Bright Moon Fairy King

After staying for two or three days, Orovel led two hundred members of the Holy Tree Knights and continued to march toward the west.

After leaving the boundaries of the Misty Mountains, just as he continued to move forward, he stopped moving forward. The guards beside him immediately guarded Oroviel. They thought Oroviel had discovered something bad. .

Oroville's soldiers came to his side and asked quietly, "Master Patriarch, is there anything strange?"

"There is indeed something strange. There has been a trace following us quietly since we left Rivendell."

As he spoke, Orovel also shifted his attention to a primitive tree 100 meters away from their group. He told the soldiers to continue moving forward, and he would follow later.The guards expressed that they did not want to leave his side, but Orovel told them not to worry, he would not be in danger, so the guards followed the large army forward.

Orovel quickly hid on both sides. Behind the original tree, a petite figure wearing a hooded white cloak was patting her chest gently with her little hands. "It was so dangerous~ I almost got killed." I found it, luckily I’m smart.”

After saying that, she quietly poked her head out and looked at the Holy Tree Knights who had already left for some distance. Then she walked out of the original big tree and walked in the direction of the Holy Tree Knights with light steps. Moving forward.

At this time, Orovel suddenly jumped out from the side. He gently grabbed the shoulder of the petite figure with his hands. For a moment, the figure struggled desperately like a frightened little rabbit.

"Quick, let me go."

During the struggle, the hood on the head of the petite figure slid down to reveal her face. She was the Elven Princess Arwen whom Orovel had talked to before.

"Your Highness Princess, if you don't stay well in Rivendell, why did you come here to track us?" Orovel asked Alwen in a reproachful tone. After all, what they were going to do was full of unknown dangers. It was a bit reckless for an elf princess in Rivendell who lived a carefree life to follow her so rashly.

Arwen raised his head and said stubbornly: "No, I will follow you. I want to see what the world outside Rivendell is like. Even if you reject me, I will still follow you secretly!"

Looking at her stubborn look, all the elves in Oroville felt that there was a big difference between them. This one was a princess of the Noldor tribe, and Galadriel, the Lord of Lothlorien, was her grandmother. In case she was If you get injured, the consequences will be very serious.

Orovel pressed her shoulder, "Promise me, will you go back first? What we are going to do now is very unknown and dangerous, and this adventure is not suitable for a girl like you."

Arwen doesn't accept this statement, she, girl?She's an adult, okay. "No, Oroville, you can't refuse a mature elf to explore the wonderful world outside. Elves are free, and restraint will only bring discomfort to the elf." As she said this, she insisted on her 36D career line.

Orovel was completely defeated in the face of her fussing and forced explanations, "Okay, you can follow, but you must obey our instructions and never act privately."

When Arwen heard that Orovel agreed to her request, she nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice, indicating that she would absolutely obey the command and would never act privately.

Tapping.

It was Orovel's horse Zhuying who had returned. Beside Zhuying's horn, a fat groundhog was leaning lazily. This one was none other than the potato that saved Orovel's life before. , it is a few circles fatter than before, and the fleshy look is a bit cute.

Orovel got on his horse and sat on Zhuying's body. He extended his right hand to Alwen. Alwen blushed a little and shyly extended his hand.

Orovel used the power of the wind element to gently place Arwen on his back.

After the two elves were completely seated, Zhuying stepped out with its strong hooves and quickly pursued the large army that had already gone some distance.

The speed of Chasing Shadow was very fast, and Alwen, who was sitting on it, couldn't bear such fierce bumps, so she wrapped her hands around Orovel's waist and hugged him tightly.Orovel also felt a burst of power coming from his waist, so he used his mind to talk to Zhuying and let him slow down a bit.

The originally strong sunlight in the sky gradually became softer as time went by. A silver-white figure was walking quickly on the East Avenue. Alvin saw the beautiful world outside for the first time. I couldn't help but be attracted by it.

Orovel looked at this curious elf girl with a smile.

There are beautiful fire clouds in the sky, and the rays of the sun at dusk reflect softly and warmly on them. The surrounding flowers, trees, mountains and rivers are so beautiful, and everything is full of beauty.

At dusk, Orovel led the Knights of the Holy Tree to the small town where Arazon was located. When Orovel came to the city gate and explained his intention, the soldiers guarding the city gate immediately rushed towards the city lord's palace. After a while, Arathorn came here with his wife Gilraine. They expressed their great welcome to Oroviel. If it had not been for the reinforcements brought by Oroviel, Arazon might have died in the battle.

Arazon warmly entertained Orovel in his city lord's palace. At this time, a little boy ran in. He looked seventy-nine similar to Arazon, and he was equally handsome and sunny.I believe he will definitely be a very upright man in the future.

The little boy flew towards Alazon and spread his hands. Alazon gently picked him up and spun him around.The scene was very warm for a time.

Orovel looked at this boy and thought that this boy should be the legendary human emperor of the West in the future, and one of the children of the next era.

"Father, what are you doing?"

"I'm entertaining elven guests from afar."

"What? Elves! Are they the magical, elegant and noble race that my mother told me about?"

"Of course~"

"Arathorn, who is this one?" Orovel asked.

Arathon proudly touched the little boy's hair and responded, "This is my son—Aragorn."

"It's really him."

Oroviel rubbed Aragorn's head, "Hello~ Aragorn, I am Oroviel and I am your father's good friend. Nice to meet you."