Bright Moon Fairy King

Orovel circulated elemental magic in the air, and a magic vortex swirled around his body, quickly enveloping the circular ice container on his right hand.

Only a popping sound was heard in the air.

The round ice container shattered into pieces in the air, and the sunlight refracted on it, reflecting the seven colors of the rainbow.The magic potion stored in it also turned into a light rain in this power.

The magical potion full of vitality fell on the townspeople who were suffering from the plague bit by bit. At this time, the blood flowing out of the ulcerated wounds on their bodies slowly changed back to its normal color, and then the ulcerated wounds began to heal gradually. The scabs then fall off, and the skin grows back as soft as a newborn baby.

The townspeople touched their bodies in disbelief. This was actually true. The damage caused by such a terrible plague had recovered as before. They became excited and hugged each other.

Arathorn watched the townspeople escape from the plague, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It was great that his people were okay.

Arwen looked at Orovir with stars in his eyes. This legendary Elf King also brought light and hope to people as in the legend.This reminded her of her ancestor, Eärendil, when the elves were ravaged by the dragon Ankara, and none of the elves were his enemies.

It was his ancestor who took the spaceship and killed the invincible Ankara.And he even brought reinforcements from the west, successfully helping the elves win the War of Wrath.

The girl always harbored a longing for the legendary hero, and before she knew it, Oroville was imprinted in her heart like a branding iron.

At this time, Orovel's feet landed firmly on the ground. The townspeople who had just recovered from a serious illness looked at the elf who brought them hope. They knelt down on one knee and said in unison, "Thank you for your great kindness." Elf.”

Then they stood up again and bowed ninety degrees towards Arazon who was standing on the city wall, "Merciful King~ Thank you for never forgetting your people, thank you for bringing us salvation~"

Arazon looked at these bent townsfolk, and he understood one thing. Civilians were the largest in the entire human group. They were like a vast ocean, and he was the only boatman on it. They could carry him as well. Can subvert him.

He shouted loudly: "People, I am your king, this is the obligation of a king!"

The townspeople looked at such a kind king and shouted, "Long live His Majesty the King, we will always follow you His Majesty the King!"

Listening to the words shouted by the townspeople, "Always follow His Majesty the King!" A string in his heart could no longer be stretched. It had been too long, it had been too long. The blood of the Númenor royal family was in Ar. After the Kingdom of Nuo was completely destroyed, it became a wandering race of rangers - the Dúnedain.But today, he has gained people in the true sense.

He walked down the city wall and came to the center of the square. He and Ou Ruoweier stood side by side. People looked at these two noble kings and bent down to perform the chest caressing ceremony again. When they stood together, the sky was full of light. The light rain that has not dissipated forms a rainbow bridge under the sunlight. This is a bridge that witnesses the great friendship between elves and humans after thousands of years.A painter among the townspeople painted this scene, and it became a precious collection of the royal family of Númenor for later generations.

Arathorn hugged Oroviel excitedly and said gratefully: "Thank you Oroviel, you saved my people. You will always be a distinguished guest of the Númenor clan."

"It doesn't have to be like this, Arathorn. Humans and elves have been allies since ancient times. Elves will never abandon their allies." Orovel said with a smile.

After the town of Bray experienced this catastrophe, Arathorn decided to hold a banquet to relieve the sadness of the townspeople losing their loved ones.

At night, the townspeople gathered in the square. It was early spring, and the weather was still a little cold, but it still couldn't resist the fiery hearts of the townspeople.

They took out their own collection of wine and food and shared it with others.

Oroviel and Arathorn sat at the same table.

Arasorn stood up from his seat, holding the wine glass in his hand high, "My people, let us toast our savior - Orovel."

The originally lively banquet was paused, and the townspeople and Arazon raised their wine glasses and saluted Orovel.

"To the savior~" Arazon saluted, and then drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.The same goes for the townspeople.

Orovir responded to them, "To the elves' allies - humans."

After a simple toast, the entire banquet returned to its lively appearance.

Arathon left the wine table first and went to celebrate the moment of victory with the townspeople.

Orovel held the wine glass in his hand, his eyes looking at the clear water in the glass, and he was thinking about one thing.

Originally, using that World Tree leaf for the first time could completely drive away the plague on the man, but it didn't happen. Just when he was about to succeed, the black energy suddenly came out, causing the wound to fester again and blackness leaking out. Purple blood.

Al came to him with a small wine glass in his gentle and boneless hands. She looked at Orovel who seemed to be thinking deeply about something.She asked softly: "Orovel, what are you thinking about? Is there something wrong? Can you tell me something?"

A voice like a nightingale sounded in his ears, and Orovel also reacted. He turned around and saw that it was Alwen, "Your Highness, I was thinking about the plague in Bray Town."

Alvin asked in confusion: "Hasn't the plague been resolved? Oroville."

"It's solved, but there's one thing I haven't figured out yet. I rescued a man before, and when he was about to be cured, a black air came out of his body, causing the plague to come to him again. "Orovel said in a deep voice.

"Black energy?" Alvin seemed to have thought of something.

She opened her lips lightly and said, "Orovel, do you think this plague is man-made and not natural?"

Orovel thought about it for a while, and it was definitely good. Perhaps the combined power of the World Tree and the Silmarillion was too strong, so this time the black energy did not appear on the townspeople.The black energy reminded him of the black energy in Weiya's ring in Rivendell.

"What!" Arasorn said in surprise.

At this time, Arasorn came back, and Orovel said to him: "Arasorn, this plague is definitely not natural, but man-made. I am sure that evil forces are hiding in the dark and watching us. "