"This is a more merciful method......" said Lord Dewen, who had not tasted this kind of torture, and took two steps earlier, and said with great concern. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info"But your advisor is a little bit out of the ordinary. In order to prevent more Sylvan elves from being frightened by her actions, would you like to talk to her?"

"No! Lord Dewen, you are wrong. Edmund hurriedly interjected, lest everyone misunderstand the great advisor. "I swear, the Sylvan elves I've come into contact with are only worries about the advisor's mental state. You can't imagine how many Sylvan elves I've turned down to visit the advisor these days! They also came up with more cruel tricks...... Want me to pass it on......"

What did she really want from the orcs? She held a saber in a daze for a long time, completely in a fugue state. I also ignore myself, and it's good to be able to reply to the last sentence after saying ten sentences. Never before had this happened to Vernor, and Thranduil was worried.

He turned around irritably, glaring at Captain Eloth. "What did she find out, and what did she want to know from the orcs?"

"It's like an orc. Captain Elos, who had been sent to inquire about the situation, knew that Thranduil would not be satisfied with this answer, so he had to add another sentence. "The saber that the orc used to use seems to be in the advisor's hand. ”

The name of Okpa's relics popped into his mind, and Thranduil looked even more agitated. He changed his mind and stopped the topic, "It seems like it's been 3 days." Sauron's army did not reappear for 3 days. ”

All the elves looked in the direction of the Black Gate and were silent, only Edmund thought it was a good thing. Isn't it good that there are no enemies?

In the "Last Alliance" tent, the atmosphere was very dreary. All the generals and kings of the alliance noticed the unusual nature of the war.

The High King Gilgalad felt creepy, and he glanced at Elendil before turning to Thranduil and asking, "In your experience, what do you think could be the case?"

"The only possibility is to transfer troops. Thranduil, who had been invited to hurry up, took a large sip of wine, slowed his heartbeat, and then said slowly: "I think that only when the number of soldiers is large enough and there are enough troops, will the commander need a certain amount of time to arrange." He didn't know that his current appearance was in the eyes of other beings, representing incomparable calmness and confidence.

Elendil broke the brief silence. "Enough of a hundred thousand, two hundred thousand?" he whispered as his fingers tapped aimlessly on the table, whispering only to Gilgalad beside him, "We only had 100,000 soldiers at the most. Now counting all the elves relocated from the Woodland Kingdom, there are only 90,000 people. ”

"Personally, I agree with you, Thrandil. The great High King Gilgalad cast an approving glance and did not hesitate to praise him. Of course, he also took the time to glance at his own son Isilde, who was sitting next to Thrandil. With admiration for King Aurifel, he decided to educate Isild from now on and let him face more difficulties and problems.

"If both the Human Emperor and the High King agree with the King of the Woodlands, do we need to increase our forces?" said Anarion, the leader of the Nomenor's army, as he squeezed a few words out of his mouth with resentment. "But where else can we get the soldiers?" there could be no second kingdom that would be overwhelming, at least not Noumenor.

In the corner where the officials of various countries were seated, I don't know who shouted at the top of their voices, "Except for the dwarven kingdom, all the soldiers from all countries have arrived." ”

What the hell is this?, Colin, the top general of the dwarven army, swept around on tiptoe, still not looking for anyone to speak. All the strange eyes were cast on him, and he knew he had to say something. What should he do when he was the leader of the countries who wanted soldiers, and then when he loved money and wanted to save face, he let himself send a thousand soldiers over to join the battle, and his heart ached for three whole months?

Colin subconsciously glanced at Thranduil, who was giving his opinion, and suddenly had a perfect excuse.

"I don't agree with the King of the Woodlands. I don't think that a ** creature who lives with his female advisor every day will have any correct opinion. ”

Just when everyone thought that the dwarven leader Colin would be severely taught a lesson by the king of the woodland for his disrespect, Thrandil, who was named, was extremely calm. He tilted his head and thought for a moment before he opened his big blue eyes and asked in the direction where the Woodland King official was sitting, "What does ** mean?"

Silence, long silence. No living creature would have imagined that such a topic would appear in such a serious meeting. Even the woodland officials didn't know how to explain to their own king what "*** means." The word itself should not appear in the elf thesaurus for elves.

The instinct made Thranduil feel that it was not a good word. When he confirmed with his eyes that Isild didn't know why, he turned to the Supreme King Gilgalad, the supreme spiritual leader of the elves.

"Ahem, this dwarven general, you don't know anything about elves. Gilgalad also struggled with how to explain it. But he wanted to make sure of one thing first. "Thrandil, if I'm not mistaken, your father and mother didn't have you until nearly three hundred years after they got married?"

Before he could answer the question, all the elves present had already shown expressions of sudden realization, and cast sympathetic and sympathetic glances at him. Especially Elrond, who was sitting not far away. Although he kept his mouth covered with his hands, his eyes, which were curved almost into a slit, showed that he was snickering.

What was wrong?, Thranduil, at last, had a sense of anger in his laughter.

Oferel isn't perfect, is he? At least in this respect, Oferel was slow to teach his son, and he didn't even teach his son?Gilgalad began to organize language in his mind when he decided to send a mentor in this area to contact his son tomorrow. However, Anarion, the leader of the Nomenorian army, could not stand it for the first time.

"Colin, as a general sent by the dwarves, you should at least know about the races of the alliance first. Anarion conveyed the message of "It's okay" to Thranduil with his eyes, and said solemnly, "Elves are a race that can't be **." An elf can only have one companion, or that kind of relationship with a living being, and it must be in love. In that kind of relationship without love, the elves will be in ashes. The violent elf will also lose the right to love forever, which will be an eternal harm to both parties. You can see them sleeping with men and women in the elves' tents, because the holy elves never know what '*** is, and naturally don't do '*** things. ”