It took 30 wood elves half a day to finally complete the elven king's secret mission - to find a bouquet of flowers in the winter forest. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 In order to keep the flowers fresh enough, they almost broke the horsewhips, and finally delivered the flowers to the elven king, who had just returned to the king's tent, before the dew on the flowers had disappeared.

The first thing Vernor, who had returned to the king's tent with his saber, heard the Elven King's words be—"Do you like it?" Given to you. ”

"Give it to me?" As soon as the sight shot out of the blue eyes touched the flowers held in the arms of the Elf King, they immediately bounced away. After strafing again, his eyes swept around solidly, and then dimmed. The mockery couldn't help but be revealed in his voice. "Are you really going to give them to me? It's not a dream, is it? ”

Thranduil was sure that Vernor's tone contained absolutely no surprises, more like horror. He looked at the flowers in his hand again, slightly puzzled.

It's perfect, with no dust and crystal dew dotted on the delicate petals......

He held the flower up to Vernor and raised an eyebrow triumphantly. "For you, of course. I summoned nearly three of the King's Guards to the forest to find them. If you like it, let them pick the freshest every day. ”

Even creatures with low IQs can understand Thrandeil's purpose. What's more, it's Vernor, who is not low in emotional intelligence? Even though she clenched the handle of her saber tightly, trying to control her emotions, she still couldn't stop letting out three mocking sneers.

After more than 60 years of struggle, Okpa's serious injury and loss of the opportunity to be loved, all the efforts were finally declared a joke by the gorgeous flowers in front of him? In the face of the positive ridicule of fate, she did not lose her cool. Gently pushing away the flowers in front of her, she fell to her knees on one knee.

"Your Majesty, you are already too powerful to need advisors. Allow me to ...... for my own sake," and after taking a deep breath and aggravating his tone, Vernor said word by word: "Allow me to go to the front and look for the enemy who killed my husband." ”

As soon as the words fell, even she felt that her heart twitched. It must have been grieving for Okpa's tragic death, and she consoled herself.

I closed my eyes and prepared to meet the flowers that had been smashed on my head and face, but I only heard the sound of heavier and heavier gasps. When the ragged sound sounded, she opened her eyes again, and saw only the back of Thranduil's departure. I dare not imagine how angry the king would be, and at this time Vernore only felt pain for Okpa.

150 years ago, you hurt yourself and gave me freedom. After 150 years, I can finally go and find the enemy who has left you in my arms. Two tears slowly dripped down the corners of her eyes.

Had it not been for hearing the words "Okpa" come from Vernor's mouth, Thranduil would have almost forgotten that he existed. Thinking that she was full of expectations, she held the flowers in front of her with a smile on her face, but she offered to avenge her husband. Is this a reminder that I should never be a substitute for that non-existent, lowly Sylvan elf? At that moment, Thrandil, whose face was throbbing, wanted to smash the flowers in Vernor's face, and then shouted for her to get out. However, he found that he actually held back.

The moment the flower touched the silver mask, he actually changed the direction of his power and threw the bouquet in his hand to the ground. He vented his anger through his toes to the flowers on the ground. It wasn't until the bouquet on the ground was trampled that he staggered out of the king's tent.

The cold winter wind caressed the Elven King's smooth skin through his thin robes, and his hot cheeks gradually cooled. Amid the snowflakes, a team of woodland archers with dazzling jewels on their chests marched in the direction of the battlefield under the leadership of the captain of the guard, Elos. As he passed by Thrandil, each archer placed his right hand on his left chest in the highest respect.

Do you think mentioning the name of a dead elf will reject me? Do you think I'll be deterred by the fact that you're married? Thranduil looked up at the ranks of archers and smiled triumphantly.

And voila! I am rich in forests, and I can find the freshest and most beautiful flowers even in winter if I want. Can a humble Sylvan elf influence my decision? Think of what you said when you handed me the scepter.

Turning around in a dashing manner, he walked towards the usual agenda of officials.

"Given the terrible situation of my advisor being off the job for a few days, I would never allow her to be given a separate camp. And ......" He looked with interest at the stunned officials, trying to make himself look angrier. "Dewen, I will never allow any of her excessive requests. For example, leaving the post to go to war or something. You know what I mean? ”

"I understand, I understand." Dewen nodded like pounding garlic, but he was scolding in his heart: Why is Your Majesty so generous to all the wood elves, but so stingy with the advisors?

In the final alliance, Vernore is not the only creature who has discovered the change of the Elven King. The High King, Gilgadra, was also aware of it.

When did Thrandel become exhausted? Looking at Isild, who was hurrying to eat the berries for a delicious lunch, Gilgalad suddenly had an idea. He wasn't really jealous of the rich life that the Wood Elves were currently enjoying in the hard battle, but simply that Thranduil's words and actions were a little abnormal. Pushing his plate in front of Isild as well, he asked his son, "How about the mentor you had?" ”

Isild's face immediately turned red, and he almost wanted to bury his face in the plate. When the tutor was invited, everyone tacitly didn't make it clear, and after giving him a lesson, everyone didn't have such a thing. My father suddenly mentioned it directly, what is this for?

Linton's only prince stopped chewing, drank a glass of wine from the woodland advisor, and finally swallowed the food in his mouth. Only then did he hesitantly say, "Anyway, it's all done." ”

"Take that mentor to meet your friend." Gilgalad picked up his glass and raised it, "Just to thank him for the wine." ”

"This kind of thing...... Not so good. Isild awkwardly stood up, looking extremely reluctant.

"Go now." Gilgalad's eyes appeared in front of the Silver Moon Princess. The gentle and delicate Princess Avari, judging by the life that the Woodland Kingdom is now enjoying in the war, will certainly not be wronged by her. Above all, this gentle princess may be able to relieve Thranduil's harshness and send him some warmth. "Take the mentor over now. I'll go for you when I get to fight. ”