They braced their almost stiff bodies and watched as the Elven King lay down at the entrance of the cave and shouted inside. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info it's a pity that the echo in the cave is not only so light that they can't hear it, but even the interval between responses is very long. Not a single soldier complained about this. Because the noble king has always maintained the same position lying at the entrance of the cave.

The long interval between replies cannot be completely blamed on Oakes, whose IQ is hard to come to a conclusion, Oakes always spends too much time communicating and discussing. Fortunately, after the drizzle disappeared, when a touch of morning sun broke through the clouds, they came to a final conclusion. With their intelligence, they would not doubt at all that there would be an ambush at the location designated by the Elven King. However, from the easternmost part of the woodland to the northern border, it will be a longer time to stay in the territory of the Elven King. Even if there is a "hostage" in his hand that the Elf King has to be afraid of, being followed by the Elf King for such a long time can scare a few Oaks to death.

Let the Elf King stay away from him? As he said just now, opening any border defense card in the woodland can only be done by the Elf King himself.

"Just go out of the nearest woodland border, it's a big deal that we take a detour. As long as it's not in the woodlands, it's all good to say. Kuby, who was hailed as the leader, was the final word.

After receiving Oakes' offer, Thranduil didn't even think about agreeing immediately. It's not that he can't save Vernor while killing the enemy, he just doesn't want to take any risks. Let them go. He silently said in his heart: As long as Vernol is alive. As for making them pay, as long as the Gundaba Mountains still stand in the northern part of the woodland, you will be able to level it one day.

After the two hundred soldiers withdrew at a breakneck pace, the light from the depths of the cavern finally began to move slowly towards the cave entrance. First, a goblin poked his head out tremblingly and took a look, and immediately turned around and ran into the cave in fright. It wasn't until the Elven King, citing the need to make sure that the people of the woodland were still alive, retreated to a distance of ten meters from the entrance of the cave as they compromised, that he saw Vernor, who had been carried out of the cave by two half-orcs.

The blonde hair, which represented the High Elf symbol, had long since been cut by Zigan, but it was the openwork saber that the orcs pressed against her neck allowed the Elven King to confirm her identity. Although the orcs wrapped a dark rag over Vernor's fleshy face before exiting the cave so as not to anger the Elven King, the red, swollen eyelids with tooth marks and the blood seeping from the cloth made Thranduil guess how terrible she had been tortured.

The face that had been touched and kissed countless times in the dream was tossed to appear in such a way, Rao was mentally prepared enough, and Thranduil still almost fainted. Dizzy, he had to support his body and tell himself to be calm over and over again. Unexpectedly, he had just stood firm, and was once again shocked by the thorn strip that Fnorer had wrapped around his waist to his ankle.

The spikes on the thorns pierced into her flesh, bringing out more blood as her body moved, and the silk pants under the gaps in the thorns had been stained with blood so that they couldn't see their original colors. The two arms were tied behind the orc at an impossible angle, apparently with broken bones. The only thing that didn't hurt the upper and lower parts of Tong's body was the upper half of his body, which should have been well protected by the Mithril Armor. Even though it was stained with inexplicable blood, the skin exposed outside the tattered clothes still emitted a faint light that was difficult to detect, which also confirmed that the high elf to which the light belonged was not injured, and eternal life existed temporarily.

"Let her speak, and I'm going to make sure she's not dead. Thranduil almost crushed a bite of silver teeth before she suppressed the thought of rushing forward. "As long as she is alive, I will personally escort you out of the nearest border. If she dies, you're all her burial goods!"

All Oakes almost shuddered, and subconsciously stepped back. Had it not been for the broken clay jar behind him in the process of retreating, none of the Oaks would have been able to pull away from the panic and think of a way to wake up the female elf.

As the cold stagnant water irritated the wound, Vernor struggled to open his eyes in a mixture of pain. It took her a few seconds to regain her ability to think, and then she swept through everything in front of her with the pain of her eyes being torn apart. In just a few tens of seconds, the eyes that were almost dispelled became extremely firm again, and he also said the words that the Elf King feared the most.

Despite the fact that a single mouth would tear at all the wounds on his face, Vernorr intermittently sent out an ancient Quenya language that the orcs absolutely did not understand, and which only a few High Elves could grasp.

"Immediately gather the soldiers and kill them. Seeing that the Elven King had gritted his teeth and followed the advancing team as if he had not heard it at all, Vernorr shouted anxiously: "Therlandil, you can't let the evil go!

The reason why she asked the Elven King to transfer troops was because Vernore was temporarily unable to launch a battle sense, and she didn't know where she was and where Oakes was going. Culling the enemy who hated him, the only hope for the incapacitated Venor was the Elven King, who was not far away, and even the corners of his mouth were trembling.

Thrandil, who had received an aristocratic education, certainly knew Quenya, and he understood what Vernorr meant.

How can I ignore your life and test their tolerance?

As Oakes asked, Thranduil had the soldiers take the horned deer and untie the saber. But the blade never left Vernor's neck. The stupid Oakes was so scared of the defenseless Elven King that he didn't dare to think of taking the opportunity to attack the Elven King. But Thranduil knew very well that once he said a "no", he would most likely watch Vernor's immortality be ended. He could only pretend that he didn't understand at all.

As she traveled, the fairies with their blonde hair cut to the roots of their ears kept looking for an opportunity to urge, causing Oakes to warn her with hissing teeth. The language was so strange that he couldn't understand it at all, which made Oakes, who was already frightened, even more anxious. Glancing at the woodland border that was getting closer and closer, the orc Kubi increased the strength of his hand, cutting a scar on the snow-white neck of the female elf.

"What the hell are your elves muttering?" Kubi grumbled, "Shut her up." ”

"She's just begging for mercy...... Don't talk anymore!" Thranduil was almost frantic as he was marching, and after shouting this sentence in lingua franca to calm Oakes's anxiety, he finally found a reason to calm the other party for a while. He replied in the same standard Quenya language, full of pleading: "Trust me, I have my own arrangements......"