Oss staggered, and involuntarily raised his right hand and touched the tip of his nose. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He wanted to refuse, but seeing Ilara's smug expression, he couldn't say anything about refusal. Only then did he understand that it was no wonder that his godfather would joke in advance that he could use force to beat Stratholme......

"Marriage is not a big deal, is the dignified king of dwarves still afraid of this?"

"Of course not, Irala......," said Oss speechlessly, "I'm only sixteen years old, and if that's too much of a hurry, maybe wait until I get back from the south." What's more, Ilara, I never thought that marrying someone I didn't know would happen to me. ”

"Actually, the war is not optimistic, and what I said at the banquet was just a scene to boost morale." Baron Rivendell said as he led Oss to the dining room, "Heiko and I originally meant to let you stay at home and get married and have children, because Heiko understands that it is not up to him to decide when he will return. And now it's the same for you, although the time is rushed, but it is enough for you to get married. ”

"No, Ilara! Although this war is difficult and the orcs are strong, the coalition of Azeroth will surely win within three years! ”

Baron Rivendell was stunned, then stopped and looked at Oss solemnly and in amazement. And in his eyes, there was a look of inquiry.

"As you said earlier, Sir Lothar's appeal is undoubted, and the Seven Kingdoms of the Terran Race will form the most powerful army ever formed! Not only that, but the dwarves and gnomes have already joined the war, and they will stop the orcs from moving north, buying time for the coalition forces. And Queldore, as well as the dragons, will surely help! ”

"That doesn't seem right, Os, the dwarves and gnomes may not do their best to help us stop the orcs. As long as they hide in the mountains, I'm afraid the orcs won't be able to help them. And those damned elves, they rejected the invitation from His Majesty Terenus to the Alliance! As for the dragon you're talking about, that's even more of a no-brainer. ”

"No, Ilara, my brothers know the importance of keeping the orcs from heading north! Before I left, preparations were made for this war, and defensive arrangements were made at Rockmordan. As for Queldore, between them and the current orcs, it can be said that they are not dying! Because in Quel'Thalas, there is also one of the targets of the orcs, but now Queldore does not know the origin of the orcs. And the guardian dragons, as the guardians of Azeroth, are always keeping an eye on the battle situation, but for various reasons, they have not been able to make a move for the time being. ”

"Stop, stop, stop!" The amount of information was so great that Baron Rivendell stopped screaming several times. He stood still, pondering what he had said.

But it is clear that, without the support of intelligence, Baron Rivendell does not fully understand and agree with what Oss said. Throughout the morning, Oss spoke to the Godfather in detail about the orc race and the reasons for their invasion of Azeroth.

When Oss analyzed the war from all aspects, and talked about the preparations and deployments he had made in advance in the dwarven kingdom. Baron Rivendell's expression changed suddenly, relaxed and pleasant, as chic and natural as the night before at the banquet.

"Ilara, what are you?"

Baron Rivendell sat in a comfortable chair and shook a bell as he said, "Nothing, just don't worry anymore, that's all." I'll write a copy of the orc's information and send it to Lordaeron later. Coupled with you, the son of the mountains, and with the help of dwarves, gnomes, and dragons, even if those arrogant and long-eared don't participate in the alliance, we will win! ”

“……”

"What are you going to do about your identity?"

Oss had already thought about this, and replied directly: "There is a huge difference between the gods descending from the earth and the normal, and no one will associate a human being with the children of the mountains. In the Terran kingdom, I am just the son of an ordinary lord. ”

Baron Rivendell thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "That's fine, after all, your first appearance was three hundred years ago!" The Tolbaine family has a detailed record of this matter. However, little Os, you are not ordinary, and I don't know how many women in the kingdom want to marry you and be Mrs. Garissus! Hahaha! ”

Oss was shocked by the first half of what the godfather said, and automatically ignored the second half: "Ilara, you...... You know it all? ”

"Your honesty with your family, and your grief with your teachers, have made you show your flaws. So a lot of things are no longer hard to imagine, and they make sense. Although I was shocked by the truth, I was not used to my little Oss. ”

"Ilara, thank you......"

Baron Rivendell waved his hand and interrupted: "This is the only one, your change of vision and concept really makes me 'sad' at a loss! Ha ha! ”

“……”

When Baron Rivendell rang the bell for the second time, the waiters began to appear with plates of delicacies. And after finishing the business, at the dinner table, Oss inevitably began to face the godfather's "urging marriage". Before urging the marriage, Baron Rivendell suddenly took out a whip and stood up and walked behind Oss.

