As he approached silently, he spread his arms. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 It wasn't until he was sure that the other party couldn't escape in such a posture that he held himself in front of Vernor. Even though he guessed that Vernoll would be angry because of his later actions, he kissed him without hesitation.

In the very short time before touching the other person's lips, he thought of countless consequences.

But what's the worry? Even if she raised her saber and killed herself, it would only be a short period of pain. The most important thing is that she will miss and feel guilty for my death for the rest of my life. If that's the case, that's not bad!

Gently grasping Vernor's lips, he hurriedly pressed his hands on her shoulders. The elf king, who closed his eyes and enjoyed the sense of happiness, did not forget that his whole body pressed up. In order not to let Vernoer, who was gradually coming to his senses, break free from himself, he hugged each other to death.

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Isild, who was still on the battlefield, immediately issued an order to retreat as soon as he heard the news that the Elven King planned to marry Princess Silvermoon.

Prince Noldor knew very well that as long as the king of the woodland made a statement, both Avari and the kingdom of Linton would happily agree. It's too hard to stop this marriage on your own. Anxiety and worry led Isild to neglect to verify whether to start the marriage process. He was busy thinking, looking for creatures that could help him, and he didn't notice the orcs rushing in front of him.

It wasn't until the orc's sharp blade appeared in front of his chest that Isild sensed the danger. He subconsciously reached out to block, but felt that his ankle was pushed by a force, his whole body lost his balance, and he slid forward several meters away, and the blade that should have been slashed towards his chest quickly slid against the tip of his nose. Before falling to the ground, he turned his head to see Vernor, who was already an advisor to Prince Noldor and had been asked by the High King to wear a special veil. She was retracting her kick forward, making a light turn. The gold-filigree cloak that hung over her shoulders fluttered under her movements, avoiding Isild's gaze. When the cloak fell again, the orc, who had almost attacked Prince Noldor, was already in a different place. The two orcs closest to her had also clutched their legs and fell to the side.

What a beautiful hand!

Isild wanted to appreciate it more closely, but the other party didn't give him another chance. When Vernorr began to use the same combat moves as the other soldiers, Prince Noldor frowned and killed her.

"Maybe you're the only one who can convince him. Isilde stepped back and motioned for Vernor to follow. "Hurry back and follow me to the woodland camp. Leave the rest to the other soldiers. ”

When he got on the horse, Vernoll looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and he couldn't help the anger in his heart.

Does this have to be the way to lure Isild over? Does the Elven King know that this will cause great harm to the innocent Princess of the Silver Moon?

At Isild's orders, she went straight to the king's tent in the woodlands. The tent door was open, and before she could enter, she saw the king's scepter lying across the ornate shelves. When she saw the two soldiers sighing in front of the table beside her, she finally calmed down a little. Walking up to the top of the crown with his finger stretched out, Vernore knew what to do with the freshly picked branches.

Thranduil's self-retribution made her chuckle. Sitting on the chair in front of the table and picking up the branch, she said to the two soldiers: "Take this crown to a place where His Majesty cannot see, and leave the scepter still in its place." Also, let Lord Edmund come over at once!"

Edmund, who had arrived with his attendants, was terrified. He could tell at a glance that the veil on the advisor's face was not invaluable. Although the gold thread is hidden in the black silk thread, the gold thread is the gold thread, and it always reflects the simple light to a colorful effect.

Why didn't I think of such a flashy, low-key veil for my advisors? Edmund began to blame himself. He didn't expect that the first thing the advisor said was: "Pour me a glass of water and soak it in elf rations." ”

Immediately, an attendant took out the elf rations he carried with him and melted them into the water. Tired, hungry and thirsty, Vernoll took it, turned around, lifted the veil, and drank it all. After placing the empty cup on the table, I felt that my vision was much clearer. "Alright, let's get started. ”

Under the command of the woodland advisors, Edmund did a lot of things that seemed strange to him. For example, a broken wooden statue is covered with a thick, soft flannel cloth, a metal tiara is sealed, and a note of the plants that are picked to decorate the headdress in different seasons. When Vernore realized that it was difficult to weave the tiara perfectly with gloves, and that he had almost explained what he had to do, he let them leave.

After untying the veil, Vernorr sped up in his hands. When her eyes were so dry that she finally finished the last process. Tiredness sent her to sleep in an instant, and it wasn't until there was a moist sensation on her lips that she struggled to open her eyes slightly. Exhaustion made her unable to control her body for a while, and even her mind was not particularly clear. All she could see was fan-like black eyelashes, fluttering slightly on the tip of her beautiful nose, so close that she wondered.

Then there is his own lips, which are constantly gently held and then released. Then her limbs were rigidly fixed to the chair, which was ......

It's a forced kiss! And it's a kiss that you can't avoid as a nightmare!

The great anger made her eyes widen, and she began to struggle violently, but as soon as she struggled, she was clung to death. After discovering that Thranduil had no intention of letting go of himself at all, and directly ignored the fact that the more he kissed, Vernoll took a breath, jerked his head sideways, and stretched out his toes to hook the other man's legs.

In the time when the other party did not react at all, Vernorr hooked his toes hard, his hands were stretched outward, and his writhing body slipped out of his embrace with the help of the power of his feet. As she broke away from the other, she deliberately threw her hand in Thrandil's face.

That alone wasn't enough to quell her anger. When Thrandier, who had reacted, turned to face him, Vernor reached out and gave him another hard slap.

"It seems that I have been too indulgent with you, which has made you more and more presumptuous!" Vernor turned her back and did not want to look at the Elven King again, she tried to slow her heartbeat, but her tone was slightly more stern. "Look at what you've done, like a worthy king? Do you know how much damage it will do to use Princess Silvermoon to achieve her own desires? What are you doing when the Confederates are still fighting the enemy on the battlefield? Do you really think that you are a king, and you can ignore the feelings of all living beings for the sake of your own joys and sorrows? You are so disappointed in me. ”