Even the most timid petty official, who had never seen a bloody scene at all, suppressed the fear in his heart and watched it all with great concentration. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBecause everyone understands that the corpses that have been firmly fused together by the coagulated blood, even if the mask is so rotten that it is unrecognizable, can be determined by the body wearing gold armor that it is Orifel, the former king of the woodlands.

No. There will be no body of golden armor. Unconsciously brushing the corners of his cloak with his fingers, Vernorr glanced at the thousands of busy soldiers in front of him. With such a valuable thing as golden armor, how could the enemy be willing to leave it on the battlefield? Only a broken crystal pen without diamond embellishment can be regarded as useless garbage and wait here safely.

A soldier approached the familiar spot, and she shivered nervously. When the soldier took something in his hand and brought it to the king of the woodlands with the utmost respect, Deven stumbled beside him. She hurriedly helped her, and when she looked up again, she saw that the king of the woodland, who was not wearing a cloak, had fallen to his knees with his saber. He buried his head so deeply that no one could read his expression. But the incomparably desolate feeling revealed by the slightly trembling body was like a sharp blade stabbing into the hearts of all the woodland officials.

Devon stood up with Vernor's arm, and as he tried to hold one hand to the king of the woodlands, he was pulled back.

"Don't go. Let him take care of it. Vernor whispered in his ear, "He can only rely on himself in this matter." ”

Dewen choked and nodded, finally unable to bear to look directly, and turned his head to the side. When the other officials saw Dewen's move, they naturally didn't dare to rush past him and rush forward directly.

I don't know how long it took, but the picture of a king and officials being frozen has changed slightly. When her legs were nearly unconscious, Thranduil looked up. I looked around and found that there was no one around me.

Is this the loneliness of kings, ADA? He reached for the hilt of his saber with his other hand and gritted his teeth and crawled up. My numb legs suddenly had to bear the weight of my whole body, and I was a little overwhelmed. So he stood there with his chest held high for a moment, and as he raised his head in the direction of the sun, there seemed to be a slight burning sensation on his face. At this time, he didn't know that the years had quietly left marks on the extremely beautiful face of his face, along the corners of his mouth.

The fog in the eye frame was quickly dispelled by the sunlight, and the legs became stronger. He slowly drew his saber from the ground and sheathed it. Turning in the direction of the official, the first creature to enter his eyes was Fnorr, who was greeted by the cloak he was holding. There was no verbal exchange, just a look, and the two elves had come to an agreement. He stopped and stood, letting Vernor go around behind him, carefully dressing himself in his cloak.

Five layers of luxurious cloaks woven from different materials fell on his shoulders, and even Vernoll did not expect that his shoulders did not fall due to the arrival of the weight, but instead straightened his body a little more. At this time, Dewen, who was smiling with tears and smiles, had already led all the officials to greet him and bowed to him with an extremely critical bow.

Thranduil clenched the crystal pen in his hand and glanced at the corner of Vernor's coat with her peripheral vision. "The last time you came to Heimen, it was really just to observe the enemy's situation, as you said?"

"Yes. I had a consultant do it! Devon interjected decisively, and pulled Vernoll behind him.

"Well, now is not the time to talk about that. All the officers come with me. Thranduil shook his cloak and pointed at Vernor. You! Go back to the tent and wait for me. ”

The king of the woodlands prepared countless excuses for his advisers to obtain his own forgiveness. For example, if you kill yourself, you don't admit that you did it; For example, it was accidentally dropped the last time I came; For another example, he directly said that he coveted diamonds and stole the diamonds on the crystal pen that was collected by the old king. Whatever it is, it's better than she admits it.

"I deliberately put the crystal pen on the battlefield in order to make the king see the tragic truth directly." She respectfully half-knelt on the ground, and pushed the king of the woodland into a dilemma.

Thranduil grimaced her face and glared at her coldly.

Why be so tough, why be so open? You do this, how can I possibly come up with an excuse that can be put on the table to explain and forgive you smoothly? What's even worse is that this openness makes him feel that Vernor doesn't care about himself at all, and treats himself with the same attitude as he treats all living beings.

Now, Dewen, who has been outside the tent, refuses to leave, putting on a picture that is ready to rush in to save her at any time. Inside the tent is a beloved creature with an indifferent face and a sincere desire for punishment. Thranduil suppressed the anger in his heart, glared fiercely at Devin, who had robbed him of his chance to save the United States, and reached for his saber.

With the knife in hand, the silk rope that bound the curtain was split into several pieces in an instant, and the heavy curtain closed in front of Dewen's eyes. This meant that no more noise was allowed near the king's tent, and a whole group of king's guards came and asked the chattering Dewen to leave. It wasn't until he returned to his camp that Dewen came to his senses.

He asked himself, why am I doing this? Isn't it obvious that the king will understand, and I know this? But when he saw that the king was about to kill his advisor, he couldn't control himself.

"What's wrong with me?" Devon stroked his chair and sat down slowly.

The knife that had broken the silk rope was not pointed at Vernor, but returned to the scabbard that was paired with it. The delicate leather boots landed in front of her, and almost at the same time, the mask on her face was violently ripped off, and the palm of one hand pinched her face fiercely. The king of the woodland increased the force of his hand, and broke Vernor's face to face with his heart.

The turbulent blue eyes were just a stone's throw away, and the domineering aura unique to men with the fragrance of the forest was dancing on the tip of her nose, making her find the feeling of indulging in the forest. When she wanted to close her eyes and enjoy the unique power of the forest, a roar rang in her ears. "Aren't you afraid that I'll be angry enough to hurt you?"

Still with a fearless chuckle, she met her eyes burning with anger and said word by word, "I don't expect anything from you, so you can't hurt me by doing anything." ”

What does it mean to have no expectations? Living beings will have no expectations for people who are completely irrelevant. For example, if your lover doesn't take your feelings into account, you will feel hurt. But strangers don't take into account your feelings, and you don't care at all. It took Thranduil a few minutes to figure it out. His eyes widened, but the strength of his hands slowly slowed down until he left the face that was enough to suffocate him.