"I'm sorry, but with all due respect, you............ Is it really a Noldor elf?Or am I dazzled and don't see you for who you really are?!"

The corners of Rivard's eyes twitched as he looked at the Noldor Elf standing in front of him, who claimed to be "the messenger of the Silent Forest Vara, descendant of Lagrange", the other party's mellow voice was undoubtedly the descendant of the purest blood of the old Noldor family, but the dress was really unacceptable to him.

No wonder he was so surprised, for Lorens was so different from when he came—his unkempt blond hair was dirty and drooping, some of them sticking together as if he hadn't washed his hair in days, and he was covered with a rotten garment that seemed to have been made from a torn sack that had been thrown away, and there were broken threads everywhere, and the collar on it was an open hole cut by random odds, revealing the thin body inside.

Hands, neck, face, chest............ In short, all the exposed skin was black and mud, and only the pale skin under the dust could be faintly seen, and with the purple lips and red eyes, any experienced old man would have recognized that the child must have been lost alone in the forest, and had not eaten for at least seven or eight days—otherwise how could it be so miserable?

But the more I thought about it, the more strange it became—this guy was a Noldor elf, and what Noldor elf would get lost in the Silent Forest? And what Noldor would get lost in the forest and end up like this? This is simply the most incredible thing, more incredible than a dwarf can get lost in a mine!

While thinking about it, Rivard frowned inadvertently and covered his nose slightly--it stinks! This guy hasn't taken a shower in a few days? Or did he accidentally fall into a dung pit when he first came?!

"I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince of New Gal!" Lawrence was still polite and elegant as if he hadn't seen the other party's disgusted expression, "But I think we'd better be a little more secretive." Can you let me into your tent?"

"At a time like this, it's not so safe for you or for me! Thank you for your willingness to let me into your barracks, but if I can't gain your trust, maybe I'd better leave. ”

"Absolutely. Rivad nodded, and he could roughly guess what the other party's purpose was - nothing more than to persuade himself to surrender or join the Noldor's side.

Although he was glad that Noldor was still willing to ally with him in this situation, Rivad was not optimistic. The hostages of the dwarves were still in the hands of the orcs, and Noldor, he did not see the possibility of defeating the Orcs by the army of the Noldos, they were brave and bloody, but they did not know how to play to their advantage.

"But until then...... Rivard pinched his nose and looked at the nonchalant Lorence and said, "I asked the guards to prepare bath water for you, maybe you can go and take a comfortable bath first, and then we can talk?"

"Looks like you're not careful enough. Lawrence smiled a little awkwardly, tugging at the broken sack on his body and said, "This is a ...... Cover, a kind of cosplay, in order not to let people know who I really am. We can wait until we get to your tent. ”

"Are you satisfied with my answer?

"Of course, my tent has been opened for you, Your Excellency Langaranges. Although he was puzzled, Rivard still graciously made way for him: "If anyone asks, guard, do you know what to say?"

"No one has ever visited you, and we have never seen it. The sturdy guard, but with such a nimble mind: "Everything is normal, nothing has happened, you have been drinking in your camp." ”

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"I apologize for the inconvenience caused by my sudden arrival, His Highness Rivad Hussein. As soon as he entered the tent, Lorens bent down deeply, and then quickly sat down in his chair with a serious face: "But please allow me to finish my words, and then I ask you to make a decision about Zuihou." ”

"There is no need for this, my friend. I know very well why and for what purpose you came. Levard turned his head and pouted, sat down on the bed in front of Lorens, leaned against the head of the bed and said, "But I have to say, I'm very sorry, because I don't have a choice." ”

"My people are still in the hands of the orcs, and as long as they are alive for a day, I will have to serve these damned beasts! As for the other dwarven city-states, they are all money-seeing, timid and rigid, and I can't count on them!" Although Rivad did not have any special expression when he said this, the cruel tone already revealed his mood.

