"Troop ...... Terrain...... The lineup of enemies...... I don't even know what kind of creature I'm going to face. Do you know www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion? The woodland soldiers were the most numerous, but the poorest in equipment, and they would have struck a stone with an egg. He buried his head between his hands, and his words choked. But the thought that my father was still there made me ......"

She can relate to that. She also has a love object that is falling into the dirty hands of the enemy, and she doesn't know where it has gone. Looking out through the gap in the tent, you can see the Sylvan elven soldiers in training. They should have been in the dense forest, enjoying the moisture of the trees and the sun. Will they be able to return to the forest in the future? Can you go back to the forest and have all the memories of the past? Vernor was going to push the Woodland King one step further.

"I have never believed that King Orifer has left. Maybe one day he'll come back. With her eyes full of amazement, she bowed slightly to Thranduil, "But you have not guarded the king of the woodlands, what will you do when King Aurifel returns?" ”

"You're right." Thranduil finally found the king's target, and he slowly stood with his chest straight, his serious expression giving him a sense of not being angry but threatening. "I will make the Woodland Kingdom belong only to Orifer."

"There's one thing I want to ask for your forgiveness." Vernorr shook the branches in his hand and slowly unfolded them. "While taming the dome deer, the king of the woodlands had his crown trampled on. You know, I'm poor, and I can only make you a crown made of twigs. For the sake of the branches of the Great Green Forest, please lower the punishment for me. ”

After putting the twig on Thrandil's head, Vernor felt very strange. The noble king and the humble and yellowish branches of the tree are really not right.

She smiled apologetically, and was about to take off the crown when a hand firmly blocked it.

"The king of the great green forest should wear the branches and leaves of the great green forest on his head and put it in his heart. You've done a great job, and I've decided not to punish you. ”

"But you didn't look in the mirror...... she searched her mind quickly for reasons to convince the other party as quickly as possible, "at least, it's not so perfect now." Belch...... You can see that the corners are not symmetrical. ”

"Then you can make it perfect." Thranduil bent down deeply and put his head into Vernor's hand. After the other party took off the crown, he poked his head forward again, and his lips almost kissed the crown. "Get it done before the evening. In the evening I will go to the main tent of the League to participate in the deliberations. ”

"As you wish, honorable ......" Funor, who reacted, opened his mouth wide, looked at the crown in his hand, and then swept the eyebrows that were close to him, and said helplessly: "You don't plan to take it to the main tent to discuss it." It really doesn't deserve to be your king. I swear to Vera that no king would crown his head with such a vile thing. And other creatures will find it weird, too. ”

"You're wrong this time." Thranduil rose to meet her gaze in satisfaction. "From now on there will be kings who will use this kind of crown. As for the other creatures, they would also think that there was nothing wrong with the king carrying a crown made of branches. I am the king, and of course it is up to me to decide what kind of king he wears. ”

Seeing Thrandil's unquestionable appearance, Vernorr relented. At the time of Thranduil's departure, she finally calmed down and muttered, "The Dome Deer was given to you by Avril...... Hope you enjoy it. ”

A pair of beautiful blue and purple eyes appeared in front of him, and the waves were full of laughter, which was incompatible with the battlefield touched by the afterglow of the vision. Thranduil shook her head, her large, blue-purple eyes out of her own. "Avril's business...... I'm sad. ”

The grief on her face was fleeting, and she frowned slightly as she looked at the crown of her head. "If the elves grieve over something that cannot be changed, the eternal life that Iluvita has given us is no longer a gift, but a punishment."

"I'm not going to let gifts become punishment. May you be the same. Thranduil felt like she was talking nonsense. How could Vernorr be an elf living in the pain of the past?

At the door of the tent, bowing down to bid farewell to the king who had gone to the parade, Devin took a sip of water and walked into the king's tent. He has organized the language to make sure that he can explain everything that is now facing in the shortest possible time. But he also has a lot to say, and it seems like this will be a long conversation.

Neither Dewen, nor the officials who entered the account with Dewen, could have imagined that the first serious meeting after the new king's accession to the throne would begin with the question of branches. The consultants, who had never communicated directly with them before, were a little happy to see them coming.

"Hey, my lords, it's great that you're here." A slightly irritated voice pierced the ears of each elf through the heavy curtains. As the curtain of the bed was gently lifted a corner, the elf with the silver mask shook a pile of dead branches in his hand before the eyes of the elves. "How am I going to make this pile of branches look like an expensive crown?"

Is this really Edmund the Great Advisor who doesn't know how to give orders and can still successfully break the siege of the palace? The officials looked at each other, all thinking that they had gone to the wrong tent. Only Lord Devin has keenly captured the possible purpose of the words "tiara" and "expensive" when they are linked. He stroked his chin and said quietly, "It's hard to look expensive with branches. However, if you change to a metal of a similar color and make an exact one in this shape......"

The blue eyes behind the silver mask suddenly lit up, and he finally returned to the state of a normal advisor. "This problem is solved. So let's get started. ”

The meeting begins with the strange helmet and ends with the strange helmet. Although the opening and closing were extremely strange, the process and harvest were satisfying to all living beings. As if the captain of the guard, Elos, pointed to the map and explained the key role of the Black Gate in the enemy, coupled with the conclusion of the great advisor's close observation, the near-perfect ending made every elf excited. Lord Devon rubbed his hands together with joy, and from time to time he made a fist and waved it in front of his chest.

"It's a win-win-win-win This will not only grant the wish of the king, but also make His Majesty's behavior and behavior in the past few days extremely forward-looking. We only need to explain at that time, explaining that His Majesty was in a bad mood and was drugged at that time, so that His Majesty did not give the whole strategy. In this way, the king of my woodland will be able to appear perfectly in the final alliance, leaving a visionary image of the emperor to all living beings. In the end, Dewen couldn't help but clash his palms in excitement and clapped an incomparably loud applause.

"The most important thing is to fulfill His Majesty's wish to go to the Black Gate. It is also possible to ...... Confirming the old king's ......" was seconded with great calm from the officials.