"Riva............ Tell me, Elendil. Did I make a mistake?"

Theodore sat in front of the map of the central tent, holding a small note and trying to spell it out, his eyebrows almost wrinkled together: "You can say it, it's okay, I'll accept it." ”

"You read it very right, Rivad Hussein, the crown prince of Singar and the commander of the current Legion of the Iron Wall of Singar. Elendil nodded, looked at Theodore and said, "Of course, Kosai, who is now subservient to the orc Taal tribe, is a cunning and ruthless orc leader. ”

"Cunning and ruthless............ This adjective always creeps me out when used on orcs!" Salald half-jokingly walked in from outside the tent with a glass of wine, carrying a metal jug in his hand: "Sorry for being late, to bring you a jug of Haode wine!"

As he spoke, he casually pulled a chair in front of the round table with the map, sat on it, and poured a full cup for each of the Tyrenas and the others present.

Theodore sighed, turned his head and looked at Aaron, Terenus, and the sad and melancholy faces of Bode and Handel, and the others: "Alright, everyone is here!

"There is nothing to say, gentlemen, we must find a way to form an alliance with the dwarves - or at least keep them neutral. Terenus didn't look as optimistic as Theodore or Salald, the old man had become more cautious since Tulgar: "We can't fight fifteen thousand orcs and consider the possibility of nearly ten thousand dwarven infantry becoming the living liliang of the other side! And a pyrrhic victory that none of us could accept. ”

"Noldor has sixteen thousand good warriors, and you have fifteen thousand soldiers who obey orders. Bode suddenly said, "We are far outnumbered by them, and Weishenme is still going to win over the dwarves, not to mention that they have just killed so many of our compatriots!"

"The advantage of 5,000 people cannot be called an advantage, especially in many specific periods. Terenus explained patiently, his finger running across the map, and stopping at the southern end of the Iron Avenue: "If there is a war here, neither of the two sides will be able to fully deploy the army, and then the outcome of both sides will be determined by depth - a terrible tug-of-war will make us bleed!"

"It may be rude to say that, but Your Excellency Aldaria. Aaron stepped up and said, "War is like that - there are many factors that determine victory or defeat on the battlefield, but many times it is good or bad luck; ”

"By all means, weaken the enemy, strengthen yourself. Recruit more people to join your allies and destroy the common enemy. The young Lord of Brenus said eloquently: "What's more, the dwarves will fight with you, and they are forced to do so, we all have a common enemy, don't we?"

".................." Bode trembled all over, his face turned red, he gritted his teeth and stood up, bowing slightly to everyone: "Sorry, I'm a little tired, I think it's better for me to rest for a while!"

With that, Bode took his glass and drank it down. However, he was not used to this drink, and coughed several times in a row, and then left the tent without looking back, leaving only a slightly gloomy figure.

This sudden cold scene made Aaron very embarrassed, and he didn't know what to say, until Theodor pulled him and Aaron sat down in a hurry.

"You're right, my dear Aaron. Theodore whispered in his ear, "But please pay attention next time, and try to be as tactful as possible, we are still in the Forest of Silence!"

"I know, I mean...... I'm so sorry!" Aaron lowered his head embarrassedly: "I don't mean anything else, it's just ............"

"It's nothing, you just told the truth, this sincere character is commendable!" Lorens, who was originally sitting in the corner, quietly moved to Handel and sat down: "Besides...... It's time for Noldor to accept some of the realities he doesn't want to accept. ”

"For example............" Lawrence shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands helplessly: "It is impossible for us to win this war on our own, there is no possibility." ”

"So, do you have any good ideas?" said Terenus in a gentle voice, "a good way to get the dwarves to join us?" ”

"Join us? no, no, no, it doesn't have to be like that. I believe that with the liliang of both of us, it will be enough to defeat these dirty and savage orc tribes. Lorens raised the corners of his mouth and said with a pleasant smile: "All we need is not to be surrounded by two enemies, and when we need to deal with one, we also need to watch out for the other guy, which is what we need." ”

"So...... It is not for them to join us, nor for them to remain absolutely neutral, and it is impossible for the other side to agree to any of our proposals, because this is not possible, they still have hostages in the hands of the other side, and they have no choice in the open. ”

"So, it has to be a private deal?" Salald chuckled and looked at Lawrence, "Oh my God, are you really a Noldor elf?"

