many doubts about Okpa's death. This knife has always been by my side, why did it fall into the hands of the orcs, and does Okpa's death really have anything to do with Hammidon?"

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the hollowed out, lowered her head and said quietly: "Why is the moon-shaped gem that should have been on the saber missing? I thought that as long as I asked Hammidon, I could solve all my doubts, but I didn't expect that after asking him, my doubts became even more." ”

Thranduil didn't expect this to be so complicated either. He straightened his countenance and shifted himself to sit closer. Perhaps he was too tired from the days of fighting, or perhaps he was completely immersed in painful memories, and even he did not expect Vernoll to rest his head lightly on his shoulder before he spoke.

"That was more than a hundred years ago......," she said.

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Early one morning in 3338 A.D., a jackdaw circled the easternmost part of the Great Green Forest and landed on a large tree with lush foliage. After two hoarse calls, a male elf's hand reached out from among the lush foliage and quickly grabbed the jackdaw's wing.

Somewhere beneath the jackdaw's wings, the elf pulls out a note and disappears into the green leaves. After a few moments, the dense green leaves began to recede in either direction, and a strange-looking treehouse was exposed to the morning light of the forest. The male elf standing in front of the treehouse lit a fire, and after placing the iron pot filled with water on the fire, he threw the note in his hand into the fire, and looked at the fire in amazement.