Seeing that the waiting elves had entered the tent, the High King hurriedly stood up as a sign of respect, and stopped the other party from preparing to remove the mask. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I don't want to force you to do something," he said. Just wish you could help my son. Just be an ordinary father who loves his son deeply. ”

From being transferred to the cavalry team and being surrounded by a dozen elite cavalrymen who were actually controlling their actions in the name of care, it was difficult for Vernor not to be angry with the High King. She had already planned before entering, and if Gilgalad showed the slightest intention of tempting herself with benefits, she would use the prepared reason as a refusal, although it would be a little troublesome to refuse. But she didn't expect that she was not facing the Supreme King now, but an ordinary father.

Father was the only soft place in Vernor's heart during his twenty years in the human kingdom. As long as he thought of his father's worried eyes, Vernoll immediately felt that the rotten food in his hand could be swallowed, the accommodation conditions in the slavery area were not so bad, and his mother was not so ruthless. Later, she tried to fold the unreadable quilt into the shape of her father's open arms, and began to hope that she would be able to return to the dirty bed when she was done. Later, she saw King Aurifel's love for his children even more explicit than his father's. And now she saw the king of the noblest blood, and the love for his son so pure that there was not a trace of impurity. How did she refuse, and what could she use to refuse? She even felt that any kind of purposeful rejection would desecrate the purity of this love. So she just opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"Maybe you're worried about the woodlands?" Seeing that the other party did not respond for a long time, the Supreme King was a little anxious. "Don't worry, Thranduil has become a great king. As long as he continues like this, the Woodland Kingdom will still become a powerful nation. You must know this better than I do. And your help to the Noldor Elves will also play a role in helping the Woodland Kingdom in times of war. You know what I mean. ”

"I see what you mean." Vernorr bowed slightly, "It's just that I'm afraid I won't be able to live up to your expectations." His Royal Highness Prince Noldor is not the former Prince of the Green Forest. ”

These words made the High King breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and he was sure that he had persuaded the other party to go in the right direction to the extreme.

"I know very well that even if Isild and the former Prince of the Green Forest are the same elf, it is impossible to become the current elf king without the exact same experience. So you don't have to worry about that at all. As an elder, he gently placed his hand on Vernor's shoulder as a sign of closeness. No creature will do it better than you, and I will be grateful to you for whatever my son may become. ”

There is no longer any reason to refuse. Vernore bowed slightly and bowed as a junior, and quickly turned around to leave as fast as he could. But how could the wise High King give her this opportunity? In order to ensure that nothing went wrong, the always elegant Gilgalad directly grabbed her.

"Now that you have agreed, I am sure you are well aware of the importance of this matter. Half-heartedness or neglect is not what I want to see. Do you understand what I mean? In order to emphasize the importance, the High King changed his tone to a more serious tone and said, "If it is very necessary, I don't mind using the High King to do something of a warning nature. ”

Vernore smiled silently wryly.

A king is a king, and even if they still have innocent feelings, they will not forget to use the power of the emperor to ensure control of the situation. This is true of King Orifer, so is the High King, and even more so of Thrandil, who has become the King of the Elves.

The soldier carried a bed specially made for Vernor, and moved into Isild's tent in a daze. To this, the High King said: "You are not required to go to the camp every six months, as I do, to sleep with the soldiers, but you should also begin to get used to eating and living with the soldiers who fight side by side." ”

"But, but why her? Is it just her? Isild felt very awkward. He was the Prince of Noldor, who had been mentored by a professional mentor and understood the affairs of male and female elves.

Isild muttered in a low voice, "Why don't you do what you do?" ”

"The prince's proposal is really good." Vernoll hurriedly interjected, and in the face of the High King's slightly reproachful look, he proposed: "Your Majesty will personally take His Royal Highness the Prince to camp in a group camp, and I believe that the warriors will also be deeply honored and inspired. ”

Looking at Isild, who had a sullen face, and then at Vernor, who had been bowing his head, the High King had no choice but to nod.

Maybe I'm really a little too anxious?

But the High King insisted on refusing to move the custom-made bed out.

After Isilde's departure, the High King said, "Why don't you stay here?" ”

Anyway, the current situation really shouldn't let you be too high-profile in the barracks, and it should also be bothered by the woodland.

"I'm really redundant with you. Besides......" Vernoll raised his eyes slightly, looking at the bed with its drape. "I really can't accept your arrangement. When I was in the woodland camp, there was a reason of necessity. ”

"I know about the leg disease and the unexpected departure of King Aurifel." The High King was about to speak a milder way, but never again. Finally the horn that the League had never used before was sounded, and a tight, shrill sound hovered over all the camps. The bloodied soldier was helped into the tent, and the Noldor elf, who had crawled back from the battlefield, closed his eyes forever after saying only one word.

"Anarion (the leader of the Numenorian army) was killed in battle, and the Numenor formation was broken!"

For six years, the Allies finally relied on this solid formation to surround Sauron's army on the plains of Balard. No matter how many undercurrents have been generated within the Alliance, no matter how much pain and hunger the Alliance endures, as long as the formation still exists, all living beings have never been afraid of enemies dozens of times their number. Because the facts make everyone understand that this formation, which gathers the wisdom of all kings and leaders, can one day slowly defeat all the enemies. The Númenoreans, who are more mobile and have a powerful bow and arrow range, play an important role in disrupting the enemy's formation.

Anarion's sacrifice was the final loss of a powerful general in the long run; For the time being, the final alliance no longer has the strength to disperse the enemy's formation.