"Thank you for your relief. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Furnoll sighed, closed his eyes and said, "No amount of excuses can change the fact that I have a marriage proposal. Therefore, when the resignation begins, I should accept how they blame or punish those who know the truth. But I don't understand, with the surviving elven nobles in Middle-earth, can you find an elf more suitable to be Princess Noldor than Princess Silvermoon?"

The calm Supreme King actually gave her a sly smile and talked about another topic. "After this, Isild looks at you with respect. This can be regarded as another benefit of the marriage proposal. ”

Vernore subconsciously turned her head to look at Isild, but halfway through she changed direction, frowning at the right flank of the woodlands - she sensed a strange order from Thranduil, which had a thousand archers change into the uniforms of the Numenorian cavalry.

Thranduil's begging face flashed, but Vernorr didn't have time to think about the purpose of the Elven King's battle order. At the order of the High King, Isild had already turned his head first, and Vernor could only ride his horse and follow closely behind him.

The High King gave her a mission—to keep Isild at arm's length from the High King, no matter what the war might be.

This battle was the first time that the alliance took the initiative to challenge the orcs after the last alliance killed the strong orcs. Although the orcs are higher than the strong orcs in terms of IQ, the physical reasons make the orcs slightly sluggish in the sun. In order to defeat the orcs in one fell swoop, the alliance finally decided on a plan for the first battle after half a month of deliberation: take the initiative to attack during the day, first use archers to ease the enemy's charging strength, and then meet the enemy head-on by infantry. And the Noldor cavalry led by Isild will be responsible for tearing apart the enemy's formation and relieving the pressure on the infantry with the cavalry team composed of the Dengdans. As for the Numenorian cavalry temporarily led by the Elven King, they will follow behind the Noldor and the Dendan cavalry, and act at the opportune time.

As the trumpet sounded, the High King and Elendir, who were at the forefront of the infantry phalanx, raised their weapons in the air. In an instant, tens of thousands of arrows of varying lengths and powers flew towards the oncoming orc army (bows and arrows of each race were of different sizes, power and range). Watching the orcs continue to fall, the High King clenched the spear in his hand. With him, King Arnol, Irendil, also drew the Nahir Holy Sword at his waist. The two kings of the last alliance smiled at each other and took a charging stance—they would rush towards the orcs as soon as they broke through the range of their bows.

The tension of the battle ahead did not infect the three cavalry formations gathered at the back of the formation. The Noldor cavalry and the Dendanan cavalry, which were the first to arrive, quickly lined up, and the generals of the two legions, Isild and Prince Essidor of Arnol, could only take advantage of the short waiting time to make a gesture of encouragement to each other. It was not long before they were to enter from the left and right flanks of the enemy according to the sound of the trumpet.

Pulling the reins and turning the horse's head, Essidor frowned as he watched the elven king who rode a deer in the distance. He didn't know why he always felt that something was wrong with the Elf King today.

What seemed to be the two huge shields he was hanging from either side of his mount, and that strange chain chain?

Isild, who was more familiar with the Númenoreans, found that the cavalry led by the Elven King was somewhat abnormal. About a third of the Numenorian cavalry wore brand new armor, but their mounts were covered with woodland bows and arrows.

But the Nomenorian cavalry, under the leadership of Anarion, must have focused on melee attacks, and were not good at bows and arrows, and their size was not suitable for woodland bows.

The two princes were still in doubt, but the cavalry under their command bowed their heads to the elven king who had approached. And they can't be blamed for that. Regardless of the impact of the Elven King's Black Gate Expulsion Battle on ordinary soldiers, in the past half month alone, the Elven King has always appeared at a critical juncture, keeping countless cavalry out of danger. What's more, in today's war, the Elf King also bears the role of protecting himself. For the sake of his life, Essidor had already dismounted and approached the Elven King first.

Because of the matter of the Silver Moon Princess, Isild didn't plan to give Thranduil a good look. He turned his head sideways and pretended not to see it, but he didn't expect the Elf King to jump off the deer and come over.

"If I'm not mistaken, you led your troops to charge from the enemy's left flank today?" Although talking to Icild, Thranduil's eyes kept glaring at the Noldor cavalry in the front row. Such behavior fell into Isilde's eyes, which made him even more uncomfortable.

"If you think there's something wrong, why didn't you say it at yesterday's meeting?" said Isilde, who pushed his legs slightly, and let the horse move slightly. The elven king standing in front of the horse had to take two steps back, but his eyes still did not stop searching.

Thranduil wanted to find those blue eyes so badly!

In the past half a month, he had to hold the starlight gem every night to sleep in a daze, and when he woke up, his mind was blank when he looked at the starlight gem in his hand. Constant insomnia and irrepressible longing made him often distracted during the fight. In order to keep a clear enough head to spot the dangers that the Noldor cavalry might encounter in the midst of the chaos of battle, and to make the most appropriate rescue action, he soaked himself in ice water before going out into battle every day. This kept his mind clear for most of the day, but it also made his blue eyes bloodshot and his headaches more frequent. Today was a crucial day, and after a full night of soaking in ice water, Thranduil felt that her whole body had become lighter and her mind had become sharper.

But why can't you find the female elf who should be next to Isild?

"I don't have any opinions. The elven king, who was not very good-tempered, actually said softly: "The left flank war zone is the area of responsibility of the woodland archers. Without enough certainty, you try not to rush to the right-wing theater of operations. I can ensure the absolute safety of the Noldor cavalry in the left flank theater of operations, but out of the left flank theater of operations, the danger is greater. ”

Is Thranduil concerned about the safety of me and the Noldor cavalry, or is it for his advisors?

Looking at the elven king's sincere eyes, Isild felt that no matter what his purpose was, what he had just done was indeed a bit excessive. He bent down slightly, reached out and patted Thranduil's shoulder, "Thank you." Although the destination is the right wing, I will dispose of the danger in the left wing area before setting off. ”

Thranduil was about to ask where my adviser was, when the horn of the cavalry was in position had sounded.