Three hundred and seventy-two, angry eyes to each other

Thranduil let out a cold snort and subconsciously leaned back in his chair, so that he could distance himself from the human even further. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"So, Sauron is gone, and those filthy species have nothing to fear without a powerful commander. The absence of movement indicates that they are scared and trembling where we cannot see. The more daring, dirty species, have begun to flee from fear. ā€

"Your Majesty the Woodlands, there is some truth in your analysis of Mordor's situation. But there's no way I can fully agree. After all, the closest to Mordor is the kingdom of Gondor, not your woodland or the dwarven mountain. I have to make sure that the country is in a situation of absolute security. Merandil raised his head and looked directly at the slightly impatient Elven King, and said with a pretended embarrassment, "Since you sent the army sent by the Human Emperor out of the war zone, the humans have never been able to cross your and Nader's garrisons to monitor the enemy's situation. I was hard to believe without seeing any of the results of the proctoring. ā€

All the human officials quietly wiped their sweat and peeked at the Elven King's counterattack.

Ever since the Elven King arrived in the war zone, King Gondor has had a lot of respect for him, and has never spoken out against the Elven King in public and in such a strong manner. And the current tense situation is not because of that incident, both sides are unwilling to back down.

One is still in a weak period, and even when he comes to the conference, he has to distance himself from the other race, so as not to have any more uncomfortable reactions; The other thinks that he has all the best intentions and sincerely goes to apologize, only to be humiliated by losing face and not even showing face, which is a personal indignation. Therefore, the officials believed that no one was wrong in this matter, but they must not let their private thoughts affect the war. And Merandiel changed his previous attitude and confronted the elven king, who knows what will happen to the greatest king of the elven race? If he withdrew in a fit of rage, wouldn't the supplies of the first few months of Gondor be wasted?

Seeing that the ultimate benefit of this battle is for the sake of humans, the officials all think that Merandil should take a small step appropriately, at least not in front of the elf king in front of everyone. Fortunately, the Elf King didn't seem to be angry.

"I just found out that King Gondor is very suspicious of my ability to fight the united front." Hooking the corners of Merandiel's mouth with great interest, the Elven King replied with a sinking face, "Come to me when you are ready to go to the southeast exit of Mordor." I'll let you see with your own eyes that Mordor's movements are only ironclad proof that it is good for the war. ā€

For a short time when everyone was silent, the Elven King raised his hand to a corner of the lower level and said loudly, "I'm sorry, I should go back." The air here makes me feel uncomfortable. ā€

It seems that it is destined to be an unhappy meeting. Although they deeply regretted the increasingly bad relationship between the two kings, the human officials had no choice but to smile and watch the elven king die with the support of his attendants.

"How do you feel?" As soon as he walked out of the palace, Vernor, who was following the carriage, asked questions with concern. In addition to her, more than a dozen wood elves who were walking with the car also raised their heads to look.

"There's nothing bad about it." After answering this sentence with a stiff face, and seeing that the other attendants had taken away their attention with relaxed faces, Thranduil whispered to Vernor: "I said that I felt unwell in the council hall before, but I really don't want to stay longer. ā€

"It seems that you are recovering quickly." Retracting his hand from the carriage, Vernor was about to follow within a few paces of the carriage like the other attendants, but was stopped by the Elven King.

"Don't get too far away from me. Help me block the human eye. He turned his head slightly and tapped his chin to the left front. In that position, dozens of humans were talking to each other, but they were staring at the elven king without blinking. And the human girls who were closest to the carriage and were forcibly separated by the guards have already entered a state of confusion. Even so, their eyes never left the Elven King.

Vernoll knows that all human beings have a heart for beauty. Not only is she not at all repulsed by such phenomena as Thrandil, but she is proud of the elves' innate beauty.

"You should thank the Creator for the beautiful flesh that has given us. In eternal life that cannot be ended, this will happen whenever you come into contact with a foreign race. If it's not very uncomfortable, it's a good idea to start getting used to it now. ā€

It means that in the eternal future, as long as human beings will look at me like an exhibit? What's the difference between this and a rare beast in a cage?

Thranduil instantly felt bad. But before he could even finish the action of dodging with his head sideways, a human girl who was close to him actually let out an exclamation and fainted directly. Seeing the stunned look of obsession on her face, Thranduil felt something in her throat want to rush out.

No wonder she insisted on wearing a mask in front of strangers despite being uncomfortable. It's not a good thing to be too handsome, as if facing a very enthusiastic alien.

Swallowing hard, Thranduil asked Vernor for help: "Can you find a way to cover me?" Or make the wagon a little faster? ā€

The pale face clearly caused Vernoll to worry. But instead of doing what he wanted, she jumped into the carriage.

"Thrandil, I can't cover you with a cloak. This will make humanity think that my majesty is like a shy maiden. There are too many people gathered on the road, and there is no way for the attendants to clear the way for you in a short time, and the carriage may not be able to run. Furnoer, who was crouching beside him, took his hand decisively, even if it was covered under his sleeve. At the same time, she bowed her head deeply so that her posture would look more humble in the eyes of humans. But her voice and posture are very different.

"So, I can only accompany you out of the human kingdom in this way. As long as you think that the closest creature is of the same race, and there is no way for other races to get close to you, you will definitely be able to maintain the image of the elf king. Slightly increasing the strength in his hand, Vernoll bowed his head and reminded: "I will be able to walk out soon." ā€

Whether he will be able to leave soon, Thranduil is not sure. What he can be sure of is that he doesn't feel any discomfort now, and he has the strength to hold the other party with his hands.

A king should not let ordinary beings see their weakened state, whether they know the inside story or not. But it has happened, and the king who came in the carriage already looked a little fragile, not as powerful as the king on a war horse. If you show a cowardly look again, it will make the viewer doubt the strength of the king.