What's even more terrifying is that the Númenor's formation was broken, and I don't know how many enemies are pouring into the gap in the formation, parrying their sharp weapons on the Nomenorians who have lost their leader. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's been six years, and the orcs must have had enough of Númenor's bow and arrows. In the past, they could not get close to the Númenorians at all, and they would never be relentless.

"Let all the soldiers in the barracks evacuate with the Númenoreans, and I will personally lead the troops to the top of the gap in the formation. What? The Dendans have already begun to fill the gap? Very well! Let Lorraine and the Woodlands send some archers to fill in the positions as I arrange. He told the prince to set out at once, and take his three thousand cavalry to intercept the enemy. The High King spoke as he put on his freshly removed armor, and as he put on his helmet at the end, he raised his chin at Vernor. "Go on, kid. Please ensure the safety of the prince. ”

He thought that Vernore would soon take the order, but he didn't expect the other party to stand still. Anger and the urgency of the situation at hand caused the High King to roar: "What are you waiting for, waiting for the enemy to rush to our camp?"

I didn't expect that the anger that could shake all living beings tremble, but I just made the other party close his eyes and tilt his chin slightly.

"Although it is not known about the casualties of the Númenorian army, it ...... At this time, they are the best weapons, and it is not advisable to lose the commander for too long. The Dengdans have already filled the gap before you......"

Gilgalad knew what she wasn't saying. What she wanted to say but didn't say was that if she didn't take over the Numenorian army in time, she would fall behind the Dendans.

Gilgalad was stunned!

He wanted to ask if you were really only 500 years old? Is it really the first time you have participated in a battle of this magnitude? Even if I was worried about the safety of the barracks, you would have ignored it, but you could immediately clear all the layouts and see through the loopholes at a glance? In such a tense situation, I thought of arranging for the commander to take over the remaining soldiers of Númenor, so that they could turn the pain of losing their generals into a powerful fighting force. This method is many times better than the archers who barely managed to squeeze out the rowings and woodlands from the few soldiers who were already in the minority.

Is this the meticulousness and delicacy that only female beings can have?

"Did you hear what the prince's advisor said? The High King looked at Vernor with complicated eyes, and even though he had many words in his heart, he could only hold back for the time being, and hurried to the battlefield. At the moment of getting on the horse, the first thing the High King decided to do after returning was to revise the official letter that would only be taken out after the war. The future identity of the female elf should be changed from a princess to a princess or a queen. This was the only official way left for her after the war ended and the eviction of the forest land and the official letter of personnel transfer had lost its effect. The reason why it is necessary to write in advance is just to let the person being arranged add a touch when he sees the date set in the official letter.

The final alliance only took a week, and managed to stabilize the original formation despite the sudden loss of a great leader. Of course, all living beings take credit for this to the Most High King. In the eyes of the living beings, it was the High King, who fought the enemy in an emergency, who sent the appropriate generals to take over the Númenor legion in time, which made the Númenorian legion, which was not low in combat power, burst out with amazing strength. Even the Númenorans, the archers, were encouraged by their new generals and the High King to use arrows as swords to slay countless enemies that poured in through the breaches. Of course, no matter how heroic the Númenóreans were, this battle was fought for half a month. For half a month, not only the Supreme King and the Human Emperor Elendil did not go to the battlefield, but even the Noldor Prince Isild led his knights to sleep on the battlefield and be on call at any time.

When the last gap in the formation was filled by the Noldor Elves, all the enemies who knew they had missed another good opportunity retreated. Looking at the enemy who turned around and retreated, the High King and Elendir, who had a bloody face, glanced at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. However, they did not think that the enemy could easily come down once they had withdrawn.

"Let's have a meeting tonight. After half a month, I can finally say goodbye to the great Anarion. Elendil subconsciously looked in the direction of the woodland army and shook his head. "Do you want to invite the Elven King......? If too much has happened and there is no big farewell party, will he be displeased?"

The Elven King must have been quite displeased, but not necessarily for the sake of the farewell party.

The High King dropped the phrase "No invitation, no pass" and hurried back to his royal tent. He finally got enough time to revise the official letter, and there was a little nervousness at the moment when he put pen to paper, but fortunately there was not much content. After solemnly stamping the official letter with the coat of arms of the High King and the Kingdom of Linton, Gilgalad did not forget to sign his signature. Only then did he seal the letter in a leather bag and call his deputy, Serdan.

"Put this away. In due course, the prince will ask you for this. Turning to him, he said to Isild, "If you have a problem with the match, and I happen to be not with you, you can ask Serdan for an official letter." That official letter can help you solve the problem. ”

The Wind Ring in his hand trembled slightly, hinting at his fate. A sense of foreboding has been around the High King's mind since Anarion's death. This great king thought of the fate of death in advance, but he would not retreat, not to mention that everything had already been arranged.

Even if I can't go down with you, then help you find the most powerful assistant. As for whether there will be feelings, Gilgalad is not worried at all.

And what Isilde was thinking about was: the problem of marriage, why is my father not there, and has he been on tour for state affairs like before?

Isild thought the camp was so noisy that he couldn't think properly. However, it is still much more comfortable than sleeping directly on the battlefield. He began to regret a little that he had given up his camp to the woodland advisor, oh no, now his advisor.

"You must remember this!" said the High King, raising his voice to make sure that Isild had remembered it, before leaning into his ear. "Rest well, and don't go to the meeting later. ”

If Isild knew that the Elven King was planning to kill him with the Eye Knife, he would have understood why the High King had not allowed him to attend the meeting.

After a simple mourning ceremony, when all the generals of the alliance had just unfolded the battle map and were about to discuss the future battle plan of the enemy army, Thranduil only glanced at the map, looked up and asked, "Will Prince Noldor's cavalry be responsible for the central assault mission?"