One hundred and forty-one, it is not the end of the game
A thousand years later, Serdan, the "Grey Harbor Ship King", who was tired of the partisan struggle of Linton officials, handed over the Elven history to Elrond management. The day after the pen ~ fun ~ www.biquge.info received the elven history, Elrond did not modify all the content of the "Last Alliance" campaign after thinking about it for a long time, but only added a paragraph at the end:
In the final battle of the Alliance, which took place at the end of the Second Age, the Elves of Sylvan of the Great Green Forest fought in the Battle of Dagoras and the siege of Barado. They suffered heavy losses in the war, losing two-thirds of their forces. Thranduil led the remnants back to the Greenleaf Forest, enough for a group of 2,000 orcs to dare not attack them. (Note 1.)
That's all I can do to give you a fair account. Stroking the woodland military flag that had been properly preserved, Elrond looked in the direction of the woodland and said silently: Let the creatures who are good at finding find clues through this passage, and after careful verification, restore a cunning soldier for all unsuspecting creatures, and you who shine on the battlefield.
Over the next few thousand years, Elrond has repeatedly added to the Elves and added detailed descriptions of the "Last Alliance" campaign. However, considering that there were obvious clues left, he did not add too many records about the Elven King in the battle. Only in the records of the later wars hints at a war that took place near the Great Green Forest, the enemy never dared to bring the flames of war into the woodlands. And Isilde, the only son of the High King, disappeared forever from the history of elves at the insistence of the Noldor elves. Of course, that's all for later.
Three hours after Elrond's departure, the Elven King, who had only rested for two hours, also put on his armor with the help of his advisors. In order to rectify the long-abandoned royal city as soon as possible, so that the children and pregnant elves can return to the city as soon as possible, he will lead a total of 3,000 troops composed of the craftsman department and the cultivation department today, the first batch to return to the royal city.
"As you ordered, the military flag was planted on the periphery of the camp. While carefully arranging the cloak for the elven king, Vernoll seized the last opportunity to remind: "When you get to the royal city, rest first." It's better to leave it to Lord Edmund in advance. All the Wood Elves are worried about you. ”
When will I be able to get you to say, "I'm worried about you?" Thranduil sighed silently and tilted his head slightly, "The military affairs have been handed over to Eroth. If you don't like war, don't worry about it, help me take care of the pregnant elves and the children. Suppressing the urge to hold the other's hands, the Elven King whispered softly to the woodland advisor who had arranged his cloak and exited a few steps away, "Wait for me to pick you up." ”
Despite the officials' strong dissuasion, the Elven King led three thousand wood elves who had no combat skills and only carried various tools out of the woodland barracks. In order to make the "Empty City Plan" more thorough, before embarking on the way back, he led the team to swagger to the enemy's fortress.
Although the sturdy door was enough to dampen the screams, the orcs who had lost their leader were afraid of alarming the Elven King, and still suppressed the sounds of fear. When they were terrified and turned outward through the small holes in the wall, intending to choose whether to abandon the fortress and flee according to the Elven King's behavior, they saw the Elven King, dressed in floor-length robes, gracefully turn over and dismount from the deer, and plant a flagpole in front of the fortress with the flag of the woodland fluttering.
"Back to the city. The terrible Elven King let out a roar of rage and turned away, which also made the orcs breathe a sigh of relief.
"The Elf King is gone, can we go to the woodland barracks to take revenge?"
"Call you stupid and don't believe it!" a tall orc, who was quite old and relatively famous, stomped his foot. "You really believe the elf king when he says to leave? Can you deceive the strong orcs to drive away our elf king, can you guess it? If you don't want to die, stay honestly and don't go out!"
Whatever the orcs thought, the woodland barracks, with only three thousand archers and a third of the total number of infants, waited for their king in the tent with the flags of the woodlands.
The wind and dust along the way did not affect the arrogance and elegance of the elf king. He lowered his chin slightly and nodded to the wood elves who greeted him, and after turning around and entering the king's tent, the elf king's face immediately collapsed.
"It's worse than you think!" Thranduil said, shaking his head as he looked at the advisor, whose eyes were still blank. "Ever since the Lone Mountain Dwarves withdrew six years ago due to the decline in the number of forging trades and the suspension of their lease agreements, the Great Green Forest has been ownerless. I don't know how many sweepers there have been in the past six years, maybe the dwarves took a lot of wealth with them when they left. They knew I couldn't send the elves back to take them in. Both the Green Forest River and the Rushing River were blocked by falling rocks, and when I came, Dewen was still communicating with elves. There is no water available in the royal city now, so he can only send elves to fetch water every day. There are also buildings in the royal city, and there are not many intact ones......"
"Let the wood elves return to the city to reunite with their relatives. Smiling at Thrandil, Vernor put on his silver mask. "It doesn't matter what becomes of the royal city. As long as you are there, as long as the wood elves are there, you can always solve it slowly. ”
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In the spring of the first year of the Third Age, the dwarven craftsman walked into the Elven King's council with his head bowed and a silver-white helmet.
Because of the neighboring countries, every dwarf has heard of the woodland kingdom at some point. The dwarve, who had to come and deliver his armor after a crushing defeat in the game, had heard of how gorgeous the Woodland Council was. According to the information he was told, the ceiling was inlaid with jewels of various colors, and even the window frames were decorated with precious metals in the shape of branches and leaves. When he was full of anticipation and wanted to take advantage of the waiting process to appreciate the magnificence of the woodland, he only saw the ceiling that was smashed so pitted that he couldn't even see the painted patterns. Legend has it that the window frames decorated with precious metals are not only absent, but even several pieces of glass on the windows have been cracked. From time to time, the cold wind of early spring blew into the council hall through the holes in the glass, gently turning the piled high piles of paper on the desk.
That is, the elves who are not so sensitive to the perception of cold can stay in this dilapidated hall for a long time.
The dwarven craftsman stomped his foot slightly, and silently let out a disdainful voice in his heart: Legends are just legends. This kind of broken place is better than even the humblest slavery in the dwarf country. I really don't know how far the elven king, who made a windfall in the battle of the "Last Alliance", can endure to deal with state affairs in such a broken place for two months.
"All the towns on the Green Forest Road (Note 2) must be repaired before the original inhabitants are returned, and then Edmund must immediately rush to repair the large town near the east entrance with the craftsmen he has hired. As for the ratio of supplies and soldiers in each town, I'll call you when I think about it. After explaining to Devin how to handle the official letters in his hand, Thranduil rose from his chair and glanced past the letters piled up to his chest at the dwarven craftsmen who were looking around. "Didn't the armor have been delivered a month earlier? ”