The cold Mithril armor with the remaining blood irritated the wound in Thrandel's palm, and the golden strands of golden hair wrapped in the Mithril armor pierced his heart even more. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The most important thing about info is that the words written on rags, I don't know if they were haloed by the water or not written correctly at all, at a glance it is not any words that Thranduil knows!

Be calm, Thrandil, and be able to send her hair and Mithril armor to show that Vernorr is valuable in the eyes of her enemies, and that she will not be killed at least. But if you lose your mind and provoke the enemy, Vernorr will only be more dangerous.

With countless movements in her dreams to imprint a kiss on her unclean blonde hair, Thranduil succeeded in dispelling the mist that shrouded her eyes with astonishing self-control.

Half an hour later, a light rider and a horned deer walked out of Dongkou Town almost at the same time. The difference was that the light rider carried a letter written by the Elven King himself and went straight to the Woodland King City. The letter will be handed over to a professional communications officer in the royal city to be delivered to Rivendell as quickly as possible. The horned deer, on the other hand, followed Mino, who had stopped to sniff the ground, and slowly walked towards a place to the east of the woodland.

The Woodland Provisional Army, consisting of about two hundred Wood Elf warriors, quietly assembled in front of the drizzling town of Dongkou. During the whole assembly process, only the sound of hurried footsteps was heard, and all the soldiers maintained serious expressions, and completed the formation according to the gestures made by the captain of the guard.

Among them are veteran soldiers who are more than 2,000 years old and have rich battlefield experience, and there are also naïve teenagers who are about to become adults. Some of them were soldiers drawn from the nearest town of Nanmen, and some of them were guards who hurried from the border after receiving orders. No matter where they came from or what kind of personality they had, they were silent at the command of the Elven King, and began to stride in the same direction with the same steps.

Arguably the most terrifying silent army in Middle-earth, it quickly reached the Elven King's designated position. Although they didn't understand the reason for being urgently transferred, all the soldiers still turned their eyes to the elven king who was standing not far away. As the best soldiers, they don't miss a single physical movement of their commander.

But after a moment, the Elf King raised his head and kept his head down. The Elven King, who did not wear any accessories, not even a forehead ornament, made the soldiers feel a sense of oppression that they had never felt before. Even though there was no expression on his face, only the rain kept flowing down his forehead, sideburns, and eyes.

After receiving the new order, the silent army quickly lined up behind the Elven King in a fan-shaped formation. It was not until the last soldier was in his satisfactory position that Thranduil stepped forward and pulled open the baffle of branches and green leaves that covered the hole.

He shouted at the bottomless cavern where a few glimmers of light could be seen, "I am the Elven King Thrandil......"

Even the soldiers farthest from the cave heard screams of varying lengths coming from the cave. Of course, the creatures outside the cave would not know, and this sentence alone made Kubi, the orc who was still spitting a second ago, recounting his experience of "bravely entering" Dongkou Town, shed tears.

If there is a sky in the cave, Kubi would like to raise his head and look at the sky and roar: "It's just a cart of meat steaks, why don't the rich elf kings come and kill them all?"

Of course, there was no sky in the cave, but the Elven King's next words succeeded in stopping Kubi's tears and finding a chance of life. His lingua franca came slowly but clearly from the mouth of the cave. The Elven King said, "I promise you, as long as you don't hurt my elves, you can ask for food or weapons." Tell me, what do you really want?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he made promises that were higher than expected, and he couldn't blame Thranduil. Because the orcs wrote all the common scripts wrong, Thrandil, who was fluent in six languages, did not know them. He could only give the Oakes the items they wanted the most at the moment, based on his own judgment, and in exchange for that. Finding that his words only made the cave suddenly quiet, and did not get any response, the elf king had to show his final hole cards.

"I can get you out of the woodland safely......" With that, he bit his lower lip out of blood.

Letting go of Oakes means the complete defeat of the Elven King, who has never bowed his head to the enemy on the battlefield, and it also means letting go of the feud that killed his relatives and friends. From a national point of view, it means that the woodland kingdom compromises with the evil forces. From then on, the Elven King will be suspected by the Allies for this move, and it is very likely that the woodland will be in an embarrassing position outside of the two sides of good and evil.

Thranduil had no choice. Either let them go, or turn yourself into a soulless walking corpse with the death of Vernor.

"As long as my elf is alive, give her back to me, and the woodland is willing to open the northeast border for you. In order to prevent the stupid Oakes from understanding the meaning, the Elven King hurriedly added: "From the anti-jam on the north side of the woodland, you can soon reach the Gondaba, the Grey Mountains, or the Bleaked Wasteland......

Of course, the wood elves who were closer to Thranduil would not have known the terrible consequences of such a move. They were so moved that they couldn't speak, and they didn't dare to make any moves, so they could only cast all their eyes full of love on the elven king's body. In their eyes, the King of the Woodlands bowed to his enemies for the safety of an elf, which only showed how much he cared for his people. How fortunate it is to be a child of the Elven King?

The soldiers held their breath as they clenched their bows and arrows. So that the Elven King can attack immediately after giving the order. Who knew that the sound from the cave ** made them lose the opportunity to follow the elf king.

"We can prove to you that your people are alive. However, if we come out and find something other than you, we will let you see how she died. ”

This is a requirement that dozens of disabled Oaks scratched their heads in panic and finally negotiated a request with a normal IQ. Although based on the appearance of the Elven King during the Seven Years' War, Oakes is certain that only the Elven King will not be safe. Although they knew that with the strength of the Elven King, he alone could kill all the Oakes in the cave. But now, they have no choice like the Elf King. If you continue to stay in the cave, you will die, so it is better to rely on the woodland high elves in your hands to fight.

Although the negotiation took a bit long, the wood elf soldiers remained motionless in an attacking posture.