"That's right. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" After the high-five, Thranduil's expression darkened again, as if he was talking to himself. But she seemed to have just glanced at the jewels. Let her pick the ring and don't pick it, it doesn't seem to like it very much. What else does she like? Half-orc...... She also killed the orc herself, so it seems that she didn't bring it here because she liked it. ”

"Maybe every female elf likes something different, but there's one thing they absolutely like." Isild reached out and patted Thranduil on the shoulder, as he had done when they first met last year. "Flowers, fresh flowers. There is no female elf who does not like flowers. If you don't tell them beforehand, and give them it suddenly, they will be gentle for a longer time. ”

That's right. Vernor's name is flowers, and it is impossible for her not to like them. He subconsciously looked outside the tent, and his heart was cold again. "But now it's winter, where can I find fresh and beautiful flowers?"

"Isn't it, Thrandil, are you really the Elven King in the mouth of the living beings?" Isild, who hated iron but not steel, shook his fork in front of Thrandier's eyes. "The whole Great Green Forest is yours. You say you want fresh flowers, and even if your henchmen can't find them, the forest will find a way to grow flowers for you in the winter. ”

A word wakes up the dreamer. Thranduil once again sensed the benefits of royal power, and returned the salute to Isilde with an intimate pat on the shoulder.

When Vernor came in with two plates of the finest barbecue, he saw an elven prince and the king of the forest talking to each other. It didn't seem to be as bad as he thought, at least he knew that an elf who was so kind to Isild should be kind enough.

Satisfied with his mouth, stomach, and heart, Isilde triumphantly returned to the Noldor tent. It was late at night, but he still rushed to his father's tent, holding the notes in his hand and dancing. "Father, look. Thranduil made it clear to me the expulsion of the Black Gate. I will be able to follow this in the future. ”

Exhausted, Gilgalad glared at him and rolled over on the bed.

"Father. Didn't you tell me to learn something from him? Ihilde walked around to the other side of the bed and continued to wave the notes in his hand. It's a clever tactic. Don't you want to take a look? ”

"That's enough, Isilde." Gilgalad sat up from the bed, and when he saw his son's expression, he suppressed his anger again. "My son, you are so innocent that I am worried."

He took the note handed by Isild and put it aside, and said patiently, "Thranduil is known as a 'cunning soldier'. Do you know what this word stands for? This means that his tactics can be told to any creature after the war is over, as his original tactics can only be used once. Whether it's the Orc Barrier or the Black Gate Expulsion, he skillfully exploits all available resources to attack the enemy's loopholes. Leak! Will the enemy keep the loophole there? If you have tricked the enemy once, can you trap them twice? Thranduil not only won beautifully, but also defeated our army, and the frustrated enemy will become stronger. In the end, the alliance could not and did not dare to call him to participate in the front-line battles, lest he only care about his own victory and ignore the difficulties of the later fighters. ”

Seeing the light in Isilde's eyes slowly dimming, Gilgalad finally couldn't bear it. patted his son lightly on the shoulder and said softly: "Of course, this kind of learning attitude is very good, but the direction is wrong." You should learn more from his thinking, and find a way to exploit the enemy's flaws one step ahead of other creatures. ”

Do not be tainted with his wickedness. When evil is attached to a powerful force, the tragedy of more than 20,000 elves losing their eternal life is just around the corner.

The team of forest elves who set off on a secret mission staggered past Vernor. The latter did not notice that they were riding the few dozen horses left in the Woodland Kingdom, and instead stepped into Dewen's tent. Her arrival caused the people in the tent to quickly get up as a sign of respect, but she prevented them from saluting.

Looking at the finest steaks and fine red wine on each official's plate, she shook her head and asked, "Lord Dewen, hasn't Your Majesty mentioned the gift of materials until now?" ”

"Nope." Devon shook his head helplessly, and poured her a glass of fine red wine with his hand with a huge jeweled ring. "We've been trying to talk to you about this, but we haven't seen you near the king's tent for the past few days."

"I've been spending the next few days with my children who have lost their parents." Seeing that each of the officials was wearing fine jewelry, she pushed away some of the wine in front of her. "I thought only the poor kids got the best life, but I didn't expect ......"

Dewen embarrassedly covered the jeweled ring on his finger, looked at her almost white-washed robe, and while suggesting to the squire to fetch the advisor's new robes, he muttered, "Maybe all the forest elves except you have gold ornaments or jewels on them." This is the will of His Majesty, and no elf dares not to obey. Your Majesty won't care if we like it or not. ”

Oh, yes. What other country than woodlands is rich enough in times of war to host a daily drinking party, a meal of fine steaks, and all subjects to bring valuable accessories? Even the archers who were in charge of the second-line rotation battles received more than 4 jeweled chest ornaments each. It's not just glaring to think of the bejeweled woodland archers in the midst of the devastated Allied army, and to think of the wine pond meat forest falling into the eyes of soldiers in other countries who can only roast berries every day.

"A few days ago, His Majesty also ordered that the food in the woodland should not be wasted." Dewen came to a conclusion, "Your Majesty seems to want more than just the best possible life for your subjects.

Of course he wasn't! He wanted to show off his wealth to the point that some creatures were uncomfortable. The current prestige of the Elven King, even if the camp is covered with gems, no living creature dares to covet the woodland. This only made him more unscrupulous in showing off his wealth, and he didn't need to worry about whether it would attract the condemnation of his allies. It's just that the weapons of the Black Gate are really so rich? Rich enough to make the Woodland Kingdom richer than it was before the war?

"There are 500,000 enemies stationed at the Black Gate! The supplies were allocated according to the use of 800,000 soldiers. Devin told the soldier to lift the robe to Vernor's eyes, half-squinting so as not to be blinded by the jewels. There are also 20 huge forge furnaces used to craft strong orcs. Ten forging furnaces are probably enough to empty the dwarf queen's private cabinet. ”