Behind Isild were a dozen soldiers wearing dark silver wire masks and wearing armor. Although www.biquge.info couldn't see their true faces, Serdan confirmed their identities through the way the soldiers were standing.

Only soldiers who have followed the Supreme King for more than 2,000 years can have this arrogance in their bones!

About a thousand years ago, when he visited another country on behalf of the High King, Serdan also received a personal entourage. Upon contact, Serdan discovered how terrible their obedience to orders had been. It's a pity that the number of personal soldiers is scarce, and when Gilgalad left, most of the personal soldiers completed the mission of the protector by committing suicide, but the personal soldiers who were sent to protect the female elf were saved due to the unfinished mission......

Thinking of this, Serdan naturally remembered the official letter that he had kept close to him, so that the High King was relieved before he died. The content of this official letter must be related to the elves who are currently guarding the soldiers. He hurriedly pinched the official letter placed in his robe with his hand with the ring of fire, and used his magic to read the contents of the official letter. It's a pity that I just learned about the "consultant...... Aristocrat...... The eldest daughter" and "Queen Linton" information, Isild did not give him any more time.

After delaying the coronation and receiving absolute obedience, Isild subconsciously pressed his chest. Through his robe, he could feel the faint hardness of the divorce letter. With his other hand, he waved off the other officials, and he turned to Serdan and said, "You have a letter for me, and you can give it to me now." ”

Serdan slowly delivered the letter in his hand and watched as Isild unsealed the wax seal. After a few moments, Isild carefully tucked the reloaded letter into his robe, blushed his cheeks, looked back at the guards beside him, and then nodded to him on his chest and walked away quickly.

Is it really a female elf with a dark gold veil and cape?

From the time he became the High King's lieutenant in the Second Age, Serdan had never questioned any of Gilgalad's decisions.

So Gilgalad has already decided everything about his death?

Serdan felt much more relaxed, and while admiring Gilgalad, he told the soldiers: "Send the Blue Star armor set to the prince's tent." ”

Such a tricky matter should be left to the elves chosen by Gilgalad himself. In the eyes of the shipbuilders at this time, the war was the most important thing.

Three days later, Isild, who had just come down from the battlefield, personally sent the woodland officials away. He thought about the two official letters in his arms, looked at the armor that was so torn that it was not fitted properly, and walked towards his royal tent with his legs raised—he had to return to his royal tent to find new armor. Besides, by allowing Vernore to remain at the Noldor camp in accordance with the contents of the letter of redeployment, Isild also wanted to communicate his decision with his adviser - Isild had never been a domineering crown prince.

Despite untying his cloak and putting it on the bed the moment he heard footsteps, Vernor was unable to completely cover the still refinishing Star armor set with a wide cloak. Isilde, who was full of suspicion, saw the corner of the dark blue shoulder pads exposed outside the cloak, and stepped forward with a frightened expression and lifted the cloak.

"Do you go back to the king's tent as soon as you get off the battlefield just to damage the star suit?" Isilde pointed to his chest with a finger where there should have been a star, but at this time it was covered by the same color silk thread, turned his head to Vernor and shouted: "The four stars that represent the control of the Elven Supreme King make you very uncomfortable?

At this time, Isild was so impulsive that he wanted to tear up the official letter related to the female elf in front of him. In his opinion, the advisor in front of him was a female elf who was born in the woodland and grew up in the woodland, and no matter how good she was in the eyes of her father, she still couldn't change the fact that she was interested in the woodland. Even the pattern of the Supreme King ruling over the four directions made it difficult for her to be covered.

He tried his best to restrain himself, but he couldn't help but raise his hand with the Ring of the Wind. Isild himself could not have imagined that his anger could be so great. He wanted to use the magic of the Wind Ring to pinch the female elf in front of him into the air, watching her show a painful expression and watching her struggle. But as soon as he sent out his mana, he was shocked by Vernor's words.

"The thread that obscures the stars is for you to dismantle yourself. Feeling a gust of wind coming towards him, Vernore subconsciously raised the star cloak in his hand to block it. She said, "I think maybe you'd like the armor you'd wear after your coronation to be a little different from your father's, and when you feel the need, you'll remove the threads yourself." ”

The oncoming wind became unusually gentle when it came into contact with her. They gently stroked the eyes above the veil and gently blew off the veil and the scarf. As the blonde hair flowed slowly in the breeze, Isild lowered her hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm misunderstanding you. He turned his back to Vernor, and felt his face redden. "Why didn't you tell me soon......er?

Vernorr didn't intend to tell him!

The misleading of the Elven King had already distressed her, and in order not to mislead Prince Noldor in the same way, Vernorr thought for a long time every thing she did and said. Originally, he planned to change the armor set and send it back to Serdan directly, so that Serdan could explain it to Isild. Who knew that the battle would be fierce today, and Prince Noldor's robes would be torn, and his shoulder pads, belts, and wrist covers would be torn, forcing him to suddenly come back and find replacement equipment? So what's next?

"You don't need to say sorry to me!" After the breeze died down, Vernore immediately walked up to Isild and half-knelt down, touching his forehead frequently to the other's leg in order to punish him. "You are Prince Noldor, the future King of Linton. You don't need to say sorry to any living being. Show the majesty of the king and punish the creatures who make you angry!"

"Does punishment make you happy?" said Isild, clutching the official letter on his chest, and walked to his bedside in a backward position that he could never see Vernor, and took a random package containing equipment. He said, "I can't do it right now, so let's keep it in mind." ”

Before leaving, he used his magic to blow the kneeling Vernoll back to her bed, and only after making sure that the huge curtain covered the entire bed tightly, did he purse his lips and walk out of the king's tent.

Maybe I really should start working on the two letters in my arms?

Standing in front of the tent door and thinking in deep thought, Isild thought of Princess Silvermoon, and his sword eyebrows furrowed.