The woodland heavy armor was about to make another urging, but after seeing the king's adviser take a few deep breaths, he resolutely turned around and quickened his pace and walked in the direction of the woodland barracks. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Judging by the speed of the advisor, he should be able to rush back within the time specified by His Majesty, and now he will not be knocked on the leg by His Majesty with power.

The woodland elves who were temporarily set up as heavy armor soldiers were all overjoyed and quickly chased after them.

Thranduil, who was anxiously fidgeting in the king's tent, heard footsteps ringing outside the tent, and all frustration was replaced by nervousness and agitation. He leapt from his chair, waved his hand away, and began to circle around Vernor, who was standing silently.

Is it really back? Why does it feel a little unreal?

Thranduil stopped, and slowly reached out to remove the veil and hat of the other. The familiar but uncommon cheeks were close to his eyes, but they did not dispel the doubts of the Elf King. He walked around behind Vernor, hesitantly reaching out and tapping his arms to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But the thought of her kissing the other creatures in front of her a few hours earlier made Thranduil furious.

He walked over to the desk and picked up the scepter he was leaning on. He deliberately turned his back and pretended to be extremely cold: "It seems that the new king of Linton did not promise you your original position, so you can't wait to return to the woodland? You are very smart, and you know that within a hundred years after the death of the blood of the Noldor royal family, the king of the Great Green Forest, that is, me, can stand at the pinnacle of elven power." But don't expect to get Linton's status in the woodlands. ”

Knowing that Vernor's directives in Linton were second only to the High King and Isild, and that he had the right to decide the last words of Linton's future successor and the new holder of the Ring of the Wind, the Elven King was so angry that he broke the newly made armor.

I will never match you with the best personal soldiers, let alone let you appear in front of officials of other countries. You are not allowed to appear outside of the woodland barracks in the future, in case other creatures discover your presence.........

Thinking of this, the Elf King couldn't help but shudder, and subconsciously turned his head sideways to look at the other party.

Motionless, Vernorr glanced up at the Elven King, continuing to bask in pain and exhaustion. Although the High King's letter succeeded in arousing her disgust and rebellion, Isilde, who still said so many "sorry" when she was dying, only made Vernoll feel distressed and blamed herself.

So kind Isilde, under the baptism of time, will surely become the only bloodline of the most generous and racially cohesive Noldor Supreme King in the history of elves, and just left before my eyes? If it weren't for the fact that he had just walked out of the life and death of the change of power, if he hadn't touched Isilde's cold bow, Vernor still couldn't believe that the scene just now had happened. She began to remember what had happened a few hours earlier, and she did not hesitate to revert to the painful past, just to find a flaw and convince herself that everything she had just done was just a dream.

There's no way Isild is dead!

Ignoring the elven king's complaints and taunts, Vernor began to lie to himself. A few hours ago, Isild asked me to hold him and let me kiss him. How could such a sturdy body, with his cheeks so red that they were almost hot, turn into a cold corpse? How could such a thing happen when he went to the front alone to find the lost necklace? Prince Noldor had hundreds of retinues, and even if he did not call all of them, even if his personal soldiers fought for several days and nights, it was impossible for none of them to stop him. It must have been a dream.

However, if it was really a dream, who had given me the Wind Ring, and who had shown me that terrible letter?

"Vernor, I'm asking you!" Thrandier, who had been treated silently, raised his eyebrows and raised his tone: "Since you chose to come back to join the Woodland Kingdom, why didn't you bring the Wind Ring back to the Woodland King?

This sentence sideways confirms the fact that Isild left. Vernore felt a cramping pain in his heart, gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes slightly at the other party.

"You think I'll forgive you for not bringing the Wind Ring back by looking at me like this?" Thinking that Isild had received a kiss from Vernor on the Wind Ring, Thranduil was so angry that she struck her scepter twice on the ground. "As long as I hold the Wind Ring, what other country would dare to compete with the Woodland Kingdom? Who else would dare to touch my elves? Isn't it also what you want to make the Woodland stand at the pinnacle of power? With the Wind Ring, what can I want?"

My words can determine the fate of the Wind Ring?The line of life and death that he had just experienced in Linton's account was still in front of him, and Vernor's anger rose from his heart. She gave up her silence and walked quickly to Thrandil.

"Do you really want the Wind Ring?" Before the other could react, she reached out and grabbed the other party's robe, and with a force she couldn't even imagine, she pressed Thranduil against the heavy wine cabinet wall in an instant. "What more do you want than the Wind Rings? the whole of Middle-earth, the submission of all living beings, including my flattery? Tell me now, and I will be prepared to know how difficult the King's forthcoming orders will be. ”

The red lips that were close at hand, although they made an incomparably sharp sound, made Thranduil feel intoxicated. Throwing away the scepter in his hand, he subconsciously moved his hands slowly to wrap around the other party, because the next sentence completely angered Vernor. "I just want you! I want everything that the shuttered wood elf doesn't deserve!"

"Hahaha. Vernorr laughed angrily. Ignoring the wound being stretched open again, she increased the force in her hand and pulled Thranduil, who was a whole head taller than herself, down. When the beautiful face that can be called the number one in the spirit world was at the same height as herself, she bit the other party's slightly upturned thin lips with a mocking smile.

"You want this?" Glancing at the wide-eyed, completely stunned Elven King with satisfaction, Vernor leaned in and took a bite before mocking, "How does it feel? It's more than you can imagine. Would you like to hear what he got and we'll ...... in the evening."

"Shut up!" the hand that had reached for his back quickly covered the other's lips, and Thranduil gasped and confronted her, the anger in his eyes covering everything. When he found that Vernor, too, had used all his strength, and that he was trembling slightly, Thranduil tentatively took his hand away. After a brief silence, Thranduil hugged the female elf in front of her.