end of time

I swear to Elberes, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Great Green Forest definitely has the potential to become a profiteer!

Yuanta's bow and arrow were confiscated by the prince and replaced with ordinary wooden bow and arrow, and the distance of the target was shortened by half.The teacher she just hired only gave one sentence—repeat, practice, practice until you feel that the day should be over.Then he lay on his back on the tree trunk, drank his favorite wine, and let her sweat profusely underneath.

Although he knew this truth, but he wholeheartedly believed in the knack, His Highness sneered and showed her the smoothed calluses between his fair and slender fingers when he warned her that there was no shortcut except practice.Lucinda still felt cheated.

For Valla, isn't the price she paid too high?

When the light of the stars had been sprinkled on the earth, Lucinda finally put down the bow and arrow in her hand.

"Your Highness, Your Highness...wake up..."

But the only thing on the tree trunk was the elf's even and almost inaudible breath.

"Thuranduil!" Finally, it was unbearable.

The elf on the tree woke up faintly, her eyes fluttering over her sweaty temples, not paying attention to her disrespect.

"ended?"

"Ah."

"Let's go then."

"and many more!"

"You want me to check the results? If you feel satisfied, you will stop naturally. If you are lazy, it has nothing to do with me." The blond prince walked forward on his own.It took a long time for Lucinda to swallow the phrase "I shot a third better today."Followed disheveledly.

The night fell slightly, and the stars gently looked down on the land of Central Continent in the purple dome.The warm breeze blows the forest in the dark night, and the branches and leaves in the forest rustle.Like some kind of bizarre duet.

Lucinda followed in a daze for a long time before realizing something was wrong.

"Wait, Your Highness... We seem to be going the wrong way, this is not the direction to go back."

But the tall and slender figure in front just walked on his own.

"When did I say I was going back?"

……

Thranduil did not return.In his words, instead of going back to cause trouble for the Silvans, it would be more enjoyable to hang out and drink by yourself.

Lucinda did not go back either, this is the forest she is familiar with, she has nothing to be afraid of, without Ada, there will be a lot of fun at home, not to mention, she wants to seize this rare opportunity to learn archery from His Highness .

In addition, there is another unspeakable reason, in fact, facing that god-like face, even if there is only arrogance and coldness on that face, it is quite pleasant.In any case, Iluvita's firstborn elves are a race that loves beauty infinitely.

They stopped in the depths of Yuantarin, quite close to the borders of the kingdom.

Thranduil stopped in a clearing in the forest, and a tall and elegant stag came out from the jungle on the other side.

Lucinda could hardly believe her eyes.The big horns of the divine deer are full of silver jugs or wine bottles, and there are some fruits on the other end.

Turning her head to see the warm fire burning from Thranduil's hands, Lucinda couldn't help thinking, is he going to hold a personal banquet here?

While he was in a daze, the big-horned deer had already walked to the side of its owner, and slowly lay down on the ground so that the owner could take off the things on its horns.

A few fruits flew over before her eyes, Lucinda quickly reached out to catch them, and looked up at Thranduil, the bored prince was sitting alone by a bonfire drinking wine, the divine deer was lying beside him, She rested her head gently on his lap.

Lucinda also sat down and took a bite of the fruit in her hand. It was sweet and juicy, and the taste couldn't be better.

What the elves love most is always the starry night.

When the night wind sent the joyful singing of the Silvan elves in the distance.When Lucinda, who was full of food and drink, looked at the noble blond elf leaning against the tree trunk alone, holding a fine wine, with a smile like a mist and cold rain on his elegant lips, she could almost see him after becoming a king. look.

Maybe it's because the big horned deer's eyes are too gentle and innocent, maybe it's because the bonfire in the forest is too warm and cozy, or maybe it's just because of his presence, Lucinda feels a little warmth in her heart, looking at the person immersed in the misty His Highness in the singing said sincerely: "Your Highness, you will definitely be a good king in the future."

The blond prince turned around and tilted his head: "You're not called Thranduil anymore?" He said again, "You should call me by my name."

"Why?" Lucinda wondered.

"It's strange to hear someone other than Ada say that." He said unhurriedly.

Shenlu: "..."

Lucinda: "..."

Who said this guy was a good king just now?

After all, Thranduil was not a talkative elf.And Lucinda, who was always lively, was also rarely quiet in the exhaustion after a busy day.

The sky is full of stars, and the wind passing through the green forest brings the fresh breath of flowers and plants in the forest, which makes people feel refreshed.

The distant fire was reflected in the prince's bottomless eyes, hiding the fleeting cold murderous intent.

"got windy."

Lucinda, who was already drowsy, gave him an inexplicable look, "Huh?"

"You go back." The blond prince glanced at her and stroked the head of the big horned deer, and the deer stood up obediently.

"What about you?" Lucinda asked bewilderedly.

"I want to sleep here for one night, why, do you want to sleep with me?" The prince smiled viciously.

……

Lucinda was so angry that she turned her head and left. The big horned deer left its master and followed behind the Silvan elf. Occasionally, it reluctantly looked back at its master, but it was only in those eyes with a playful smile. I saw a request: Be sure to send her back safely.

One elf and one god deer gradually walked away.Thranduil's lips still had that awesome smile that could piss people off.It's just that the ice blue eyes have lost all warmth.

Sure enough, it has swept to the southeast?

After drinking the last drop of residual wine, a phantom intertwined with gold and silver suddenly appeared under the tree.

After a whole day of waiting, it finally arrived.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the deep and quiet dense forest, as if someone came through the forest.The sound was getting closer and closer, turning into a strange low growl, weird and dangerous.

A few wolves carrying Orcs suddenly sprang out of the forest, and rushed towards a pile of unburned bonfires not far away.

The leader Orc galloped a few steps, stopped suddenly, looked around for a long time, and then slowly raised his head to look at the chillingly dead tree.

The tall male elf with fluttering blond hair stood silently on a branch more than three meters above the ground, looking at it indifferently.

Orc grunted a few times in his throat: "tuyazehlekuoigha (undead elf)—"

Before the roar had finished, the wolf beneath him suddenly screamed in pain. The tall and strong orc was still sitting on top of the wolf, but the head of the beast rolled down into the woodland.

In the next moment, the headless body collapsed, and muddy blood gushed out towards the sky.The pack of wolves behind them neighed long and terrifyingly.

The blond-haired elf stood tall, and the long sword in his right hand glowed with a silver-white bloodthirsty luster.The sparse starlight fell on his handsome face, but it couldn't reflect any emotion in those eyes.His silver boots stepped lightly on the orc's stiff head and the fallen wolf's carcass.The floor-length robe fluttered slightly in the wind, not stained with any blood.

The invisible sense of oppression is overwhelming, and the Orcs are obviously a little afraid, but these creatures belonging to darkness also have the bad habit of lingering.

When more wargs roared and rushed forward driven by the orcs, contempt and cruelty had already spread from those breathtaking eyes.No one could clearly see how the elf raised his sword, twirled, and stabbed obliquely.It's just that when the blond hair fluttering in the wind gradually stopped, there was no Orc's body on the ground.

After the growling and howling that disgusted him completely disappeared, Thranduil withdrew his sword and turned around.

The sound of orderly footsteps came from behind.

"Your Highness Thranduil!" The group of elves who were in charge of the night patrol arrived late.Although he didn't understand why His Highness came here at night, but seeing the dazzling blond hair and the corpses all over the ground, the fool also knew what was going on.

"Silvan Elf, Fernando, is it true that since this forest has been destroyed by Orcs, there is no need to inspect it carefully?"