Even though he had already thought that the life of the Noldor elves would be difficult under the long-term war, the fact once again made Vernorr understand that imagination was too good. There are no fixed beds or fixed tents in the www.biquge.info, and there is a mix of male and female elves. No elf ever complained, for at the end of the day's fighting, the soldier had no other idea than to sleep when he touched the bed. If the enemy does not send troops during the shift, the atmosphere in the camp will be like a festival. All the elves get together to chat and take the opportunity to repair or maintain their equipment.

What Vernore didn't expect was that there were many elves who wore masks like himself. Because of the fighting, all elves with scars on their faces like to wear a mask. A few kind-hearted elves also gave her a mask made of fabric, saying that the cloth mask would not make her face too uncomfortable. For most of the rest of the year, Vernorr no longer used silver masks.

Inside the pile of masks, she was carelessly ignored. The good thing about this is that no one will hide their envy and complaints about the Woodland Kingdom in front of Vernor.

The Noldor elves could often be heard discussing that the woodland archers were carrying more jewels; The smell of barbecue in the woodland barracks wafted again; Or maybe the elven king should really restrain his love for the people a little. But as the conversation slowly moved on to the king of the woodlands, grumbling and envy were replaced by reverence. The Noldor Elves even began to privately discuss ways to get the Elven King to fight again.

No living creature likes war, and in the Noldor Elves' imagination, the last alliance may be the only one in the hands of the Elven King, who can win the war quickly. Once the Elven King is willing to fight, they can also leave here as soon as possible.

"No matter how much you sacrifice, no matter how depressed you will be after the war, as long as you can buy decades of peace. You tell me? The Noldor elf, who had helped Vernor repair her armor, lay down on the ground and fell asleep with these words.

The Elven King will not fight again. Even if he wanted to fight, the last alliance would not agree because the cost was too great. Vernore smiled lightly, and the image of looking at the ring on his hand smugly came to his mind, muttering, "I don't need to wear gloves anymore, because I don't plan to go into battle myself." "Thrandil.

"Can you help me get my medicine?" The male elf sitting on the other side of her frowned as he looked at his injured leg. "Supposedly, there should be a special elf to send it. Could it be because Princess Avari is here today, and the person who issued the medicine has also been transferred to take care of the princess? ”

The legendary delicate Princess Avaray? Coming to the battlefield?

Giving the other a "leave it to me" look, Vernorr got up and walked towards the medical tent. As soon as she entered the medical tent, Elrond, who had always been indifferent, actually frowned at her, and tried to push her out by stuffing the medicine into her arms.

"I remember a glade melee came over not long ago, and it was arranged for you, right?" A thick male elf voice came from the compartment, and the High King, wrapped in thick gauze on his arm, walked out slowly.

Finding that the High King's eyes turned twice on his saber, Vernor hastened to admit it on his knees. "It's down there. Thank you, Your Majesty, for this honour. ”

"There aren't many surviving melee soldiers in the woodlands, and you're lucky." The High King frowned and looked at Elrond, whose expression had been in a tangled state, and did not let Vernor get up. "I hope your luck can also be brought to the Elf King. You'd be better here, and I'll save myself from sending an attendant to the woodland. ”

Vernore couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with the woodland?" and didn't dare to move. Although she kept her head down, she could hear the footsteps of the High King around her. You don't have to think about it to know that he's looking at himself with scrutiny. It was only a few minutes before the High King had gone a little farther.

"You're in luck. The humble Sylvan elves didn't know anything about the royal family, but I'm afraid your officials will be mistaken. You must convey what I mean to the officials of the woodlands, so hear me clearly. The High King sat on the largest chair in the tent and leaned sideways, "I'm sure you've heard that there was an elf in the woodland who was almost killed for running into your majesty." Your king needs care and warmth, otherwise something worse may happen in the woodlands than the Black Gate expulsion of the dead and wounded. Princess Silver Moon is my invited guest, and I believe that with her gentleness, she should be able to care for and influence your king. Do you understand what I mean? ”

It turned out that Princess Silvermoon was planning to live in the woodland barracks at all. Vernoll couldn't help but smile bitterly, blaming himself for not thinking of it earlier. She replied almost numbly, "Your Majesty, I will go back to the woodland barracks to ask for an audience with you. It is believed that the woodland will soon send a guard of honor to greet the princess. ”

"It seems that you have survived not only because you are lucky, but also because you are smart enough." At last the High King looked at Vernor, who was kneeling on the ground, and told her to get up. "You're wearing a pretty good saber, it's a common style in the woodlands hundreds of years ago. But it's nothing now. Get this done well, and I'll reward you with a nice saber. Go ahead. ”

It was only after the tent was empty that Elrond dared to start slandering.

What saber, what does she want that she can't get herself? Even if she can't get it, the elf king who wants to poke the dead soul with his chin will get it for her. Who is so rare that you reward her with a saber? I said adoptive father, you shouldn't have let her squat there for a long time, but I'm still here, and if the elf king finds out, a strand of my hair will be pulled out again. Also, what exactly are she and the Elf King playing? After coming for so long, there hasn't been a single elf in the woodland coming to look for her, is the two elves really planning to break up? She actually agreed to Princess Yinyue's matter, not like she was intimidated by her adoptive father's majesty.

Elrond slumped into his chair, thought for a long time, and stood up abruptly. "Hahaha. The elven king who poked the dead soul in the chin, it turns out that you still haven't dealt with her. Let you pull out my hair, retribution! ”

The Elven King, who was putting his hand on the bride's head, suddenly turned his head sideways and sneezed.

He's been too busy lately! I don't know when he started having nightmares and headaches more often. In order to stop remembering the names of Vernore and the male elf, and to reduce the frequency of headaches, he began to work hard to find something to do for himself.

To the battlefield? Joke! It's even more unhappy to see those faces. But what else can be done? In the second-line war, it was perfectly fine for the captain of the guard, Elos, to take command, and the regular affairs of the Woodland Kingdom were impeccable in Dewen. As he wanders aimlessly through the camp of the forest country, he meets Miranda, and a strange idea comes to mind.

Miranda was summoned, and he raised his chin and asked, "When is your brother going to have a wedding?" I owe him a blessing. ”