The mention of the king of the woodlands immediately flashed in his mind. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 With a wry smile, Info replied respectfully, "Our master is not the head of the 'Pycchus' tribe, she is a descendant of Pol, and all the Easterners respectfully call her 'Princess of Flame'. The princess's whereabouts are uncertain, but one day she will come to visit you. ”

As Dewen and the other elves approached, dozens of crying "Your Majesty" cries drowned out Zhihong's voice, and the elf king was also surrounded by wood elves. Zhihong had to take a few steps back, and there was no chance to say to the elf king, "We will never leave the manor", so he could only make a farewell salute, and turned to leave after getting the other party's nod of approval.

In fact, the Orientals don't have to worry about the Elf King being suspicious of them at all. Ever since they entered Gam Manor, their whereabouts have been under the watchful eye of the Elven King. The behavior of never going out of the manor and deliberately not contacting the outside world has won the absolute respect of the Elf King, and the Eastern Kingdom of the Rune Plains has also left a very good image in the Elf King's heart. Decades later, when the last of the Orientals died in the unfinished manor, the Elven King left behind his state affairs and came to see him off with his advisors. In accordance with the Oriental wishes of the Orientals to "dispose of the remains on the spot", they buried the last Oriental in the most scenic part of the woodland.

Of course, that's all for later.

With the departure of the Orientals, the Elven King riding on the deer was surrounded by Dewen and the Woodland Healer. The female elves who really needed healing were temporarily forgotten. Even though Thranduil reminded him several times, he still couldn't stop the Wood Elf from doing a full-body examination of himself with his eyes. Dewen stretched out his hand several times, eager to touch his whole body to see if the elf king was really "not injured at all" as he himself said.

The advisor who was injured in the eyes of the wood elves naturally needed to be healed, but the first thing to confirm was that His Majesty, who personally rescued the advisor, was not unwell. Even if it's just mental discomfort, the bruised advisor was naturally placed behind the Elven King by all the healers and officials.

"That's enough!" waved away the hand that a female healer was trying to reach, and the elven king rolled over and rushed to the carriage. The letter to Elrond was only delivered last night, and judging by the distance of the woodlands and the valley, it would take two days to arrive even sooner. Counting the time it took Elrond to come over, then Vernorr would have to wait at least five days before the best healer could be ushered in?

"Again, I don't feel any ill!, but if my advisor hadn't been treated in time......" The frost-faced Elven King rested one hand on the railing of the carriage and swept away all the woodland healers with a cold gaze, but said no more.

The silent Elven King succeeded in causing Devon and all the healers to shudder. As they pulled out of their panic and walked to the carriage, Devin had already lifted a corner of the veil of the king's adviser. Just for a short moment, the calm Dewen immediately gasped. Even though he saw only a graceful jaw, he was stunned by the bite marks and the skin covered in dried blood.

"Lord Devon seems to be curious about the advisor's true face?" Even Thranduil himself didn't know why there was a hint of murder in his tone?Seeing that Devon was stunned for a moment, he had already let go of his hand holding the veil, and then he slowed down his voice and said, "Is the scar on her face the same as you imagined?"

"It's so cruel!" Dewen, who was completely immersed in grief, naturally didn't notice the murderous aura for a short moment. He shuddered and closed the veil, "The advisor has always worn a mask, and she definitely doesn't want others to see the scars on her face. It's just that if the wound on her face needs to be healed, the healer will always see it......"

"I'll take care of the wounds on my face myself. As soon as his eyes touched Vernor, Thranduil didn't know why his tone had become peaceful, and even the trace of anger he had just had against the wood elves disappeared. Interrupting the speechless with a wave of his hand, Thranduil said slowly, "I know there are still a lot of things to deal with, you can help me deal with them." ”

After entering the inner palace, Thranduil did not follow the healer into the counselor's dormitory. Before the last shred of reason was about to be swallowed up by sorrow, he grabbed the ornate carved fence by the cloister and stopped the female healer who walked at the back.

"I'll leave the wound on my face to ......," the always graceful king was first observed by a woodland healer, his eyelids twitching slightly. He hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, lowered his head and said softly, "You have medicine to put patients to sleep." Let her stay asleep. ”

Of course, the best healers in the woodlands have this medicine. In order not to make the patient feel pain, and in order to make the treatment process smoother, even if the elf king does not mention a professional healer, he will deal with it in this way. However, leaving the patient in a state of deep sleep will reduce the elf's ability to heal itself......

The healer felt that the Elven King's proposal was a little strange. But she quickly thought of what happened 160 years ago, when Queen Aurefel woke up. She understood the Elven King's intentions.

"As you wish, Your Majesty. It's just ......" Looking at the tall back that was gradually moving away, the responsible doctor reminded loudly in a professional tone: "This method is not a long-term solution, and it may make the consultant even more sad when he wakes up." ”

Her words made the Elven King's departure even faster. Completely out of his mind, Thranduil just wanted to shut himself up in the dormitory as quickly as possible, and he could no longer hold back the tears that were about to burst into his eyes. With the dull sound of the door closing the door of the king's chamber, the elven king, whose vision was blurred, curled up against the wall on the smooth floor.

"Ada, what should I do?Can the Wind Ring and Elrond's healing really erase memories so that her mother's situation doesn't happen to her?" Thranduil, with her large jeweled fingers trembling towards the portrait above, Thranduil seemed to see her lifeless mother again in a mist. She lay there quietly, her soulless face full of grief, so that Thranduil, who was only 49 years old at the time and had not seen her mother for many days, fell to her knees by the bed.

What if the same scene was repeated in Vernor......

Slamming his fist his chest, spitting out the sweet liquid stuck in his throat, Thranduil was finally able to breathe normally. He stood up and leaned against the portrait of Aurifel and muttered, "Who is the woodland elf who has been kidnapped by the orcs and died with excessive grief?" Ada, why don't you give me any information?"