While Serdan steaders the Emperor in a solemn yet peaceful manner, Elrond temporarily stops the smuggling of the deer's hooves for Vernor. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info looked at the female elf who was still unconscious, but finally stopped twitching, Elrond sighed.

"Don't show your guilt in front of me! She was supposed to grow up with the children in the woodland kingdom with the forest, didn't you call her here, as for making it like this?" If she hadn't wanted to let go of Vernor's hand at all, Thranduil would have communicated directly with the wise man with her fists. Under Elrond's apologies one after another, he finally managed to suppress the emotion of attacking the other party, and asked sharply, "What is the situation with her?"

"This leg of hers temporarily loses the self-healing power of the elves. If you are not careful to change the dressing frequently, the hoof fluid will continue to fester. When the regeneration of hoof fluid is completely suppressed, it will be able to heal itself again. In terms of time, it can be as short as half a year or as long as three years. Still, it's the same as I said before. The Dome Deer is the Holy Spirit that can only be found in the Blessed State, and its hoof fluid cannot be completely eradicated by the power of Middle-earth, and can only be suppressed by self-healing power. ”

"Only when it is good can there be self-healing power, and it must rely on self-healing power to suppress it. Isn't this a contradiction?" Thranduil, who was deeply annoyed, rolled his eyes and asked, "How can you suppress it when you don't have self-healing power?" ”

What if one day I didn't keep an eye on her, and Lin Gu was half-bald and pulled her into danger again? Moreover, the dead bald man could change her dressing every day, and he could also touch her skin, in case they were ...... for a long time.

Although he knew that the best healer in Middle-earth did not know how many patients he had to come into contact with every day, and that it was ridiculous to have emotional entanglements with the healed patients, Thranduil still made up his mind and scolded: "Hand over the methods that don't need to rely on your treatment, the best healer! Otherwise, you will see Rivendell surrounded in three days and can't even splash water!" (see Chapter 533 - The Bottom of the Cauldron for details)

Elrond, of course, didn't give a solution because of a threat. In fact, Thranduil doesn't care, and the wise man who can't stay in the woodland kingdom for a long time will take the initiative to hand over all the better methods.

"I'll have your communications cavalry bring medicine over regularly. If there is a real shortage of medicine, let her directly smear the wound with her own blood. Looking at the sores that had been treated, the wise man explained to the suspicious Elven King, "The powerful self-healing power of the elves comes from our blood, not our flesh. The body that can die or die depends on the nourishment of magical blood to achieve the state of non-aging. So, the best medicine is actually the blood of the elves. Of course, it has to be fresh blood flowing through the heart. If you stab the heart, you will die, indicating that the self-healing power contained in the blood comes from our heart. ”

"You mean to say that living elves are the best medicine in Middle-earth?" Thranduil thought for a moment, and looked around at the closed doors and windows in a cold sweat, before lowering his voice, "Who knows about this?"

Thranduil was well aware of how terrible the theories of the wise men were for the elves, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were about the fate of an entire race in Middle-earth. If the blood of the elves is the best medicine for Middle-earth, as Elrond said, God knows if other races will do anything to the elves in order to heal or prolong their lives. The terrible thing is that the vast majority of elves have compassion in their hearts. If they knew that their blood could heal other beings, they would take the initiative to donate healing blood to those in need. No, Elrond has done a lot of these things.

No wonder this guy is considered the best healer in Middle-earth. Having penetrated the mystery of the elf's self-healing power, and being the best medicine in itself, can it not be the best healer?

Thranduil glanced at him, intending to mock the wise man for his disregard for his own efforts to save his people as soon as he answered the question. Fortunately, the wise man's answer made him quite satisfied, and it also made him dispel the idea of mockery.

The wise man replied, "When I made this discovery, I only told you." As for those who are mighty, they have also understood this mystery......"

After staring at the Elven King for a moment, Elrond said with certainty, "Vera must know. When the Noldor left Amen for Middle-earth, the Veras warned them that the power of the elves would weaken over time as they moved away from the Blessed Continent. Judging by the fact that Noldor's abilities in Zhongzhou are gradually declining, there may be some kind of substance set up by Vera or Iru in the Blessed Continent that can make the elves stronger. And at present, the elves with powerful mana in Zhongzhou are all elves who have lived in Amen Continent. It seems that it is the divine power of the Blessed Continent that gives their blood mana?"

I agree with that. For example, if you have never been to Amen Continent but have a certain amount of mana, it is not the wealth given to you by your paternal bloodline. It's a pity that you have a little less blood from the Fenway family. "Through the wise man's speech, Thranduil, who felt that he had peeked into the mysteries of the Western upstate, was in a better mood. After a little ridicule, he sighed and said, "No matter how little blood you have, it's better than me!"

Elrond knows how difficult it is for an elf without magic to protect the largest nation in Middle-earth. He quickly patted the Elven King on the shoulder and brought the topic back.

"As for whether there are other powerful people in Midstate who know, I guess Serdan and Galadriel must have guessed it too. Especially the Golden Lady, who came from Amen Continent and was well aware of the changes in her power. However, they never mentioned it, and no elf had said it for thousands of years. It can only be said that all the elves who know understand how dangerous this matter is to the entire race, and if they do, they only hide it in their hearts. ”

In other words, the elves who can understand this mystery also know how dangerous it will be if this matter is known to other clans. In order not to bring the possibility of extermination to Zhongzhou, they will keep their mouths shut?" Thranduil breathed a long sigh of relief, determined to make this matter a secret that only the Woodland Kingdom could grasp, and did not forget to confirm one more thing: "If the blood is taken away, will we die?"

I had only heard that elves would die from stabbing them in the heart, but I had not heard of them dying of excessive bleeding. If the loss of blood was not life-threatening, why didn't Elrond say that Vernor would use his own blood in the first place?

Thinking of this, Thranduil instantly decided that he would provide her with the best medicine in Middle-earth.

His plan was that as long as I didn't tell her the mystery of the elven blood, and then make a casual excuse that her blood had divine powers, she wouldn't need to perform such a dangerous action.