Fëanor was only disrespectful to the Veras, but the Elven King pointed the finger at the owner of the Veras, Iluvita! What's even more terrifying is that the Elven King did such a disrespectful act towards Iluvita, and he actually used the scepter of the High Priest. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The High Priest of the Woodland felt as if the skin of his whole body had been grabbed so hard that he lost control of his feet. He could only shout, "Your Majesty, you can't do this! Disrespecting Vera will result in exile, and disrespecting Iluvita, God knows what punishment will be." ”

What kind of punishment? Is there a more terrible punishment than not being able to get a beloved creature and live alone forever? Don't blame me for being too ruthless if you refuse to show up to relieve me.

Thranduil stopped what he was doing, gasped and glared at the broken statue, snorting with disdain in his heart.

For a king who is so dedicated that the gods must appear after the strict completion of the tedious rituals, or else they will be deprived of what the supplicant has done. Even the gods of all things need to be punished for their absence. What's more, after the appearance of the West Ver Elves, Iluvita did not send a summons to her people, the West Verish Elves, to go to Amen Continent.

As he threw out his power, the Elven King shouted to the officials who had heard the noise, "Burn down the temple and the temple with nearby wood." From now on, my Woodland Kingdom will never worship any gods again!"

The High Priest fainted directly. The officials who rushed over were also stunned for several minutes before they walked out of the sacrificial hall tremblingly and fearfully under the angry gaze of the elf king that was enough to make the elves die. Obviously, this order, which caused all the Wood Elves to abandon their faith and no longer be able to communicate with the Villas, was carried out more slowly than Thranduil could have imagined. It was so slow that the Elven King dragged his exhausted body and smashed all the statues of Vera in the altar with a very slow movement, but still did not see the wood elves move the wood into the sacrificial hall.

You can't blame the Wood Elves for this.

In the hearts of the wood elves, the elf king is naturally more important than his own life, but faith is also more important than life. For the sake of the king's command, it took a long time for each of the wood elves to think about it. After pouring a few bottles of wine, looking at the wine bottle in their hands, they chose the Elf King. After all, the pious worship of the wood elves for thousands of years has never brought any Vera to appear, but the king's love is everywhere. As for the question of whether Villa will punish themselves. Anyway, Vera has never given His Majesty and the woodland any gifts, and it is estimated that she has long forgotten about the woodland kingdom, and she probably won't know about the burning down of the temple dedicated to them. There is no need to worry about how to get married without a temple (the elves must go to the temple to pray to the gods before they can be married), and His Majesty promises to send blessings to all the newlywed elves at the palace gate every night. The king's blessing is much more practical than Vera, who has never been seen before, and maybe he will also reward the king with a special drink as a wedding gift?

Seeing that the wood elves were moving, Dewen was so anxious that he almost jumped up and down. He wished that the captain of the guard, Eros, had not been ordered to go out and clean up the forest where there might be enemies, so that he could at least unite with Eros to prevent the wood elves from burning the temple. It was found that some woodland officials also had the intention of "what Your Majesty tells us to do, we will do it", and they shouted angrily: "Disrespecting the gods will be punished severely, do you want Your Majesty to be exiled?"

This succeeded in causing the Wood Elf to pause all movements. Although the elven king, who was physically exhausted, was helped out of the altar and sat on a chair not far away, urging him again and again, and he swore not to give up until he burned it, Dewen's concern still made all the elves present slow down the movements in their hands.

A wood elf who was nearly four thousand years old walked up to Dewen with a wooden man, stopped, and asked boldly: "My lord, are you too worried? Obviously, we burned down the sacrificial hall and the temple, what does it matter to Your Majesty? Even if Vera is really unreasonable and wants to punish Your Majesty, then we can also be punished on Your Majesty's behalf." Besides, does Vera really exist? Ever since I was born, I haven't seen any Vera warm a wood elf with his light. ”

"If Vera is really reasonable, how can she forget the woodland?" Dewen was so angry that he snatched the wood from the other party's arms and threw it aside. He tilted his head slightly, and the trembling official beside him shouted, "I don't want Your Majesty to be punished by the gods, so I immediately invite Lord Rivendell here." ”

Actually, Dewen would like to invite the advisor to come. After all, the king's advisor is a woman, and she is well versed in the temper of the elven king, and can always make the elven king change his mind with a sentence or two. But Edwin still put all his hopes on Lord Ringu. In the eyes of Dewen, who is more than 3,000 years old, the king's advisor is not only an official, but also a female elf who has just escaped from danger and needs to recuperate. Fortunately, the hurried Lord of Ringu did not disappoint Dewen.

"It's just a matter of smashing the statue, but I haven't heard that Iluvita would punish her own children for such a thing. But Thrandil, burning down the Sacrificial Hall is also disrespectful to Vera, and they have never been soft on Fëanor, and will definitely give you a harsh sentence. "I found that the bitter persuasion only brought the white eyes of the elf king. The elven king, with a determined face, even put his hands on the armrests, showing signs that he was going to do it himself, and Elrond had to signal all the nearby creatures to retreat first.

"Severe punishment?In the eyes of the greatest wise men of Middle-earth, am I Thranduil scared to be over 200 years old?" Kneading his almost numb legs, Thranduil glared at the elves who were moving the wood. "It's just exile. Will it be scarier than the battle of the Last Alliance?"

The elven king's fierce gaze was separated by a short distance, but it still made the wood elves speed up a little. Of course, they also fell the wood with their hands, or balanced the benefits of speeding up the movement by pretending to fall.

"Well, exile may not be as terrible as that battle. But have you ever wondered what you would do if you exiled the Wood Elves?

The order to burn down the sacrificial hall and the temple was withdrawn by the Elven King because of these two problems of the wise man. Wiping his sweat and looking at the elf king who was half-helped away by the lord of Ringu, Dewen breathed a long sigh of relief. But when he thought that once this matter was seen by humans, and he didn't know what it would smear the elf king and lord into, Dewen, who had just relaxed, hated the roots of his teeth again.

Fortunately, Thranduil was able to control her legs freely before she met the humans, and she was able to distance herself from Elrond. Hearing that Vernorr was so frightened that he was about to rush to persuade him, the elven king was so anxious that he almost ran, and soon left Elrond far behind, so that the human who rushed to the elf king with a gossip heart and planned to see the elven king and the lord's "deep love" pounced.