Thinking of the mobile camp set up by his Noldor elf army because of the lack of supplies, it happened every day that male and female elves slept in the same camp, but they were crowned with the adjective "***", Gilgalad was a little angry. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info"I feel very sorry for your elves' ignorance and even insults, this general. ”

"Do not insult the holy elf with your filthy eyes. The Emperor of the People, Elendir, raised his hand and asked the soldiers to invite Colin out of the main tent. "Let's move on to the topic. King of the woodlands, in your opinion, how many soldiers might there be on the other side?"

Thranduil, who was in a fugue state, did not react. Elendil raised his voice and asked again, and after he said "ah", he thought about it and began to answer. "I can't answer you right now. However, it can be estimated based on the time of the enemy's truce. If it had only been a truce for 3 days, I think the enemy might have increased its strength by about 30,000 troops. If it was a 10-day truce, perhaps 50,000 troops would have been added. A great emperor in Chinese history who was born and died on the battlefield spent nearly a year mobilizing a million troops. Because the armistice was too long due to the transfer of troops, the other side thought that he would not dare to fight. ）

"So, we can only continue to prepare for the siege battle while we take a closer look?" Seeing that Thranduil had entered a fugue state again, Gilgalad shook his hand to signal that today's meeting would end for the time being. He left Elrond behind, and thought for a long time before asking the other party, "Although you are not married, but you are a good doctor, you should know the ...... of elves" He thought about the wording, "uh...... That kind of thing?"

Elrond was a little flustered. He didn't think for a moment why Gilgalad would suddenly ask this, and hesitated to answer immediately. Gilgalad sighed softly, as if talking to himself. "I have some friendship with Orifer. That guy's sluggishness in this regard is also confirmed today. I can't help him with anything, maybe I should find someone suitable to teach his only son?"

"Hey...... I can help with that. Thinking of the reaction of Thranduil's stunningly beautiful stinky face, Elrond was eager to rush to him at once. "But now that you're fighting, tell him this kind of thing, okay?"

That's right. It wouldn't be good if Thranduil mistakenly thought she wanted to marry him. Who knows what will become of the Woodland Kingdom after the war. Gilgalad is not a creature who is willing to let his relatives marry away from poverty and suffer any grievances.

"Okay. Look at the timing. ”

Maybe we can start with the blonde elf?, Elrond smiled wickedly and walked out of the tent.

About the word "***", Vernoll has more or less some understanding. Although she really doesn't know how to call it ***, she knows that it's a bad word.

What does it have to do with me?" she smiled, took her saber, nodded to the king, and walked out of the tent without looking back.

"They also say 'that kind of thing.'" Dewen, can you explain?" Thranduil looked at Lord Devin, who had been bowing his head, a little strangely, and handed him the question. "Is there anything I don't know at all?"

Devin decided to arrange a mentor for the king as quickly as possible after the war, and at this point, he could only give an official answer. "This is a profound subject, and there is no need for His Majesty to know it now...... It is not really necessary for war. When my class teacher returns to the court, I will arrange for His Majesty to learn this knowledge. ”

Thranduil nodded in satisfaction and shifted the subject to the relocation team of the royal city.

The second relocation team arrived yesterday and brought more joy and wine, and also spontaneously formed a food delivery team. Since yesterday, the soldiers in charge of the defense of the woodland army, even when they are stationed, can eat freshly cooked, steaming green forest barbecue and exclusive red wine. When the food delivery team played strange music at a low volume and shuttled through the camp, in addition to attracting the attention of all the living beings, it naturally stirred their saliva. Thinking that yesterday afternoon, Isild, the son of the High King, and the dwarves who did not wash their hair had come to complain about their naked ostentation, Thranduil decided to meet the delivery party as well.

"Is it almost lunchtime? I heard that the delivery team is good?" Thranduil got up with the other officials and walked towards the forest elves stationed on the outermost side. Although they were numerous, their targets were huge and easy to spot, and some of the creatures who were torn by their necks and full of memories of the food they had eaten last night waited for Thranduil to arrive before them, and only then did they hide their knives and forks in a panic.

They can't really be blamed for this. At first, they just followed the fate of their own leader and came to observe the food delivery procession. The leaders were concerned about the effects of this strange configuration. No one could have imagined that the merry and hospitable Sylvan elves would bring them a few extra plates of roast meat when they were delivering their meals, and invite them to try them with great enthusiasm. The next day, they brought their own knives and forks and met the creatures who had also come to observe and taste the barbecue yesterday.

Thranduil glanced at the fork that had fallen to the ground. Its owner, with a flattering smile, was trying to cover it with his feet.

"I don't remember sending you an invitation to a banquet?" he raised his head, his eyelids lowered and glared at the dwarven officer.

"That. Well...... We're just here to help with the extra food, honorable king of the woodlands. ”

The food of his own kingdom can be recognized by other living beings, Thranduil smiled proudly. He slowly paced to the simple table that had just been set up and sat down gracefully. "In that case, then I won't invite you to dinner. After all, adults are just dealing with excess food. ”

The best steak with a strong aroma was served by Dewen himself. Thranduil raised his knife and fork and, with countless resentful glances, gracefully poured a small piece of beef into his mouth.

Not all forest elves are busy enjoying the best delicacy. The elven soldiers of Sylvan, who were still busy with their duties, and the king's advisors, were not in the mood to enjoy the delicious food at this time.

Vernorr reconfirmed that the orc's eyes were rotten, and extinguished a lamp. This kind of torture, known among the mysterious tribes of the East, seems to have worked surprisingly well. Although she had always thought that the punishment of not letting her sleep did not sound cruel.

Hallucinations occur when the prisoner is on the verge of a mental breakdown. That's when you can pretend to be his friend and get everything you want through a soft conversation. Vernoll recalled the words of the Eastern Mentor and adjusted his mood. When she spoke again, although she couldn't stop the chill in her tone, her tone was calm.