After the huge scissors cut through the tattered robes, Elrond finally knew why Thranduil had sent all the attendants out of the camp. www.biquge.info The jade leg in front of him was covered with bruises, old and new, and there was really no beauty in his eyes. However, as a wise man, he usually has extraordinary powers of observation. He watched lightly as the purple-red, blue-purple skin emitted a faint, almost imperceptible white light—it wasn't the body of a Sylvan elf.

No matter what kind of bad environment a wise person finds himself, he can always find something that makes him happy, so as to relieve his sorrow and be optimistic. Vernor's wisdom comes from a wealth of life experiences, and the world-famous wise man Elrond has innate wisdom.

Interesting! Elrond glanced quickly at the silver visor, which was almost certain to have blonde hair hidden in the helmet on top of it. To suppress his excitement at discovering the secret, he coughed and pretended to look closely at the wound. In the process, he kept holding back a smile. Out of the corner of his eye, he told that at the moment when his robe was cut, the Woodland Prince, oh no, now the Woodland King's wary and wary gaze had been falling on him.

You shouldn't have done this to me. Elrond silently cried out for himself. I helped you figure out how to reasonably avoid all problems in such a short period of time and have that blonde hair, and you should thank me. (Elrond is absolutely superb, and you can see that Vernorr is still holy and can be matched with a touch of it) or not, when you can't wait, let the elf first beauty come to you. He frowned, retracted his usual smile, and commanded with the attitude of a professional doctor.

"It's okay. Tie the wound tightly to prevent the fluid from spreading. As for the venom that has seeped into the depths, I'll do it later. After fixing the broken bone with a hard object, he deliberately patted it lightly on the leg with a playful mentality, "If you can't remove it completely, the worst plan is that this leg will lose sensation in humid weather." Possibly, there will be pain. ”

There was a moment of silence in the tent. When Elrond was about to give a more detailed explanation of the doctor's instructions, Thranduil, who had always been unkind, spoke up. "When is the next dressing change?"

"Let's take a look at the situation tomorrow. I also don't know how effective the medicine will be this time. ”

"Then you can come back tomorrow." Thranduil swept the medicines and utensils on the table straight into the medical box, closed the lid heavily, and shoved the medical box into Elrond's arms. "I'm busy, so I won't send you."

As a healer, Elrond was unceremoniously kicked out for the first time. "Is it true that behind every patient, there will be a family member who is unreasonable and shy about the disease?" He stood in front of the king's tent with a long sigh and shook his head.

The silence in the tent did not ease Thrandil's inner melancholy. He had a lot to say and a lot of questions to ask. But what he wants to know most now is what Vernault thinks about attacking the Black Gate.

I opened my mouth a few times, but I stopped. Thranduil didn't understand what was wrong with her. Is it because Vernorr is his last hope? Once she also said something against it, she would be completely alone? He unconsciously clasped his hands in front of his chest and said to Vernor, who had been silent and only cared about fiddling with the branches, "I want to attack the Black Gate." Where is the father......

Thranduil was ready to be questioned. In the past few days, whenever he has made this proposal, he has been greeted with words of opposition. Advice from the forest elves, doubts from the other elves, opposition from the leaders of the final alliance. If Vernor objected, Thranduil thought there was at least a chance to convince her. She wouldn't look at herself with strange eyes like any other living being, and then walk away.

He was mentally prepared and waited quietly for Vernor's answer.

Against all odds. He didn't hear the most objections in the past few days, and he didn't see the stunned expression. It was a question that seemed to Vernoll as if it were just an invitation to a banquet. Putting down the branch in her hand, she smiled at Thranduil, "That's a good idea." ”

At this moment, Thranduil was even a little angry. He thought that Vernore still only regarded himself as a child, and she was coaxing the child to play. But he soon rejoiced—the latter, with a series of actions that followed, made it clear that she was facing the problem squarely.

"We needed a perfect plan. Belch...... I don't know what the Black Gate looks like and where is the map? Her eyes swept blankly over the maps hanging on the wall, and she looked at Thranduil as if pleading. How many enemies are there? What weapons do they use, or what strategies will they use? ……”

Vernore kept muttering, supporting his body with his hands, and slowly moved towards the bed. As she was about to move her unconscious right leg off the bed, she realized that Thranduil had walked to the bedside without knowing when. Thranduil, who was still clasping his hands around his chest just now, opened his arms to her, this is to support himself?

She moved her body back into the bed and gestured to the map. "I'm really not physically strong, can I ask Your Majesty to bring me the map?"

Thranduil withdrew his hand slightly embarrassed and walked towards the map.

Of course, Vernorr would not treat the current king of the woodlands as a child. She believed that the delay in the delivery of supplies in the royal city had caused a tragedy, so she felt extremely guilty about Thranduil. And once here, the atmosphere is a little weird. Vernorr was an ordinary Sindar elf, with no ability to predict or perceive, and she only learned a few things through official documents - the death of the king, and the undercurrent of the alliance army. As for whether to attack Kuromon, she has no military judgment.

Leave it all to the King of the Woodlands. She looked at Thrandil, who was sitting on the sidelines and meditating, and began to fiddle with the branches brought by the Great Green Forest.

I don't know how long it took, but Thranduil looked up and looked into the distance, as if he was talking to himself, as if to say to her, "Now this is the case...... It's all in vain to go. ”

Once again, it turns out that certain gifts of kings are innate. When you try to stop the king from doing something, it will only have the opposite effect. When you allow the kings to sit quietly and analyze the pros and cons, they themselves will convince themselves. The King of the Woodlands is officially back!

Vernor applauded in his heart, but his tone was unusually calm. "Why can't you go?"