After speaking, he turned his face to look at Lorens who was listening attentively to his speech: "Moreover, save what I see now, it seems that the Noldor Elves did not defeat the orcs Liliang. Even if we don't join them, you will still lose, and perhaps you can rely on this boundless forest of silence to force the enemy back, but that will be of no use to us. ”

"It seems that you don't know that the army that has come this time is not just the army of the Nuodo. Lawrence smiled and shook his head: "The coalition led by the human lords of the East has also arrived here, and they have a large army, with horses, swords, shields, and spears, which are enough to fight them - especially after joining forces with Noldor, it is impossible for the orcs to win such a large army!"

"It's not a good habit to talk without evidence!" Rivad's tone suddenly became cold, and he stared straight at Lawrence's dark green eyes: "I only saw a large cavalry force. Having such an army would make Noldor strong, but not enough to turn the tide of battle!"

"You don't seem to believe me. Lorens shook his head, then suddenly fell to his knees, and a large package on his back also fell, causing Ryvard, who was sitting on the bed, to jump out of bed and look at him in shock.

"What do you mean?!" Rivard was angry and embarrassed, "please stand up quickly, won't you tarnish your family's reputation by doing this?"

"You are mistaken. Lorens's tone was quiet, full of compassion, and he sighed as if he was about to die: "I am deeply distressed by what has happened to you, if you can, please give me to the orcs, maybe you can use me as a 'messenger' in exchange for some of your compatriots!

"What are you talking about?!How could I trade my friend's life for a commodity?!This is not what a dwarf would do!" Rivard suddenly became angry, and dragged the skinny Lorens from the ground to the chair, helped him to finish, and then looked at the young Noldor with a serious look: "I already regard you as a friend, which means that you have gained my trust, so please don't test me in this boring way!"

"Then please believe what I say, in the name of the Ancient Tree of the Silent Forest, I will never tell any lies!" Lawrence suddenly became very energetic, "Please don't interrupt me until I finish speaking." ”

"We're not asking you to join us, it's not good for you, is it? There's nothing good but bad things that no one wants to do. We won't push you either. Lorens's soft, mysterious voice allowed Rivard to calm his restless heart and sit still, motionless.

"I believe that you are not willing to die for the orcs, but you are forced to do so. This is all within our understanding, so you don't really want to help the orcs, you just sacrifice your honor and dignity for the sake of your people, your people—it's not honorable, but great!"

"So Weishenme doesn't make some choices, not a big choice. We're going to go to war with the orcs soon, and the battle will start in the middle of the Iron Avenue. Neither side will be able to unleash all of their liliangs, and the battle will be a terrible tug-of-war. It's going to be a very long battle, maybe even a day, but of course, I sincerely hope we'll win. ”

"The combined forces of Noldor and humans are over 30,000 men, and the orcs are less than fifteen thousand, so as long as you delay entering the battlefield, we will only have to fight against those common enemies, not with our former friends. We're twice as many as they are – as long as you don't join them. ”

"When the time comes, you can make your choice according to the situation: if the orcs have a good chance of winning, you can join the orcs, and the leader of the orcs called Kosai will not give up such a powerful army as you. You are afraid of their hostages, why wouldn't they be afraid that you would suddenly revolt?"

"Relatively, my Highness. If the Noldor and the humans have a better chance of winning, you can take advantage of the opportunity to attack the orcs from behind. As long as we kill that Kosai and annihilate most of its Liliang, we can have a chance to swing our army south and help you retake Singar and rescue all the hostages. You are also the king of Singar, and your people will be free, and they will be grateful for your righteousness, and the three races will be united against our enemies, the barbarian orcs!"

"I don't know, can you accept such a choice?" Lorens hunched his back, his eyes hooked the other, and his voice was faintly like a mosquito's call:

"My life and everything is already in your hands, and how to choose is also in your thoughts, please make a decision, His Highness Riwad Hussein of Singar!"

(Because of some update problems, so starting from this chapter, a new chapter will be released at 11 o'clock in the evening, please forgive me~)

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