The convoy, which was scheduled to depart at noon every day, was rescheduled for the evening. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Commanding a dozen elven soldiers, Furnor, led three carriages wrapped in extremely tight raincloths, and slowly walked out of the city gate. The team struck the eyes of the orc leader who stood on the trees and watched from afar, and he finally thought of what to do. Maybe trap them for a few days so that they can't carry weapons and food out?

With a wave of his hand, he watched as the orcs, who had been hungry all night, pounced on the carriage.

He didn't think about why the elves didn't release their bows and arrows when they saw the orcs rushing up. He instinctively thought that if Hammidon saw a few bows and arrows on the battlefield, his fate might change from being beheaded to being beheaded.

For the first time in the halls of the palace, the captain of the convoy was allowed to sit in - this was what Vernor meant, so that all the elves who might think of a solution should come, and in any case a solution must be discussed before nightfall.

In Vernor's words, "Now is not the time to worry about this, the soldiers on the front line must not be short of supplies, Lord Edmund." ”

The process went well, but the ending drove the elves crazy. After an afternoon of heated discussions, it is clear that there is no effective solution!

The fortification of the palace and the victories from the front line undoubtedly increased the confidence of the elves who remained behind. It is impossible for the orcs to conquer the palace with thousands of them, but if they want to plunder the convoy, it can also be called "effortless". Thinking that the supply from the front line would only last three days, or perhaps less, Edmund felt that it was not a fluffy cotton pad sitting under his buttocks, but pins and needles.

Edmund is too optimistic!

Once a war starts, the number of arrows used per day is unpredictable. After the victory of the last alliance, the subsequent battles will inevitably consume more arrows, how can we use common sense to infer the amount of supplies on the front line? Vernor sighed softly, not daring to think about the scene of the elves without bows and arrows tearing apart the orcs in close quarters.

"If they don't leave, then we will have to attack. Vernoll stood up and was "pregnant with the old, the sick, and the disabled...... Well, the old, weak, sick and crippled elves who are not pregnant are going to kill thousands of half-orcs" puffed up his chest and asked very calmly: "Who knows how to give orders?"

The orc leader slumped comfortably on his side on the thick trunk of the tree. His eyes were fixed on the largest gate of the Woodland Palace, and he was not in a hurry at all. Thinking that it would not be long before he could rob a real cart full of bows and arrows and food, he waved excitedly the saber that Hammidon had given him, and once again weighed at least ten times - "Keep an eye on it, and let not a gate be spared." ”

As if he had been protected by Morgoth, as soon as his words fell, a soldier shouted, "There you have it!"

He stood still on a tree branch and squinted slightly in the direction of the city gate. The main gate, which was heavy and incomparably tall in the eyes of the orcs, opened a thin slit. As the gap slowly widened, several carriages slowly left the city gate late under the escort of soldiers for more than ten years.

He casually pointed to the two squad leaders, and was about to order them to lead the team forward, but he saw that the other side gate also opened. The same sight was seen in front of three other city gates. Is this the elf bringing us dinner?, he hesitated, and cursed in his mind the distance between each gate, dividing the whole group into five squads.

"Each team is responsible for keeping an eye on a city gate, and not a single carriage is spared. He followed one of the squads as he ran towards the main gate. As he stood at the gate of the city, which was already empty, he suddenly thought of the elven arrow rain he had seen a few days ago, and an ominous premonition slowly spread from the soles of his feet to his whole body. Before he could say retreat, a heavy object fell from the air at his feet - was it wine?

No orc wanted to believe that it was a pre-dinner aperitif that the elves had invited them to, though they wished it were. Along with the wine came the torches. When their bodies were filled with the pungent smell of inferior wheat wine, torches fell from the sky, and all the orcs turned into fireballs in an instant.

"It's not very kind to entertain friends from afar with only wine and fire!" Fnorr, who was standing behind the gate, smiled softly, and rushed forward with an arrowless bow in his hand to push open the gate one step ahead of the elves. The sound of trumpets followed around the city, and all the gates were wide open, and the old, weak, sick and crippled elves with sickles, saws, benches, and copper feet poured out (don't be too casual with their weapons!, it was not easy for the civilian elves defending the city to find these things), and they greeted the orcs who were busy getting rid of the flames, jumping on the ground, or making some strange dance gesture.

The soldiers who were supposed to be holding on to the lookout were squeezed by the old and young elves. As it turns out, don't underestimate the old elves, whose ability to create noise is unmatched (see Square Dance for a real-life example in the modern version). At this time, they held aloft all the utensils they could find, and they kept tapping the iron objects with spoons, knives, forks, and other utensils, making a sound that made the orcs crazy, and overwhelming each other with momentum. The elderly elf, who is slightly agile, will also take the time to throw a stone out or send a lingua franca when making a manic sound.

Before leaving, the prince's adviser smiled and said to them, "It doesn't matter if you can hit the enemy or not, the most important thing is that you are happy." ”

Until today, Edmund had been confronting the prince's advisors from a parallel perspective. When he saw the civilian elves who were full of fierceness and fierce spirit holding all kinds of hard objects as weapons under the initiation of the advisors, he planned to switch to the perspective of looking up in the future. In the evening, when he saw the old elves coming from all directions with strange vessels, as if they had regained their youth, he involuntarily lowered his head, and dared only to peek at the prince's advisers.

With the exception of the soldier and him, all the elves were assigned tasks. He admits that even he believes that the plan will effectively and safely defeat all enemies and open the way for transportation. But why didn't he have a mission? He was a little angry, and glanced at the advisor's broken left shoulder pad, which was temporarily held in place with an iron clasp, and thought to himself: I won't tell you how many armor there are in the collection room that you can use for the time being—forget it, I'll go and get it for you.

Estimating the time of the battle, Edmund walked slowly towards the collection hall. Halfway through, he made a small stop in front of the warehouse. Looking at the arrows in the warehouse, which were bundled and untouched, ready to be sent to the front, he nodded—it was wise for my king to leave an advisor.

Edmund, although not very intelligent, was also a man of principles. The reason he was not in favor of going to war was that the supplies delivered to the front could not be used. So when the advisor agreed to his request, Edmund seemed extremely calm.