Oss asked inexplicably, "Ilara, what are you?" ”

"Help you brush up on your homework." Baron Rivendell stood upright, and even though it was only Oss present, his demeanor was equally meticulous, "I guess you're just a vulgar short...... Dwarves, staying together for a long time makes you forget the nobility and elegance that you should have as a nobleman. ”

"Uh...... But what is noble should be character, isn't it? And, Irala, to judge dwarves with vulgarity, this is impolite, it is spontaneous and direct. ”

"Maybe, but I'm just telling the truth. If the dwarves could listen to advice, they would have gotten rid of their drunken habits a long time ago. Especially those who are drunk and misbehaved, such as playing drunk, yelling at the top of their lungs, or blowing their snoring loudly! ”

“……”

"Teach a dwarven king to revisit etiquette, tsk, this sense of experience, full marks!" Baron Rivendell smiled and said, "Now, little Os, let's get started." ”

"Smack!" There was a sound on the ground, and Oss only made the first movement, and was gently slapped on the shoulder by the godfather holding the whip.

"I'm glad you remember to raise your glass before your meal, but you're ...... Vulgar, bulky! ”

Baron Rivendell then gave a detailed explanation of the correct mannerisms and motions, and let Oss start again. And this time, apparently Oss did the right thing and was complimented: "Yes, yes! Hold, hold, gentle, gently rocking counterclockwise. That's it, beautifully done. ”

Oss persuaded loudly: "Ilala, when I have a chance to do this kind of thing in the future, I will learn from you again." At the moment, I have a lot of things to ask you. ”

"But I'm very unhappy with your behavior, and I don't want to talk to you. Little Os, what can you do when you meet a nobleman like me? Rely on force, forcibly persecuted? ”

Oss felt helpless from the bottom of his heart, and could only continue to do what his godfather asked.

Once again, Baron Rivendell was unsparing in his praise, "You are a natural nobleman, and you look very elegant. To continue, place the muzzle of the cup on the tip of your nose and sniff gently. It is important to remember that when a guest raises a glass to the host, he does not really want to drink wine, but he shows his respect and self-esteem. And the most elegant embodiment of this is this slight sniff! Ha, Os, time flies, I told you this sentence ten years ago. ”

As he spoke, a tear appeared in the corner of Baron Rivendell's eyes, but it was erased in an instant. And Oss fulfilled the godfather's request, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and casually put down the goblet in his hand.

"Smack!" But Osdi's move was immediately exchanged for a light blow to the shoulder.

"Os, I know why you're breathing a sigh of relief. However, when you attend a banquet or feast hosted by another family, and you make a discordant sound like this, you lose the dignity of the two families, Garithar and Rivendell. But even more rude, it's your next move! You make a noise when you put down your glass, no matter how slight it is! ”

"I'm just casual, Ilara, I'm in Stratholme......"

"But I don't think so." Baron Rivendell said, raising his whip and giving Oss another blow to the shoulder, "You're right, you're just being too casual. And such casual actions will be interpreted by the owner as your contempt and resentment towards him. ”

“……”

A lunch, eaten Oss tortured.

From the first action to the last action, Oss was almost reprimanded by the godfather. And after this meal, Oss suddenly had the urge not to eat with his godfather again. But this thought was only a thought, and it was fleeting.

In the afternoon, in the living room, which had been restored and even more ornately decorated, Oss and the Godfather sat opposite each other. And in order to prevent the godfather from mentioning the marriage, Oss took the initiative to inquire about the affairs of the envoys.

"Humph!" Baron Rivendell snorted heavily, and as soon as Oss asked, he instantly became angry, "According to my meaning, why go north to ask for help!" ”

"What the hell is going on?" After just one day together, it was already obvious to Oss that his godfather's stance towards other races did not seem to be friendly.

"What's going on?! Hum! His Majesty Terenus sent out an invitation to the Alliance, but the long ear of the Sunstrider family only replied with one sentence! ”

"What?"

"Let the descendants of Soradin come!"

Baron Rivendell said this, and kept silent, but his face was visibly displeased, and his chest was filled with anger. Oss frowned, contemplating the whole thing.

"Then this mission to Silvermoon City, is it Sir Lothar himself?"

"Joke! Whatever the long ears say, we will listen to it, and where will the face of the human race! Baron Rivendell said contemptuously, "So this time, Sir Lothar must not go, and neither will the kings!" The titular ambassador of the legation is His Highness Alsace! But His Highness is too young, and he is only seven years old this year. Archbishop Fao is still preparing for the Knights of the Silver Hand, and has no time to clone. And because he could not find you, the son of the mountains, he had to contact the dwarves by Uther. As for Saidan, his character is too bad to be an envoy at all. So the real person who went to Silvermoon City this time was Tirio! ”

p.s. The second more is sent to thank you for your support. Today's rest, Shanghai thunderstorm and heavy rain, after the morning haircut, I held back in the dormitory codeword. And the next chapter, it's probably next week. Did any friends guess the protagonist's fiancée? In addition, the protagonist is about to meet with Alsace.