Chapter 972: Thranduil (Page 1/1)

Time seems to be forbidden, the sound of tragic fighting also stops, and the noisy battlefield is like an oil painting, as if time has completely disappeared here. There are all kinds of beings, and you can easily see them at this moment.

When the elves and humans were fighting, the hideous and terrifying faces, the panicked eyes and facial expressions of the humans who fled in a panic...... and, Elrond's frightened and angry look.

Everything was accompanied by the sword held high, and the moment it fell, it moved in an instant!

Sou!

An arrow followed, striking quickly and accurately at the falling blade. The force and impact of the sword deflected the blade that should have landed on Galadriel's head, and it only slashed hard into the dirt of Roslorian. This relieved Elrond, who had been rushing in, but ......

The black-robed man missed the blow and raised his sword again, intending to slash at Galadriel. However, at this moment, three more arrows flew quickly, one shot at the blade, one shot at the shoulder of the black-robed man, and one went straight to the black-robed man's pitch-black visor.

"Who is it?"

The black-robed man quickly waved the sword in his hand, swept away the attacking arrows one by one, and lifted the flying beast under his crotch into the air. His hoarse, deep voice echoed in Roslorian. Elrond, Kellerbon, and the elves and humans, each looking at each other into the depths of the forest. With a slight trembling sound of the earth, the pursuer and the pursued looked at each other into the depths of the forest, and then they saw a mighty stag rush out of the forest, followed by well-armed elven cavalry!

As the elven cavalry rushed out of the forest, they began to show off their otherworldly riding and archery skills on the backs of their respective horses! A dense rain of arrows flew out and landed in the dense human group, and as the howls rang out one after another, the human beings who had been standing still began a new escape again. On the contrary, the elves in the battlefield cheered.

A huge and mighty stag galloped on the land of Roslorian, and on the back of the stag sat a man, with a close-fitting light metal light armor, a black cloak with a delicate pattern on his back fluttering in the wind, unruly silver hair, and a beautifully crafted elven blade in his right hand! He sat upright on the back of the stag, and the blade in his hand slashed at the flying beast that hovered in mid-air.

"Thranduil!"

The black-robed man sitting on top of the flying beast used the pitch-black sword in his hand to block the elven blade that slashed at his mount, and his pitch-black face looked at the heroic lord of the woodland kingdom, Thrandui.

The latter responded, his sapphire-like eyes staring at the black-robed man who had been raised again, "Sauron's lackeys have also appeared, and Sauron seems to be restless again. ”

"Hehehe..." A burst of heart-wrenching laughter came, and the black-robed man said: "This matter is not over yet, the era of elves has long ended." Your existence is like a group of ghosts wandering alone in Middle-earth. To continue to stay is nothing more than to let many elves lose their lives, and the time of our lord will soon come. Whether it's elves, humans, or dwarves, there's no stopping it! After he said these words, he urged the flying beast under his crotch to rise into the air! Thrandui looked at his departing back fixedly, without saying a word, and only paid a slight attention to Galadriel, who was out of strength on the side, and then urged the buck under his crotch, leading the elite cavalry from the woodland kingdom into the human army formation, and rushed to kill!

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"I didn't expect you to come to the rescue of Roslorian!" After the battle, both the warriors of Roslorian and the cavalry from the Woodlands gathered again in Roslorian, as did the last elven commanders who remained in Middle-earth. During the crisis of Roslorian, Galadriel was the first to reach the Woodland Kingdom for help, but was refused. Therefore, when he saw that the person who had twice rescued him and sent troops to save Rothlorian was Thranduil, Galadriel could not help but be surprised, even if he was mentally prepared.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't send troops this time for Roslorian, but I don't want to bear the infamy of not saving you when you die!" Thrandu-Ian nodded and argued, "Inininville is the ancestor and leader of our people, and I don't want to do something to disgrace him. I have never forgotten what Noldor did to our people, and it is not just this one thing that can eliminate the grievances between you and me! ”

"Thranduil, that matter ......" Celepon listened to what Thranduil said, and he had the heart to argue, but he was stopped by Galadriel, who only listened to the gentle Princess Noldor and said: "The scandal of the murder of relatives has always been a stain and shame that will not be washed away. It cannot be tampered with by history, nor can it be forgotten, for it is something that has been passed down among the clan and known to all, and Vera has witnessed and cursed it. I know that no matter what, I can't wash away this painful past, because it was made by the Noldor, although ...... Forget it, I'm willing to pay any price to atone for Sinda's death in the carnage of my relatives! ”

"Huh, atonement?" Thrandui glanced at her and said softly.

Ignoring Thranduil's taunts, Kellerbon's heartache and Elrond's concerns, Galadriel said, "Yes, it won't make the dead Sinda leave the temple of Mandus, but it will make you and Sinda's soul feel better. I'm willing to take it on, and I'm willing to make up for all the things that the Noldor did. ”

"Don't think that by saying these words, you will be able to make up for the innocent Sinda! Don't think that if you apply Finn's set, you can get my forgiveness! Back then, he got Yiningville's forgiveness, and you may not be able to get my forgiveness if you say these words again. Sinda's blood is not shed in vain, and don't expect a trivial reamment to quench the anger in the hearts of the unjust souls! The more Thrandui spoke, the angrier he became, and he almost pointed at Galadriel's nose and cursed, "Do you think that slaughtering Sinda, just letting the descendants or the culprit, let it be dealt with lightly, can appease the anger of Sinda's unjust soul?" Or do you want the latecomers to do the same, slaughter Sindah, and then push out a person to confess their sins, and let us deal with it enough to eliminate the blood feud between the two sides? Or ......"

Thranduy said, "Among us in Sinda, there was no Iningville. We, Sinda, are weaker than you, will Fen Guoyu at the beginning, and you now, sincerely apologize to us and strive for our understanding? ”

Galadriel was silent, and she began to imagine Thranduil's words, like Tellery and Doriath in the past, facing the incomparable weakness of the Noldor people. So, will Finn apologize to King Eru Singh at the time? She thought about it, whether it was Fen Guoyu or the other later kings of Noldor, it seemed that they would not. Except for them, who were indeed not stained with Sinda's blood, and had a clear conscience, the other Noldor kings didn't seem to apologize.

"The feud between Sinda and Noldor must be settled, both in the temple of Mandus and in the circle of judgment. Noldor always wants to give Sinda an answer that is convincing and acceptable, instead of executing a person lightly, in exchange for Sinda's approval and atonement for the sins committed by Noldor! ”

"I and my people will not take half a step into the land of Noldor!" With that, Thrandui led the valiant warriors from the Woodland Kingdom and left the land of Roslorian to return to the Woodland Kingdom.

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