The sound of the horn was slightly different from the sound of reinforcements, and Elrond subconsciously put down his medicine and walked to the wooden cabinet to start putting on his gear. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info When he just put the shoulder pads on his shoulders, he remembered that they were simply broken. Thinking that the manager would also play together, Vernor, who had been waiting by the tent for a long time, just turned his head to look at him.

"Oh my God. Didn't you send it for repair?" Furnor, who hurried over, didn't talk nonsense at all, his eyes swept over the table next to him with medical equipment, and he already had an extra pair of medical scissors in his hand while he was still in action.

Errond understood that the other party had absolutely not hurt him, but he was startled by the "click" sound of the scissors next to his face. Seeing that Vernoll did not hesitate to skillfully thread the cut Longlin iron piece into the shoulder guard, and then used the scissors to cooperate with the gloved fingers to deftly flip a few times, the shoulder guard that could only be lightly placed on the shoulder bit his shoulder tightly.

Elrond looked incredulously at the missing shoulder pads, and then at the woodland advisor who smiled apologetically at him. Suddenly I figured out why the High King was not injured, but he had to come to him with a broken shoulder pad.

"I'm sorry. You're about to go to war, so you can only cut a little bit off the edges that aren't too useful to make it strong enough. Putting the scissors back in place, Vernord found that Elrond was still looking at him with his hands raised, and kindly reminded, "Aren't you going to war?"

"You...... There you go. I'll come back later. Elrond endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but shout to the woodland advisor who walked a few steps away: "You have to be careful...... Why didn't you use your saber last time when the High King rewarded you?"

But what's the use of talking about it now?

The woodland advisor, who was still moving forward, turned back to him and curled his eyes, "This knife is important to me. ”

When she turned around and resolutely left, two soldiers who had been hovering outside the medical tent walked in with their packages. Their tone was very respectful, but with the pride of a soldier who was the son of a supreme prince.

"Your Majesty said that when the shoulder pads are repaired, give them back to him. They quickly unwrapped the package in their hands and handed it to Elrond, "This is the new shoulder pads that the High King has prepared for you. ”

Elrond's long, black brow furrowed almost above his eyes. He glanced at the brand-new shoulder pads in front of him, and before he could say something more, the two soldiers had already taken a step closer.

"The Most High King said that he would take it back at once. You see?"

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Hardir would never have thought that after the war meeting, the elven king, who had always been proud, would actually pull himself aside alone. With reverence and curiosity, he kept his head down and kept a distance of three steps from the other party, and followed the Elven King's footsteps to the vicinity of the battlefield.

When he reached the position where he could see the Lorin guards, Thranduil, who had been thinking, remembered the elf behind him. He turned his head to look at the blonde male elf behind him, who had been keeping his head down, and tentatively called out "Hardir?"

One of the few remaining Sindar elves in Middle-earth, and having followed Prince Kellepeng and Lady Gayladeriel for many years, the blonde Haldir has an unimaginably strong immunity to beauty. But when he met Thrandil's dazzling eyes, Hardir was still stunned. When he found that he didn't respond to the other party in time, the thick eyebrows above his eyes were slightly raised, he quickly put away his apprehension, and responded with a straight color: "Great Elf King, welcome to the area that Luo Lin is in charge of." ”

"You and I belong to the same Sinda elves, so we don't have to play that trick. Thranduil didn't know why he felt a sense of familiarity when he saw Hardir's blonde hair. He patted Hardir lightly on the shoulder, bowed his head slightly, and said, "I want you to do me a favor privately." I don't know if it's convenient?"

Whether it's because of race or his own position, Hardir has no reason to refuse. He nodded his head in agreement without thinking, though he regretted agreeing. For in the following month, almost every two days, the Elven King would wear a glittering golden gown, come to the forefront of the Lorin archers, shoot an arrow, and then turn away gracefully. In Hardir's opinion, this is simply incomprehensible.

All the Lorraine elves will never forget the first time Thranduil came. The battle was raging, and the archers, who were good at long-range attacks, had focused all their attention on their bows and arrows, and the Elven King, who was wearing dazzling jewels all over his body, arrived at this time. His presence stunned all the archers, and naturally completely forgot about the enemy who was rushing not far from them. Fortunately, the Elf King appeared for a short time.

Ignoring all attention, he walked to the front of the formation and hooked his finger at one of the Lorraine archers beside him. The archer, whose mind was completely empty, was directly stunned, completely ignoring what the elf king meant.

The approaching enemy completely drained Thrandil's patience. He snatched the bow and arrow from the opponent's hand, and drew the bow neatly and shot it. Seeing that a half-orc not far from the orc leader Hamilton had been shot and fell, he handed the bow and arrow back.

"Don't look at me like that. Just because I'm used to using a saber doesn't mean I'm an idiot when it comes to bows and arrows. After dropping these words, the Elf King quickly disappeared from the sight of the Lorin Elves with countless eyes of adoration, admiration, and even admiration.

Every few days, the Elven King always wore the same shiny robe, ran to shoot an arrow and left. Such behavior made Hardir puzzled. I also feel more and more that the great elven king is difficult to fathom.

Why is it the area that Lorin is responsible for? Your woodland has its own war zone. And even if it's for bow and arrow practice, you don't have to put an arrow and leave. Even if you hate the orcs to the core, you have your own soldiers, and you need to come and shoot them yourself and turn away? Maybe it was out of racial affection, and the Elf King actually patiently gave him an answer.

"Of course, it's not just the right-wing war zone that Luo Lin is in charge of! These damn orcs have only recently become active, and they appear in the left-wing war zone in charge of the woodland for a while, and they appear in the right-wing war zone for a while, and I don't have a choice! As for why this is done......" The Elf King suddenly smiled strangely and turned around gracefully. "Honestly, do you think the jewels on me are dazzling enough?"

"It's so shining that you can't even open your eyes!" said Haldir, turning his face to the side and rubbing his eyes, which were almost bursting with tears. When he turned back again, the Elven King was only left with a distant back. He hadn't said exactly why he was doing it. Could it be that the orcs owe him a lot of money or steal his jewelry?