In the 86th year of the Third Era, the mayors of Changhe and Hegu followed their attendants into the woodland palace. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Unlike previous encounters, this time they were not taken to the spacious and bright reception hall, but to some remote room in the palace.

With all the small windows covered by curtains, the Elven King walked in, accompanied by two attendants.

He walked to the chair in the corner and sat down, and after taking another sip of the wine handed by the attendant, he coughed and asked, "Say it." What is there to arbitrate this time?"

The tone is very hoarse, and there is a sense of tiredness in the tone. If it weren't for being in the Woodland King's Palace, the attendants accompanying him were also familiar creatures who had met several times, and the two mayors even suspected that the creatures in front of them were not the Elf King.

For decades, the Elven King has appeared in front of all living beings with vigor and vigor. His drive and awe-inspiring made it possible for the Gang Daba Mountains to never pose a threat to the eastern part of Zhongzhou, and for the two human towns to the east of the woodland to share enough peace. Even after a full night of patrolling, there was no tiredness in his blue eyes, and he was still transparent and resolute. His exquisite appearance has never been touched by the vicissitudes of time in the past hundred years, although most of the time there is a sense of indifference and indescribable cold arrogance on his dazzling cheeks.

Noble and fair, handsome and resolute, he is the elven king known to the two human mayors. So, who is the creature sitting in front of him at this time, exuding vicissitudes and difficulties all over his body?

In the dim light, the two mayors couldn't see the Elven King's face. The two young mayors, who were still making a fuss before entering the woodland, glanced at each other, but did not dare to answer for a moment.

The arbitration with no end in sight already displeased Thrandier, and without getting a response, he forced himself to stand up and shouted: "Get out!"

The two mayors who were in a cold sweat hurriedly took this opportunity to salute and say goodbye. After stepping onto the avenue in the palace, they exchanged words in a low voice while wiping their sweat. It was the mayor of the valley who took advantage of the closer terrain to get the information earlier than the town of Changhe and found the possible reason for it earlier. He leaned into the ear of the mayor of Changhe, who was regarded as an enemy an hour ago, and said meaningfully: "Did you hear the wailing sound of the horn blowing on the horn of the lonely mountain this morning?"

"You mean, that trumpet sound represents mourning?" "The mayor of Changhe Town was shocked, and lowered his mouth and whispered, "No wonder King Thranduil ......"

The relationship between the two kings has been as good as brothers in the past few decades, and they have met many times to patrol Gangdaba Mountain, not to mention, and often walk around each other. The mayors of the neighboring two countries naturally knew that the two kings went to each other's countries as casually as if they were at their own home. Now, one is dead, but the other has not even changed its appearance. Isn't the elf king, who has eternal life and can't even touch the years, just watch his good brother leave him?

"Watching a brother of another race die is a sad feeling even for an indifferent elf. Raising his eyebrows rather proudly, the mayor of River Valley, who was no more than thirty years old, rejoiced: "Fortunately, we slipped away quickly just now. ”

"Not really, or else it would have been a bad time for King Thrandil. After his doubts were resolved, Mayor Changhe distanced himself from the people around him. He said solemnly: "However, I am not done with you about this matter." When King Thranduil's grief is over, I will come back to him for arbitration. ”

"Do you think I'm going to settle with you?" I wish I had settled sooner!" the mayor of Riverdale, who snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and scolded in front of a dozen elven attendants leading the way in front of him, "Don't rely on your ancestors to help the woodland cross the river, and let King Thranduil help you." Obviously, I have more reason in this matter, King Thranduil has always been fair, can you benefit from arbitration? Or think about how to deal with the punishment of the Elf King after the arbitration is wrong. ”

This guy has come to move out of his ancestors again!

Mayor Changhe, who didn't feel that he was unreasonable, wanted to give the other party a punch, but this was the Woodland Palace, and he didn't dare to act here because of the might of the Elf King. What is the difference between a real quarrel and those people in the market? What's more, arguing in the palace of the elven king, the bad-tempered king should be displeased.

The mayor of Changhe, who blushed, finally flicked his sleeves and walked towards the exit of the palace angrily. In the flowery aisle, Dewen, who had been wiping his sweat, passed by them.

Dewen, who has always been courteous to foreign guests, just nodded slightly to the two mayors, and never even slowed down. It wasn't until he couldn't see the two mayors that he whispered to Edmond who was closest to him, "Are you sure it's sad?"

"Yes. I didn't even drink a few sips of wine after I came back last night, and when I was dining this morning, the wood elves who were afraid to wait and see that something was wrong, let the attendants go over in advance. But even so, he chewed the bite of food he ate at breakfast for half an hour without swallowing it. His Majesty also did not allow the company to communicate with him, and drove the attendants out when he entered the dormitory. The more he spoke, the more he choked up, Edmund's eyes turned red, and despite the fact that there were dozens of adult attendants by his side, he shook his hands and said hurriedly: "What can I do! What can I do about this?"

Elves can be sad or small. In case the news of His Majesty's incompetence spreads, and another king has died on the side of Gushan, Gangdaba Mountain will not be able to wait for the opportunity to move......

"Your Majesty's sadness must not be spread to the outside world! Holding back the worries in his heart, Dewen gave a solemn order.

"Elves will have the first time to see the death of an alien race, and Your Majesty must be no exception. Anyway, all elves can get out of this sadness, but the difference in the length of time is just a difference, and Your Majesty will only be in danger. ”

Although he pretended to be unusually calm when he said this, Dewen's heart was in turmoil.

It is true that most elves can get out of the sadness of facing the death of a foreign friend for the first time, but there is no time for more than a year to get out? Other elves have time to slowly comfort, but the king who bears the burden of a country does not have this time. Not to mention how many state affairs are waiting to be dealt with in the huge forest, it is not enough to have an elven king in diplomacy alone. In the morning, the Second Town of Humanity had just sought arbitration, and the funeral of King Nader of Gushan was also close at hand. As is customary for dwarves, a week later should be followed by a solemn funeral, followed by the succession of the new dwarven king. As Gushan's current close alien ally, the Elven King's lack of involvement is easy to arouse suspicion. Mt. Gondaba, where the enemy is hidden, and the kingdom of Angmar, which has been beaten hard by the elven king every three years for decades, will not be ready to move?

Even if it's only a few months since the last beating, there are more than two years when you don't have to patrol in person. But the Elven King did not attend King Nader's funeral, how can it be justified with the friendship between these two kings for decades?