"After so many years, you can be regarded as having survived. The dwarves will shine strangely because www.biquge.info they have a king like you. After nodding slightly, the Elven King left with his chin in his hand raised.

However, the Elven King did not make the Dwarf King wait for three months. Two months later, Nader received news of the Elven King's high-profile trip to Gondor. Along with the news came a letter written by the Elven King himself. The letter stamped with the Elven King's private seal contained only one sentence: Bring your soldiers to the west of Mordor near Gondor, where we will rendezvous.

Nader was sure that before sending this letter, the Elven King had sent a letter to all the allies that he would join forces with Lone Mountain to besiege Mordor. Otherwise, the 30,000-strong dwarven legions will receive inquiries from various allies as soon as they leave the lonely mountain.

"Your Majesty is there to enlist the material support of Gondor, and it will take a few days to negotiate in the city of Gondor. Therefore, Your Majesty, please do not need to speed up the march, but let the army march at a normal pace. ”

Nader knew the woodland elf in front of him, he was none other than the Elven King's most powerful guard captain Elos, and he could also be said to be the Elven King's deputy on the battlefield. In most cases, the Elven King will take Aroth with him when he goes to battle, and in the unlikely event that the battle is raging, the Elven King will let Eros lead the way. It's just a month ahead of the time to send troops, and he doesn't even bring his assistants on the battlefield, what is the elf king playing?

Despite all the doubts, Nader made his position clear first, and everything was done according to the Elven King's wishes. Before leaving, Nader didn't hold back and stopped Eroth. "Your Majesty didn't let you go with you, so he joined me with two king's convoys, and continued until the battle was over?"

If that's the case, the Elven King believes in the dwarves too much. After all, between the dwarves and the elves, there is still a feud between the killing of the Supreme King of Sinda.

Nader was puzzled.

"As you say, Your Majesty went into battle with only two royal convoys. Eros apparently guessed what the Dwarven King was thinking, and calmly said what the Elven King had taught him: "After the catastrophe in the Plains of Gratun, the Lonely Mountain and the Woodland are like twin brothers in the eyes of all living beings. In fact, in the current situation of our two countries, it is indeed like lips and teeth. No matter which party suffers, it will be an unbearable loss for the other party. Your Majesty believes that you also understand this truth. Nor will our Majesty suspect a side that has been identified as an ally. ”

Nader certainly understands the truth of teeth and lips. The current Lonely Mountain needs to use the military deterrent power of the Woodland Kingdom, and the Woodland Kingdom is also inseparable from the legions of the Lonely Mountain. In this sense, Nader felt that he was equal to the Elven King. But the Elf King's thinking of "using people without suspicion, and suspecting people without suspicion" still made Nader feel that he was one level worse than him. As for why the plan to send troops was brought forward, Nader didn't feel the need to ask again. Even if the Elven King has already made a decision, there must be a reason for him. I have long stated that the elf king of this war is the boss, and as the deputy commander, he only needs to obey the order.

If Nader had placed the same importance on access to information as Thrandeil did, and had placed spies in all the allies as he did, he would have known that an event had happened in the Woodland Kingdom a few months ago that the Elven King least wanted. This incident was not only the key reason for the advance of the soldier's plan, but also gave the Elven King the best reason to besiege Mordor.

That night should have been joyful and peaceful for the Woodland Kingdom. To celebrate the arrival of the 1,000th Woodland Baby in the Three Ages, the Elven King ordered a grand dinner in the central square of the royal city. In the midst of the wine and laughter, the face of the Elf King, who was sitting on the high platform with a smile, suddenly changed, and he stood up and shouted to the officials on the side: "Who will tell me what happened?"

A moment before he said this, he watched as his advisor whispered to one of his attendants, and then turned to leave. This is not in the inner palace, and in front of other beings, Vernor never makes a mistake in terms of etiquette. It is definitely not a trivial matter for her to turn around and leave without completing the most basic farewell etiquette to the emperor on such a public occasion, and even her steps are so hurried that she almost runs! Could it be that there is a new clue to the cause of Okpa's death?

As soon as the Elven King's words fell, a soldier trotted up to him. From the dust and messy hair, it can be seen that this soldier has just finished a long journey, and it is not difficult to see from the scarf he casually wraps around his chest that this is the most typical weaving art of human beings. So he just returned from the human kingdom?

"Your Majesty, something has happened to the escort team that went to Gondor to return with the grain cart. The soldier said in a voice as large as the elves near the high platform could hear, "As we passed through the entrance to Mordor, a dozen or so children in the group were frightened by the sudden rush out of the group, and it was difficult to feed them even food until now. ”

The right hand holding the glass shook violently, and the delicate glass tilted from the hand with the huge gem. Along with the sound of the liquid dripping from the cup to the ground, it was the Elf King with a hoarse roar. "Where are the kids?

In the largest medical clinic in the woodland royal city, Vernor, who was sweating fine on his forehead, was at the request of the healer, and he was desperately suppressing the crying child. The sweaty doctor strangled the child's cheek and forced warm water soaked in elf rations into the child's slightly open mouth. The same scene is playing out next to a dozen children. However, this approach doesn't seem to work very well. Under the tough action, the panic in the child's eyes became even heavier, and in the violent struggle, several children spit out the liquid in their mouths directly, and their eyes rolled and they fainted.

Outside the medical center, on the chair placed next to the gate, although the elf king looked indifferent, the corners of his mouth twitched in a state that could not be detected by the naked eye.

"I'll spit it out if you pour it?" I don't care what method you use, I have to let them eat the food! All of them are children about thirty years old, and they can't eat anything since they passed by Mordor until now, and even adult elves will die if they don't eat food for a long time, let alone my children!" After saying this, the elven king turned his head back and glared coldly at Norlin, who was sitting on the ground and constantly slapping himself.

He yelled, "That's enough, Norling. If you hurt yourself in front of me, will you be able to get the children to overcome their horror and return to normal?"