But is that really good? The spirits fell silent again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Seeing the harsh reality with your own eyes and leaving a glimmer of hope, which is more suitable for the current king of the woodland?

The sight of Okpa's knife falling and falling flashed before his eyes, and Vernor slapped the bed with great force. "There are some things that must be hopeless to avoid more harm!"

A silence also represents acquiescence. Lord Devon deliberately rubbed for a while as the spirits left, and fell last. He will be the spirit who will pass on the conclusions of the meeting to the king. For the sake of his own safety, he intended to ask his advisor about the tone of voice that was most appropriate to use when communicating with the king, but the advisor did not understand his question at all.

The consultant simply said, "Just talk about strategy." He's a king, and he'll be confident when he gets the right strategy, so where is the need to make a show? And ......" Sharp eyes shot at him with a hint of warning, "If the king is Oferel, will you avoid him to discuss strategy?" If it weren't for the fact that you self-consciously clever and lowly West Vervean elven officials had the slightest suspicion of the king, how would the other creatures have behaved like that? You should reflect on your actions, even in the presence of King Oferiel, there has never been a situation where the prince's orders could not be carried out. Lord Devon! ”

Dewen pursed his mouth and lowered his head. He felt a little wronged.

"Well, I have to admit that in the chaos of the time, you were pretty ...... Reasonable. However, King Oferel once said that the first thing an official should be loyalty. Can you deny that the dwarves and humans, sensing your suspicions, began to plant shameful hecklers in their armies? ”

Devin can't deny it. The situation was too chaotic, with dwarves and humans mingling with the forest elves to their deaths, and Devin admits that he was partly responsible. He lowered his head against his chest, as if that would reduce a hint of guilt.

"Lord Dewen, I have great respect for you in my heart." Vernore moved with difficulty and bowed closer to him, his tone soft. "You have followed King Oferel for thousands of years, and you can be said to have completely experienced the establishment of the Great Green Forest Kingdom. As a normal elf mentality, I can also understand the nervousness of officials during the change of power. But you shouldn't, you can be said to be the representative of King Oferiel, his servant. Only with the approval of a minister like you will the people of the Great Green Forest be united, and our king will be more prominent. Besides, didn't we just come to the conclusion that attacking the Black Gate was the best course of action? If it were King Oferiel, what would he do with this proposal? As I am sure you know, even if Thranduil's proposal is ridiculous, King Oferel will only use means to make it the best way to implement it. And the will of our great king is not only not absurd, but it is inevitable in the future. ”

Old Dewen burst into tears and stepped forward to support Vernor. "It's me who is confused, I am confused! After that, I will learn from King Oferiel and only think about the best way to carry out the king's will, not how to deny it first. ”

"There was a lot of disrespect just now, I hope you will understand." Vernorr withdrew his hands that were held by Devon, and before the other party could adjust his emotions, he raised his hand and beckoned the soldiers outside the tent. "Go and call a dwarven craftsman."

Devin, who had always been attentive to his appearance, immediately put away all his wounds, turned his back to the soldier and said in an extremely majestic voice, "Let the dwarf make an identical metal according to the crown of the branches." Be quick! ”

"I'm sorry that I didn't explain my strategic thinking to you a few days ago."

In the final tent of the League's great main tent, the eyes of all the kings and officials were suspicious, scrutinizing, and even teasing and ridiculing at the king of the woodlands standing in the center of the tent. And the king, with the crown of branches, looked around with piercing eyes, and raised his hand to summon the soldiers who rose up with a large map of sheepskins.

As the large map unfolded on the ground, the delicate moccasin boots stomped on the location of the Black Gate of Mordor. The scepter in his hand drew a circle at the Black Gate.

"It is true that I should not lead the Woodland King Division to attack the Black Gate alone, but should mobilize the entire alliance to participate in the attack." Thranduil smirked at the commotion, and even smiled surprisingly calmly at the officials of other countries who said, "You are looking at the overall situation because of your selfish desires."

"Everyone. Attacking the Black Gate is inevitable. He raised his voice, bowing slightly towards Gilgalad and Irendiel. A confident smile made Gilgalad raise his hand, quieting the tent.

"You can say that I am because of selfish desires, or you can say that I am not calm enough. But I want you to hear me first. The scepter in his hand shook slightly, and although he tried his best to hide it, his high-pitched and loud voice still revealed a trace of sadness. What's under the Black Gate? Countless goblins are arranged in it, with the help of the high-temperature furnace under the Black Gate to create strong orcs! This is why the Black Gate Detection, which was supposed to be completely dangerous, suddenly appeared tens of thousands of strong orcs, causing our alliance to lose thousands of soldiers. ”

There was silence at first, and then it erupted. Judging from the expressions of most people, it is indeed as expected by Dewen, everyone is more or less aware of it, but they don't bring it up. Thranduil lifted her chin, and the corners of Guanyu's face and mouth curled slightly.

Such an expression appeared on his peachy face, coupled with half-drooping eyelids and a deep voice, even Gilgalad

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, a hero out of a teenager. Not counting that weird helmet on his head, of course.

"We've taken note of what you've said." King Arnoir Irendil straightened his body slightly, and said jokingly, "Attacking the Black Gate is inevitable. But not now—the Black Gate was well defended, and Sauron had sent a heavy army to garrison it, so he could only try it slowly. ”

"Your Majesty, Honorable Arnol, you will not forget the original purpose of the establishment of the Last Alliance." Capturing the approval in Gilgalad's eyes, Thranduil's confidence increased a lot. Sure enough, as Devon said, the Elven Supreme King would have the same strategy. "It's to fight Sauron to the death! Instead of a small battle every day, a big battle every ten days. Of course, from the standpoint of the elves, it is better to slowly figure it, and we can wait. But what about you? Can the Kingdom of Arnoor wait? You are human, not elf. Are you planning to let your youngest grandchildren come here as adults? I've heard you've been having a headache lately about upgrading your weapons and armor. When it comes to weapons and armor, I think only you know best how much more weapons are sold in the Dwarven Kingdom than they used to be, right? ”

Under the attention of countless pairs of eyes, the top general of the dwarves shrank into the corner with an expression of "I'm just a small character, I don't know anything".