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But abandoning the assumption of parent-child protection of the people also made Thranduil speechless for a while.

The act of not answering immediately made the Lonely Mountain King, who knew that his time was short, nervous.

Even Nader didn't know where the strength came from, and one got up and sat up. Patting the elf king's arm heavily, he said with a solemn expression: "This is a dwarf's dying request, you ......"

"Of course I won't refuse. I promise you that the woodland will give more tolerance to Gushan. As he helped Nader, who was panting with excitement, to lie down, Thranduil couldn't help but sigh softly, "You are truly a great king. If I were you, I might not be able to sacrifice my parents and children to protect my people when necessary—your son is the next king of Gushan that you have spent more than a hundred years teaching by hand. ”

"I have three sons. If the eldest son fails to protect the people after succeeding to the throne, the second son should naturally go up. If the second son can't do it, the third son can also try!" Nader, whose wish has been fulfilled, laughed twice, muttering "The people need the best guardian" gradually lost his voice.

After calling countless times and still receiving no response, Thranduil chose to flee. He didn't know that Nader had woken up for a while after he left. He didn't even know that after waking up, Nader had lost the ability to speak, so he could only use the method of opening his eyes and moving his fingers, and it took a full two hours to write the text on the paper to be handed over to the next king of the lonely mountain with the help of his attendants.

Glancing at the dwarven writing written on the white paper, Nader closed his eyes and waited quietly for the moment when his breathing ability would be taken away by time. Although it has been altered many times, the huge text still makes the next King of Lonely Mountain see it clearly at a glance. Facing the paper presented in front of him, with the words "Don't anger the Elf King" written in front of him, the next Lonely Mountain King made up his mind to distance himself from the woodland. The elven king, who understands that the old king is gone, and the new king must have a new strategy, has no time to think about how to face the lonely mountain that is about to change, and only indulges in endless sadness.

It turns out that no matter how many times you face death, you can't watch the creatures around you grow old. Even though he had long known that Nader, a dwarf, would one day be taken away by the years, Thranduil could not stop the sadness that grew from the depths of his heart.

When Nader began to grow gray hair, he was still a handsome elven king, except for the vertical lines that loomed between his eyebrows, and there were no fine lines to be found at the corners of his eyes;

When Nader replaced his usual heavy hammer with an extra musket, and joked that "I am afraid that I will have to dodge my waist if I use a heavy weapon again", he still wielded his twin blades as smoothly as when he succeeded to the throne, without the slightest delay;

Nader had to rest in bed for more than a week after each tour, but he walked like a fly through the kingdom of the Lonely Mountain, watching countless craftsmen extend the kingdom underground;

For the first time, he saw Nader, who was still laughing and scolding a moment ago, drooling and falling asleep, and when he even poured the wine glass in his hand, and the wine soaked down the cuffs of his palm, he did not allow the attendants around him to make any sound. After taking the silk cloth handed by the squire and wiping the wine from Nader's hand, he leaned back in his chair and waited in silence until the dwarven king woke up. On that sunny afternoon, he had been thinking about the eternal and the ephemeral gains and losses.

The year that Vernorr left him, Nader recognized the wrong person for the first time in front of the Elven King. He proudly pulled his second son in front of Thranduil, and when he proudly declared that this was his eldest son and the next king of the Lonely Mountain, Thranduil stopped Nader's sons from speaking with his eyes.

"I've seen him many times. At the end of each tour, he was responsible for clearing the caught fish at the end of the team. Patting Nader's second son on the shoulder, Thranduil praised against his will: "Your eldest son is an excellent warrior!"

Nader was delighted, echoed a few words and fell asleep on the throne, leaving only the three sons and the silent Elven King below.

Before leaving, he was asked to meet by Nader's eldest son alone. Fearless, which might be seen as a curse, the next King of the Lonely Mountain reminded him with some resentment: "Dwarves do not have eternal life. Father's return to war will only hasten the time of death. It's too dangerous for him to go into battle like this. If you want him to be on earth a little longer, don't invite him to patrol again. ”

"I see. Thranduil was rarely angry, and responded solemnly: "In addition to persuading him not to play again, I will also find ways to divert his attention to other aspects." ”

After this, Thranduil declined all of the Lone Mountain's invitations to patrol and sent more rare pearls from the hands of Telleri, provoking Nader's interest in jewelry.

Perhaps in order to leave more capital for future generations, or perhaps it was purely an interest in jewelry other than gold, or perhaps it was the eldest son who made a statement, Nader really focused more on wealth. Knowing that his beard was withering, Nader was focused on leaving more wealth for his descendants, and Thranduil reduced the number of trips he made to the Lonely Mountain.

Nader's eldest son has a grudge against him, which Thranduil understands. After all, watching his beloved father age prematurely due to war injuries, even a person with emotions can't let go of the elf king who took the initiative to invite the war. Nader's eldest son was just an ordinary dwarf, not Vera. In other words, with the birth of the new Lone King, the close neighbor relationship between the woodland and the Lone Mountain will come to an end with the new king's resentment towards himself.

Thranduil wasn't worried. At this time, the woodland was full of greenery, and the number of adult and soon-to-be-grown elves exceeded 20,000. With the act of taking the initiative to fight, the woodlands have become a country that has not been approached by Oaks in decades, and even the joint defense line was canceled decades ago because there was no need for much existence. His inner sigh was entirely in Nader's weakness and aging.

A few years before the death of the Lone Mountain King, it was a time when the woodland elves were holding frequent coming-of-age ceremonies, and as more and more adult elves joined the national team, Thranduil had to cautiously increase the number of patrols to give the new warriors who had been trained for many years a taste of actual combat. In the past three years, he really didn't have the opportunity to meet Nader up close. Although they met from a distance, he could see at a glance that the beard that Nader was proud of had gradually disappeared into the face of the elderly king, whose hair was beautiful.

The invitation to meet on his deathbed came just as Thranduil had just changed his armor.

Nader's attendants traveled to the woodlands many times, and had heard of the custom that the elven king should not face old age and death. In order to satisfy his king's wish, he did not mention that the king of the lonely mountain was dying, but said another reason for the invitation.

"Our Majesty has said that he has not seen you for a long time, and wants you to help me see his new jewels. ”