"Just a small choice, Excellencies. Lorens didn't care at all about Salald's playful words, and continued: "We give them a choice and let them do it themselves, and a chance that is not harsh will make them hesitate and wait and see the situation before acting." And then we'll have time. ”

"We need to send an emissary to infiltrate the dwarven camp and secretly talk to this Rivad Hussein, and tell him what we want him to know, as long as we convince him that it is in his favor...... It's all going to be easy!"

"But...... How can you be sure that there are no orc spies and eyeliner in his barracks?" Salald couldn't help but ask.

"Thanks to our esteemed knights, a brilliant victory that wiped out all the orc spies!" Lorens raised his glass and saluted, "Otherwise, it was this Rivad Hussein who took back the head, not the Overseers?"

With that, Lawrence took a sip of his wine and lay down in his chair relaxed, only to find that everyone's eyes began to turn to him.

"What's wrong?" Lawrence asked, confused, "What's the ...... Isn't that right?"

"Nothing was wrong, everything was just perfect. Theodore stood up with a strange smile, walked up behind Lorens, and gently pressed his shoulder: "I believe that there is no one more suitable for the task of this messenger than you, Your Excellency Lorens Lagrange!"

"What do you mean?" asked Theodore, looking up. He was answered with an approving look.

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"Great Muradin, please protect your descendants from being bullied, great Muradin, you are the Lord of the Black Rock, you are the iron wall, you stand proudly on the top of victory, please give your descendants and your people hope of salvation, please dig up the gems of the earth, so that the dwarves may enjoy peace and prosperity forever. ”

In the tent of the dwarven servants, Levad Hussein was kneeling in front of an obsidian stone in a tray, praying softly—something Rivad had come to once a day since he had obeyed Kosai against his conscience.

For the dwarves, Muradin's place in their hearts was the same as that of the human emperor Aragorn in the hearts of men. Known as the Lord of Black Rock, this dwarf is said to have been the first warrior and leader to establish a dwarven city-state. Although the city-state he founded has been swallowed up by magma, the ruins left behind are still sacred places in the hearts of all dwarves, and almost every dwarven family with conditions will go to that ruin to fetch an obsidian from the ruins when their offspring reach adulthood, so that the great Muradin can bless their children.

No one knows how long this custom has lasted, and Rivad doesn't care about that, the only thing he cares about now is his own people. Their father's carelessness has deprived them of their freedom, and it is my duty to rescue them!

It will be a very difficult task, and Rivad sees little hope, no one can help him but himself.

Rivad knew better than anyone about the stubbornness and prejudice of the dwarves that his "countrymen" would not help him, and that the Cobblestone Council left behind by the great Muradin had disappeared, and it had been six hundred years since the last appearance was in the time of the Emperor Aragon.

As for the Noldor elves, it's even more impossible. If there was still a little hope, now there may be no silver lining. The hatred of killing and destruction is not something that can be dissipated in a moment, and even if Rivad asks himself that he is just being forced to do so, the Noldor elves who have lost their families because of themselves will probably not accept such an outcome.

I'm afraid they hate themselves more than they hate orcs?" Rivad thought to himself, getting up from the ground wearily, and ending his prayer for the day.

"O great Muradin, have mercy on your descendants and descendants!" Levard roared with indignation in his heart, but he could not utter a word.

"His Highness Rivad. "A stout guard suddenly entered, bowed his head respectfully, and said to the crown prince: There is an elf who wants to see you—he claims to be your friend!"

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