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"A really good archer must not win with the best bow and arrow."

An ordinary wooden arrow is held between the long and slender fingers, and the bowstring is flexible and elastic. The left hand holds the center of the silver bow steadily and powerfully. Pull the bowstring to its maximum.

The point of the arrow point is the constantly moving arrow target hanging on the tree trunk in front of him.

The ice blue pupils are no longer lazy and cold, they condense all the light, mobilize all the attention, and stare at the target direction.

"In actual combat, it is absolutely impossible for the enemy to stand there and let you shoot. The necessary movement and mental concentration are very important."

The arrow tip changed direction slightly with the target, but it was steady without any tremor.

"After aiming, don't hesitate!"

The blue-eyed elf suddenly opened his eyes wide.With lightning-like speed, the ebony arrow tore through the shackles of the air with tremendous force, and pierced straight into the center of the archery target suspended in mid-air.

Thranduil thrust the bow into Lucinda's hand, and drew another arrow.

"Do as I say."

"Don't you need to pull out that arrow?" She looked back at him.

The green-brown hunting suit made his tall and slender figure stand out even more, and his long pure golden hair was braided behind his head. His Royal Highness, who rarely shows himself as a warrior, raised his eyebrows: "If your arrow can hit the bull's-eye if."

Lucinda turned around and tilted her head. Her body was slender and flexible, wrapped in the same hunting suit as the prince's.Gradually increase the strength of the string.

"Concentrate, don't hesitate." Thranduy's deep and gorgeous voice reminded her at the right time.

Pay attention, Lucinda, assuming it's an orc, that damned species that shouldn't live... You remember, those things that try to harm your forest, those monsters that dare to invade your Majesty's people!Killed Brian!

The elf's pupils contracted sharply, and every movement of the arrow target floating in mid-air was slowed down many times, and the arrow tip also moved slowly at an angle that humans could hardly see, until it approached the end of the arrow cluster, which is now ——

The arrow broke through the string, and almost at the same moment, a pair of powerful hands suddenly stretched out from behind, strangling her elegant neck accurately!

The blood in the red-haired elf's body was frozen at that moment.

"Finally, absolutely, absolutely don't ignore one point. While paying attention to your front, don't forget your back."

The lips of the blond elf were almost close to the tips of her ears, and the low and calm words reached the depths of her brain, asking her to remember them forever.

"No matter when, the most important thing is to survive!"

"Understood?" He looked up at the arrow, the body of the arrow was close to his first arrow, and the feathers of the arrow were still trembling slightly, like the beating blood of his elves.

Her voice was a little strange because her neck was restrained: "Understood..."

The straight and sexy lips raised an indistinguishable arc, and Thranduy withdrew his hands and stood upright.Lucinda's face turned pale, and she subconsciously reached out her hand to touch the place where she was restrained just now, knowing in her heart that as long as that hand exerted a little force, she might be able to go directly to see Mandos.With such speed and strength, even Brian would probably find it difficult to parry.

"It was a good shot." Thranduil's voice woke her up.He walked over and pulled out the arrow she shot just now, "From now on, you will keep practicing, and you will rest when you can split the arrow I shot in two."

"Your Highness..."

"What?" He looked back and saw a trace of uncertainty in her emerald green eyes, "Be confident, Lucinda, even if you don't know the tricks of a hundred years of hard training, you will not be in vain, besides, you have seen it." The corner of his lips With Lucinda's uncertain smile, "You are very talented."

It is absolutely rare to be praised by His Royal Highness Thranduil.The most powerful melee fighter and the most outstanding archery master, everyone in Central Continent knows his indifferent temperament, even for a talent like Elrond, he has never heard him praise.

Not sure if she heard correctly, Lucinda raised her head to look at him in a daze, only to find that he was also staring at her, not with a casual glance, not with laziness and arrogance, but very quietly and intently. she.There was a slight smile in the ice-blue pupils, which was quite different from the usual cool and handsome.

