It wasn't until he picked up most of the cards back in his hand that Thranduil reacted: Which card did you pick up at this time?

But when he looked to the side, he could see Vernorr staring at the cards in his hand with curious eyes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

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Elrond sent the attendants who had returned with him to the king's bedchamber, and coughed loudly at the half-hidden door of the chamber for a while before pushing open the door with very slow motion and entering.

In fact, the wise man does not need to worry about seeing or interrupting anything. The holiness imprinted in his bones made it impossible for Vernor to have too close contact with the Elven King for a long time. Even when she couldn't use her hands, she chose to sit at the table opposite the Elven King, playing with ancient cards with the help of the other party. So he walked into the dormitory and saw two elves happily playing card games, and Elrond said in his heart the same thing as the elf king had not long ago - what kind of cards were you playing at this time?

However, when he got to a position where he could read the text on the board, he almost wanted to praise the Elf King for his behavior at this time. Because of the dwarf cards on the table, all the words on them are actually words that have been lost for thousands of years and can only be used by ancient dwarves. Not only that, the Elven King is familiarly using this ancient dwarven handwriting, which shows that the elven king understands the ancient dwarven language that the wise have always wanted to understand. So the dozens of mysterious books of ancient dwarven writings in Ringu's collection can find translators?

"Do you know the ancient dwarven language?" Knowing that it would be rude to interrupt the game, Elrond picked up a card that he didn't seem to have used yet, and asked the Elven King. Fortunately, the two elves in the game did not show any displeasure, and even the elf king, who was not very good-tempered, gave a very patient explanation after nodding his head with a smile.

"If you also have a neighbor who has killed the High Elf King of the Sindar Clan...... By the way, our Sindar High Elf King is also your ancestor. Picking up a card with the word "attack" written in the ancient dwarven language, Thranduil said in a slightly mournful tone: "If you have one of these neighbors, in order to guard against them, your elders will also let you study their tactics from an early age to prepare for the unexpected." Ever since I was 25 years old, my father would take the time to teach me to read dwarven strategy books, including those written in ancient dwarven script. Those damn ancient dwarven soldier books can be called a nightmare for growing up......"

Under Elrond's slightly suspicious gaze, Thranduil smiled helplessly. Turning to a worried Vernoer, he explained, "There's really nothing right now. It was when I first started learning that I misread the text I had learned, and ADA would hold the scepter and ask me to stretch out my hand to meet the punishment beating. When I was a child, I felt that the scepter was heavy and thick, and it would definitely hurt to be hit by the scepter, so I cried several times. But each time it was lifted heavily and fell gently. Later, I was not afraid, but I was really fascinated by the strange tactics in the war book. ”

"No matter what kind of skill you have, you have to pay unimaginable hardships for ordinary creatures to master them all. King Aurifel uses a scare method to make you interested in the book of war, but it alleviates the hardship of the learning process. Looking thoughtfully at the cards in front of him, Vernoll smiled wistfully. "You can be a coach in a mock military exercise after you are 60 years old, and you have defeated your father many times. King Aurifel is really well-intentioned. ”

"ADA really has good intentions, and he taught me to think of war as a game in order to make me like it. Even something as strange as a military exercise was invented for the sake of games. Speaking of which, this kind of large-scale military game in which soldiers from all over the country pour their nests into their nests is indeed easy to attract children. But I didn't expect that every time the ADA lost to me in a military exercise, I would happily send an official letter of my defeat to the whole country. He said it was to share the prince's victory with all the people. You also know about it through my official letter of defeat in the ADA, right?"

Treat war as a game? Elrond couldn't help but nod his head. This is the key reason why Thranduil talks and laughs on the battlefield, but can find the winning point in the first place, right? No wonder all the elves say that O'Reyfer loves his son as his life, and in order to let his only son have the ability to command as soon as possible, he actually spares no expense to hold military exercises. You must know that although the military exercise is a simulated war, no real weapons will be used to compete, and the number of casualties is pitifully small, but the military materials are actually being consumed.

Who said that cunning soldiers are innate? Without the training on the battlefield as a teenager, how could he become the elven king of today?

"The growth of the prince represents the strength of the country, and it is the best news for every woodland citizen, and I naturally do not want to miss the good news. After answering the Elven King's question, Vernorr smiled and turned to Elrond, who was lost in thought, and asked, "The lord seems to be interested in the ancient dwarves?"

"Very interested, indeed. Elrond, who had withdrawn from his emotion, propped his hands on the table, looked at Thranduil squarely, and said, "Can you ask Your Majesty the Woodland to take me as an apprentice and teach me the ancient dwarven language?"

The Elven King barely thought about it, and opened his mouth to reject Elrond.

"Let's not talk about whether I have time to teach you, and I don't want to talk about how much I don't want to reminisce about the learning process of this language. I only know the content of the ancient dwarven text about war, so I can't say that I have completely mastered the ancient dwarf language, I can only say that I know four or five out of ten. Picking up a card on the table at random, the Elven King patiently explained to Elrond, who was full of loss, "This ancient dwarf card happens to be a tactical card. It naturally doesn't take much effort to use, so it gives you the illusion that I'm proficient in ancient dwarves. I don't have all the things I have mastered, so how can I teach you?"

Could it be that the collection of ancient dwarven books is completely incomprehensible?Elrond sighed uncontrollably, but did not give up his efforts. "Write what you know. Although it is only four or five out of ten, plus the medical-related content of the ancient dwarven texts that I have studied before, I can make up six or seven out of ten. ”

Write it out?

The learning process of each new language was an unpleasant past for Thranduil. He is not happy to reminisce about the unpleasant past in a way that is written. Coupled with the fact that he didn't have much time for himself, of course Thranduil wanted to spend all his limited time with Vernor, where was he willing to sacrifice precious time to write words he didn't like?