"I took out the cost of buying the equipment of the Dengdans and gave it to the High King. The www.biquge.info asked him to transfer it to Elendiel. ”

Thranduil felt a wave of anger rise from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and as soon as he raised his hand, he snapped the wooden armrest of the seat next to him. Vernor, too, shuddered and sat down to the side.

"You're actually!" Trembling and gesturing to the silver mask in front of him, Thranduil took a few deep breaths. But the king's possessiveness of power still made him unable to completely suppress his anger. With a hint of exasperation, he threw himself into his chair and sat down, without telling Vernor to get up. Instead, he raised his chin and said in an indifferent tone, "Do you know that in order to intercept this batch of equipment, I agreed to the request of the hateful dwarves and paid more than three times the price? Do you know how many creatures have come to persuade me not to do this, and I have scolded them back? Do you, like them, think I'm going too far? Or maybe you're just like them, thinking I'm just going to be self-willed. ”

"I don't know...... But you don't just do it for the sake of a headache for the people of Dengdan. Vernor took a few steps forward, and put a hand on the top of Thrandil's boot. Can you please tell me why? ”

Thranduil took a few deep breaths again, and finally couldn't hold back and kick her hand away without lifting her foot. He tilted his head so that he didn't need to see Vernor's face, and then said in a sharp tone: "The price! Let them pay the price for their father's death! ”

King Orifer? Vernoll had no idea that this was the case. If the Dendans really caused King Orifer's death, then what I did was a joke! In order to find a remedy as soon as possible, she quickly turned her mind and slowly moved off the ground.

In his usual posture in the Human Council Chamber, squinting his eyes slightly and lowering his chin slightly, Vernor stood beside Thrandier and asked softly. "What did you find?"

"What can I find?" Looking up at Vernor, who had a straight face, Thranduil found some sense of talking to his father. This calmed his anger a little.

"I've been looking into it since I decided on the strategy to encircle Ballard. For more than a year, I have only found out about my father's sneak attack on Heimen, and the people of Dengdan approve of it. It is enough to know that they are in favor. In terms of the selfish style of human beings, it's hard for me not to believe what they did behind the scenes, prompting my father to personally lead the team to attack the Black Gate. So, they have to pay the price! ”

It took a great deal of courage for Thranduil to tell Vernor what he thought. He knew very well how ridiculous his ideas were, and that a normal creature would find them ridiculous. He feared that Vernor, like the rest of the creatures, would question his ideas in a mocking tone, or, like Devin, cite a series of ironclad facts to prove how ridiculous his reasoning was. So after saying this, he was a little nervous and clasped his hands in front of his chest, and his body unconsciously leaned back slightly, waiting for the voice of doubt to come out of Vernor's mouth.

Unexpectedly, Vernor's tense body actually relaxed. When her shoulders fell naturally, she looked relieved. What she said was not at all the questioning reasoning that Thranduil had imagined, and it was not at all like Devin, who wanted to prove the ridiculousness of the inference, but it struck him hard.

"King Aurel is the most generous and wise Elven King I have ever seen! I do not allow you to question the wisdom of King Aurifel, nor do I believe that there is any conspiracy in this world that King Aurifel cannot see that can lead him into a predetermined trap. The act of the Black Gate sneak attack was requested by King Orifer himself, so there must be a reason why he thinks it is right. You will only make all living beings think that you are questioning the wisdom of King Aurifel! ”

Anger, hesitation, and suspicion were banished with this sentence. It was obvious that he was blaming himself, but Thranduil felt extremely comfortable after listening to it. Shocked and full of gratitude, he jerked himself to his feet before the other could react, hugged Vernor into his arms, and whispered in her ear, "No living being sees this as you do." ”

How can you make me not fall in love with you, Vernor? But he didn't dare to say this. He could be sure that as long as he said this, the other party would inevitably break free from his embrace and find a way to retreat further. When he noticed that the other party was starting to struggle, he really let go of his embrace, turned his back and said, "But, even if it is not for the black gate, Esidor needs to pay the price for the kick he kicked you!" ”

The kick that I did? Vernorr thought for a few seconds before remembering it. The feeling of being cared for made her extremely soft, and even her tone was soft. "Well, I'm in favor of you making him pay for that kick. But Thrandil, it was only Essidor who kicked me, and the 30,000 dendans who faced the enemy on the battlefield did not do me any good. ”

Just let Essidor go? Thranduil was not reconciled. He was tapped twice on the back, and the slightly pampering words soothed his anger.

"I'm sure you'll have a way to make Essidor pay without involving other creatures. The equipment thing, just let it pass, okay? Vernorr tugged at his robe and said, half-aggrieved and half-aggrieved, "Your main problem now is how to deal with the elves who have stolen the king's coat of arms. ”

"It's not just about stealing the king's coat of arms." Thranduil turned around with a wicked smile on her face, looking up and down at the elf in her eyes. I thought of N ways to punish with great joy, such as a kiss or something. "You've also used your Combat Sense. And by now, I have not been convinced that you do not have enough time to consult me, so you must be given a severe punishment. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Devon and Eroth barged in without being communicated. The two steady elves actually half-crouched in front of Thranduil at the same time, and said eagerly: "Lord Advisor really doesn't have time to ask you for instructions, please forgive her. If you must be punished, please give a light sentence and expel you. ”

The weirdest thing is that Eros, who has very few words, actually talked about it today. Although Elos's expressive skills were very mediocre, with Vernor's additional explanation, Thranduil understood why Vernor had no time to ask for advice at all.

"So, as soon as the army of the Dendans gets the acquiescence of the High King, they will begin to change the formation, making the woodland camp a gap in the formation?" Thranduil frowned, and walked slowly to the wall where the map hung. "Then, there will be at least 10,000 enemies rushing straight to the woodland barracks......"