As if being blown by a gust of wind that came from nowhere, Lucinda's heart felt fine ripples, and her cheeks involuntarily took on the light pink color after the dizzy water.

It was at this time that the uneasiness in the green forest spread to the spiritual consciousness of the two elves who looked at each other silently.

Lucinda only felt her heart tense, as if she felt a slight strangeness in the forest, she looked around strangely.

And Thranduil calmly looked around at the forest that had hardly changed except for the wind blowing past, his expression remained unchanged, but his sense of crisis in his heart was getting heavier and heavier.

Ada is back?What exactly happened to make his mood fluctuate so much?

That guess surfaced again, and Thranduy's eyes became darker.

"Lucinda, keep practicing."

In the wind that kept passing through the forest, beside the red-haired elf who looked around blankly, the blond prince of the big green forest turned around lightly.

"The strength of the dark forces in Middle-earth cannot be underestimated. Sooner or later there will be a great war between the light and the dark. Noldorgil-galad sent me a letter, and he and Elendil formed an alliance in Amon Sul to prepare the The power drove them out of Middle-earth. And the Great Greenwood is next to Mordor, and the number and strength of the elf warriors are second to none." The king didn't say any more when he said this, and the intention of the High King of the Noldor was obvious.

"Mordor is in the south of the forest. The stronger Sauron's power, the greater the threat to the forest elves. Over the past few hundred years, the suppressed Orcs have gradually become rampant again, including some Yoan Talin. The surrounding forests of the city have been eroded by the darkness to such an extent that we have come back to see the newly born Yuantalin, and we have to thank His Highness for his blessing." Ellen shook his head helplessly, these reminded him of his beloved son who died in battle , I can't help but mourn in my heart.

"In addition to reviewing the southern armaments, this is one of the reasons why Thranduil and I came here. The area closest to Mordor has been eroded too badly, but you have guarded our southern part very well."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The red-haired and blue-eyed general was silent for a moment, and asked another question, "Then, where are the High King of the Noldor and Elendil now?"

"Imladris." Before the king could answer, a clear and steady voice came from outside the terrace.

The silver-cloaked prince with blond hair walked onto the terrace, holding a letter between his fingers: "I just received the news that Elrond has also joined the alliance. They need to spend time to forge weapons and armor."

"Forging weapons in Imladris, the number of troops sent this time must not be simple." Ellen murmured, his thick eyebrows pulled together subconsciously.The Noldor, Men, perhaps, and Sindar and Silvan.

"Your friend Elon?" Orofer remembered the very talented young elf. "Is he a general?"

"General?" The young prince sneered disapprovingly, thinking of the black-haired gentle old friend he hadn't seen for hundreds of years, "If he personally joins the war, he will be the herald of Gilgalad at most."

"That's it." Olofer nodded, already familiar with his only son's venomous tongue, "You have read the letter from Gilgalad inviting me to join, what do you think?"

Thranduil looked at the king and general.It is also his elder, with the same tall body and ageless face.With a pair of majestic ice blue eyes and a pair of calm emerald eyes, the person who decides the fate of the kingdom stands here, waiting for his answer.

Perhaps, that is the final answer.

For a moment he thought of his homeland, Menegroth.The most glorious royal palace, the most prosperous city-state, the closest clansmen, and the treasures that shone like stars are as numerous as stars, and together with the laughter of the Sindar elves, they have long been dimmed in the endless depths of time.

Now... His eyes turned to the silent and vast forest beyond the terrace. The green forest undulates in the wind and stretches into the sea, and silent and tall Silvan guards and wood elf houses can be seen everywhere. It is hard to believe that many years ago, this place was just one side. Vast and primitive forest.

This is Menegroth that he built, the great old green forest that sheltered Sindar and Silvan.

The young prince's gaze spread to the endless distance, the corners of his lips parted slightly, and a few words were uttered from his beautiful lips: "The lips are dead and the teeth are cold."