The simple wood elves are not stupid, although the elf king can only look up, and his temper is not very good. www.biquge.info But in the final alliance, only he still enjoys a stable life in the war, and only his children can grow up happily on the battlefield, who else can do it except the elf king? You know, even the supreme elf king has no way to let his people eat before going to the battlefield.

If something happens to the elf king, who else is willing to put life and death aside and do his best to take care of the wood elves?

Thinking of this, several newly adult archers fainted directly, and several female archers who were closer to Lord Devon even began to cover their mouths and whimper.

"Don't panic, don't panic. It's not as bad as you think. Devon screamed at the top of his lungs.

Fortunately, I stopped the panicked Edmund from continuing to blow the horn in the first place, otherwise I don't know what the chaos would have been. It only took two blows to scare the wood elves like this. If the remaining enemy troops could distinguish the information represented by the horn, they really thought that the elven king had disappeared, and they would definitely rush directly to kill him. This Edmund, didn't he know that the title of Elven King alone could scare off most of his enemies?

While blaming himself for how he could show a panicked look in front of the simple wood elves, Dewen said solemnly: "It may be that I have dealt with too many things recently, and I suddenly supported the battlefield and made my body unbearable, and I was temporarily unconscious." Let's invite the best healer, and Your Majesty will be able to get better. ”

Can Lord Elrond really be cured? He watched as all the healers in the woodland tried various methods, but still did not wake up the Elf King, but shook the blood from the Elf King's mouth and slowly flowed out along the corners of his mouth. Is there any other option now than to turn to Lord Elrond, who holds the Ring of Wind?

"I'll bring a few dozen archers into the Linton camp and invite them!" Although Eros was also very anxious, he couldn't do anything to bring three thousand archers into the Linton barracks. If you do this, you won't be seeking medical advice, and King Linton will think that the Elven King has sent troops to start a war. Turning his head and nodding at a dozen archers who were still in a good state of mind, and convincing the other archers with the words "You are arguing with Your Majesty when you go back, it will be useless at all, and you will return to the battlefield safely", and as soon as Aros raised his feet and was about to enter the gate of the woodland barracks, the king's attendants who came galloping on horseback finally arrived, and also brought news that made all the wood elves breathe a sigh of relief.

"Lord Elrond has entered His Majesty's royal tent!"

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"Believe in the Ring of the Wind, his body is fine now. However......" In the Woodland King's tent, Elrond, who had taken all the living beings, withdrew the hand that was placed on the Elven King's chest, turned to the woodland advisor, and said, "You didn't leave this time on his orders. Or maybe he doesn't know at all?"

Elrond, who had consumed a certain amount of energy to summon healing magic for the Elven King, was slightly tired, and pointed to the Elven King's palm, which was already able to open slightly, holding the dazzling gem, and said with a hint of fierceness: "How can you treat him without saying goodbye? Can't you see that he is like this, and it is entirely because of you? You have always known how to think about other creatures, why did you treat him so cruelly? What did Thranduil do wrong to let you treat him like this?"

Feeling a sour nose, he woke up under the effect of magic, and Thrandil, who was hit by the double emotions of grievance and emotion, tried his best to maintain his comatose appearance. He wanted to know the answer more than Elrond. Maybe from the mouths of other beings, Vernor will give a true answer?

The silence lasted for some time. When the sound of footsteps knocked from the side of the bed and disappeared in the direction of the desk, the familiar voice sounded softly.

"You're right! He's not wrong, it's always been me. The voice left the bedside along with the footsteps, and seemed to be heading in the direction of Elrond. "It was my own cleverness that caused that elf to be seriously injured and then get a ruined end. As for treating Thrandeil like this...... There are so many dead or hurt creatures between me and him that I can't ignore them. Staying with Thranduil, with his affection on the one hand, and the creatures and my faith on the other, I will be driven to the point of pain. ”

Dead creatures?

Elrond naturally thought of Isild. Isild had a dispute with the Elven King before leaving, and he had heard of it. If it was really because of the dispute caused by the female elf in front of her, it was normal for her character to have such thoughts.

"You might think I'm looking for an excuse to cover up my selfish behavior. But you must have seen that as long as I am here, the Elf King's thinking will always be inexplicably disturbed, affecting his greatness. Not long ago, in my absence, he saw through the political dangers that the Danden might face when he sent troops, and sternly rejected King Sedan's invitation to send troops. ”

"So you think it's for his own good?" Elrond's tone was mocking, and he even sighed in his heart: Vera, I finally know why I am called a wise man. There are countless beings in Middle-earth who are wiser than I am, but none of them have the power to comprehend emotions.

"The woodland advisors I know have always been very wise, and I didn't expect to get lost emotionally. Placing his hands on the table, Elrond whispered, "I admit that for emotional reasons, the Elven King is indeed more insane in matters related to certain creatures. But looking at the whole of Middle-earth, what creature can be so powerful that it is not affected by emotions? No living being can fully comprehend love, and no living creature can have complete control over love. Thranduil is an elf who has no magic at all, and has never experienced feelings other than fatherly love, how can you have the same difficult demands on him as ordinary creatures, how can you let the young elf king completely control love? Also, you don't seem to understand what you mean to him. ”

"Of course I know what that means. Didn't King Aurifel, the High King, and the Elven King all use me as a tool to use? My aversion to power made them feel unconcerned about using it, but they turned around and tried to use it to keep me. Even though he didn't speak loudly, Thranduil could still hear the disappointment and anger in his words. "Am I a high-end commodity? Do I sell at a clear price? Why do they move me with emotion at the beginning, but in the end they use power as currency and insult me with the act of buying? Their purchase only makes me feel dirty, and proves once again that they are ruthless kings!"