The last to appear is the bloodied King Orifer. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info he dragged his torn armor and roared at Vernor. "If you're only going to make Thranduil miserable, go away. Don't hurt my poor son again! ”

Far away? Yes, I should have gone away!

It took more than ten seconds for Vernor to calm down the dizziness of standing up suddenly, and Vernor wanted to get out of here quickly, but he couldn't move his legs. She was sweating profusely and subconsciously began to shake her head. At this moment, the light of Icio pierced through the thick black fog and pulled her out of her dream. When the line of sight became clearer, the first creature to see was the Elven King, who was wearing an unfit silver helmet and standing with his back to him. His slender and slender body was even more lonely under the heavy helmet. The hands, hidden in black gloves, clenched into fists at the slightest movement.

"Are you awake?" Despite his best efforts to conceal it, a mixture of sadness, sadness, and disgust still permeated every note of the Elven King's voice. He said, "After resting, go to Dewen and help him take the child and the pregnant elf to a farther place to camp." The mourning could last for more than five days, and I don't want my kids to go without a good rest. ”

The grim image of the king made Vernoll suspect that everything last night was a dream. She quickly got out of bed, half-knelt on the ground and replied respectfully: "As you wish." ”

"Bring a mask and a scarf, and remember to ask the attendant to help me change into brand new bedding when I leave." The hand holding the scepter increased its strength, and with no sight of the other, Thranduil was finally able to say in a cold voice, "You unholy elf, you cannot stain my bed and my people. ”

"Unholy?"

"You are not only unholy, you are filthy! Regardless of the fact that you ceased to be a holy elf more than a hundred years ago, and what happened to Isild, you became dirty......" Thranduil took a few steps away, as if to say to herself, "Actually, I should have thought a long time ago that the jiu-jitsu you use must defeat the enemy with a winding stance. Orcs, wolves, humans, bablins, trolls...... How many filthy creatures have you had physical contact with in this world, and you're afraid you can't even count yourself, right? To say that you are not holy is to show some affection for what you have done for the woodland. ”

After a brief moment of silence, Vernor let out a chuckle.

This is the perfect time to ask to leave, right? If the elf king keeps thinking like this, he will soon get out of this relationship that shouldn't happen. She touched the ground with her head numbly, and said lightly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for showing mercy to me." In order not to defile your king, exile me. ”

"Yes." Realizing that exile also meant goodbye, Thranduil couldn't bear it. "Not now, though. I'm busy, wouldn't you mind helping me with some more before you left? ”

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Edmund clutched the armor he had just gotten and screamed three times at the top of his throat, finally bringing back to his senses the woodland advisor who had been distracted.

"Aren't you too tired just to settle the children and the pregnant elves?" While the music was so loud that it interfered with his daily life, Edmund patiently explained: "I should have let you go to rest first, but His Majesty urged him to hurry up and help him see the new armor. Your Majesty asked me to tell you, and he doesn't know what's wrong, it's just that it doesn't feel right when he puts it on. ”

Vernor's echo was still mush: "Oh...... Show me. ”

Advisor must not have slept enough! Not at all like the great advisor I know! Edmund shook his head and placed the armor that had been shaking in front of the other man's eyes on the table, finally getting the other man to look right. The hands hidden in the gloves rested lightly on the armor, but their owners asked something else: "Is Your Majesty in a hurry to use the armor?" ”

"Looks like so." Edmund stared at the armor without blinking. It was as if this set of silver armor, which sold twelve times as much as ordinary armor, and that the best craftsmen of the dwarves had made for the Elven King, would be damaged once it was out of sight. "Your Majesty said three times, let you hurry up and give a rectification plan."

Can you be in your current state......

Edmund, who regarded the Elven King as heavier than himself, felt a slight sense of blame for the King of the Forest for the first time because of other creatures. Thinking back to the many times in the past seven years, when he saw the advisor holding up his tired body and dealing with matters for the Elf King, Edmund sighed several times.

"Your Majesty too! Why rush so much? And Your Majesty knows how to cherish the children and the pregnant elves, and arrange for them to rest away from the sound of mourning and music, why is he not willing to share a little mercy on you? Why don't I go and talk to Your Majesty? Or let you go to the kids? ”

Vernor, who had already begun to write a book, looked up at Edmund and suddenly smiled. The knowing smile somewhat dispelled some of Edmund's melancholy, and the words made him even happier.

"Don't go to Your Majesty. I don't want to eat any more food you've cooked. Vernore tapped his chin in the direction of the tent, deliberately making an uncomfortable appearance. Do you remember that because you said a word, your majesty punished you to study in the kitchen for a month? One time I came back to debrief just in time for you to be the only one in the kitchen. Well, I am really impressed with the food you cooked, and your Majesty ordered a few years ago that no food should be wasted. If you don't want to eat anything like that again, don't go to Your Majesty. ”

Edmund quietly breathed a sigh of relief: It's good to be ridiculous!

Raising a slightly proud face, he muttered softly: "No way, Your Majesty's decision is unexpected." By the way, you don't know. When Your Majesty found out that you had eaten my food, he came to me the next day and said, 'Don't waste the ingredients from the woodland, go back to the treasury.' Your Majesty is like this, obviously he cares, but he has to pretend to be scolded, for fear that we will find out his care and kindness. ”

Edmund didn't expect that after hearing these words, the counselor, who had returned to normal, would actually start to lose his mind again. After a few calls, the advisor, whose eyes had completely darkened, looked at the improved pattern written, looked up and asked, "What has Your Majesty been busy with these days?" ”

As an adviser to the king, you don't know what your majesty is up to?!

Edmund was full of doubts, but he still told the other party what the Elf King had been repeating for the past few days. When he excitedly said, "Your Majesty said that he would kill Sauron and take us back to the Great Green Forest", Vernor tore the improved pattern he had just written.

"The dwarves are getting too much." Under Edmund's stunned gaze, Vernorr slowly lifted the confetti into the waste bin. "This so-called 'tailor-made' set is simply nothing in terms of functionality other than the superficial being very flashy. In order to ensure the safety of His Majesty during the battle, I have to make a more detailed rectification plan. However, large-scale rectification must be sent back to be completed by professional craftsmen. It will take at least a month to come and go. Will His Majesty disagree? ”