"It's not enough. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info arrange for a clever Noldor Elf to serve in the woodland barracks. Let's just say that they sent a good warrior, and we should send one for the sake of etiquette. Remember, be sure to ask their officials to issue a transfer paperwork. After you go there, ask about the woodland consultant. As for the elf ...... in our camp," the Supreme King squinted slightly at the endless military tent, and subconsciously touched his sore and unbearable arm, "I'll arrange it myself." ”

To quietly arrange for the elves to come to the woodland advisor, even the Supreme King felt a deep headache. However, in addition to the feeling of headaches, the surprise of discovering the mystery and the excitement of meeting a powerful opponent still excited the king of the highest status of the elven race. He raised his hand and summoned his entourage, "Let the supreme general sort out a list of female elves as soon as possible and hand it in." Be detailed down to height, personality and kinship. ”

With investigators and tempters at the hands of the woodland advisors, the High King believed he could do it. However, he did not expect that it would take up to several years to get the exact information.

Thranduil, who had finished delivering the Mithril Helm, had no idea what he was doing, and his beloved elf fell into the eyes of the High King. When he walked into the woodland barracks, he found that each of the wood elves looked at him strangely and did not come to salute, and then he realized that he was still wearing a Noldor uniform and a black mask.

It's a nice outfit.

Thranduil was secretly proud: wearing this suit would not only allow him to enter and leave the Noldor camp freely, but also feel much more free in his own camp. It wasn't until he reached the door of the king's tent that he pulled his veil when he was stopped by the soldiers.

The two soldiers guarding the door of the tent looked at each other and were amazed: the great king braved the scorching heat to go to the High King to get first-hand information for the sake of the woodland.

During the period from the summer of 3435 to the spring of 3441, all living beings were happy, except for the High King, who was not very happy.

Although all the creatures outside the woodland have tightened their necks and fought with a pitiful ration during the five years of war, the result is that all the creatures feel that the effort is worth it. Sauron, who lost the giant forging furnace of the Black Gate, could not create new strong orcs, and the original 500,000 strong orcs died only about 30,000, as long as they were killed for a few more months, the strong orcs who had been boosted by Sauron's IQ and strong combat effectiveness in the sun would be extinct. Of course, there is an even happier thing, as the number of strong orcs decreases, the great elven king will actually appear in the field from time to time riding a horned deer.

The creatures quickly found the most suitable reason for the elven king who had not been on the battlefield for several years - there were only a few thousand soldiers left in the woodland, and no matter how great the elven king was, it was impossible for him to master the winning legal system to let only a few thousand wood elves fight, not to mention that those wood elves were archers who could only attack from a distance. With awe and excitement, the creatures believed that as long as the orcs were completely wiped out, the Elven King would fight, and finally the alliance would end the battle with victory.

The Elven King did intend to enter the war after the orcs disappeared. Five years is only a blink of an eye for the elves, but it is too long for the elven king! Although his advisers will come back on time every month to report on their work, what is enough work for a day? When he has taken care of everything, and the twilight has fallen, his advisors will either be invited to a dinner party by Princess Silvermoon, or return to the splendid tent he has personally given him to rest.

On several occasions he carried his saber and planned to destroy the splendid tent, and he was bound to be stopped by the officials halfway through. The woodland officials always thought that the elven king was still angry about stealing the king's coat of arms, and that he wanted to teach the advisor a lesson. Although he repeatedly shouted, "I'm not going to settle accounts with an advisor," no elves believed him......

Today is the day when she comes back to report on her work. Thranduil waited in the tent all morning, but still did not even wait for the shadow. He had to call Devin, who had been driven away by him early in the morning, to ask where Vernorr was.

"Didn't any official remind Your Majesty? No wonder the Advisor couldn't wait to go first. Dewen looked stunned, for fear that he would be punished for the failure of the officials below to do his duty. In fact, he didn't have to worry at all, because the other officials, like him, were driven away by the Elf King early in the morning.

"Not long ago, the woodland just welcomed its first war baby, and you said that when the advisor came back to report on his work, he would go together to welcome the gift from God. ”

"Such an important thing didn't wake me up!" Thranduil flicked the hem of his long garment, and led by Devin to the fine little tent gathering place. Approaching the separate tent for the newlyweds, he frowned and summoned the two soldiers stationed next to the camp.

"Do you know which one the advisor's tent is? Very good! I want to see it demolished before evening. He held out his finger and flicked it in front of the eyes of the two soldiers to calm their confusion. "It's okay to remove the tent in a low-key manner, and don't move the things inside. If this is not done well, I promise you will not have alcohol for a month. ”

I don't believe that at night you won't take the initiative to bring your bed into the king's tent. The smug Elven King burst into a sweet smile that killed all living beings in an instant, and turned his head and rushed into the camp full of laughter and laughter - once again magnificently pounced.

Despite the suspicion that the Elven King might also come over to give his blessing himself, Gergil and his wife still seemed flattered and frightened, and did not dare to utter a clear word for a long time. It was Gegil's sister Miranda who plucked up her courage and explained to the elven king, who had a slightly sullen face: "The child has been carried to your king's tent by the advisor. The Advisor says he can't wait for you to meet the first God-given thing you get on the battlefield. ”

The Elven King walked through the woodland camp in the wind, and as he passed by the woodland advisor's tent, he didn't forget to pause for a moment, casting an encouraging look at the two soldiers who were dismantling the tents.

When he entered the king's tent, he saw Vernor, who was extremely rare. Dressed in a silk robe that was not glamorous, but the material was absolutely soft, Furnoll had no spree and let his pale blonde hair fall down his slender back. The slender hands exposed to the air, emitting a faint white glow, carefully held the elf baby whose eyes were not opened. Noticing the footsteps behind her, she turned her head slightly to look at Thranduil as she sat in her chair, and whispered, "Please give her a kiss from Your Majesty." This adorable little elf was the first gift from God in the Woodland Barracks. ”

Thranduil walked up behind her, deliberately craned her neck, and bent over her left shoulder to kiss the baby's forehead. Then he turned his face to Vernor, who was close by, and said, "She's really cute." ”