end of time

Thranduy frowned indistinctly, and Lucinda secretly took a breath.

So, when Desmond was tortured, he was there!

He witnessed the destruction of his brother, but still insisted on coming to the battlefield in person?

"You..." She couldn't help but stop her.

"Lucinda!" Thranduy stopped her next words, and looked at Gabriel expressionlessly, "If you are capable enough to join, go prove it to your chief."

"My lieutenant died today, Your Highness. Desmond doesn't want me to go into battle, so I come to ask Your Highness." Gabriel's jaw tightened, and there was a kind of Thranduil appreciation in his gray eyes.

Concise and concise.

Lucinda felt a twinge in her heart, and Ryan's always smiling black eyes flashed in her mind.

"Come back to me when you can prove to me that you have enough capital to enter the Dagora Plain."

He actually said that!Lucinda suddenly looked at the stern side face of His Royal Highness the blonde.

"Thank you, Your Highness." The elf, who was assured, bowed deeply to salute, then turned and left.

"What do you want to say?" Thranduy gave her a nonchalant look.

"Desmond doesn't want him on the battlefield." Lucinda lowered her eyes and said as calmly as possible.

"so what?"

"How? Your Highness, don't you think this is too cruel?" Lucinda raised her head, her green eyes were full of sadness and intolerance, "He witnessed his brother's death with his own eyes, and he still wants to go to the bloody place full of blood. Also take away his battlefield? Your Highness, why didn't you stop him, why did you give him such hope?"

"It's his choice!" Thranduy turned around, with sarcasm in his voice, "Miss Lucinda, you have no right to say this, don't forget, I reminded you too!"

she!Herself!

She was startled!Yeah, why did she forget?Forgot how she begged His Highness to teach him archery at that time, and how she was so focused on revenge?And the result?That only made her almost die here, and only made her prove her cowardice and weakness even more!

Could it be... subconsciously, she was afraid that Gabriel would also...

"Have the guts to choose to go to the battlefield, but don't have the guts to bear the blood and death? There are no such fighters in my big green forest." He leaned down slightly and looked at her, with a slightly drunk moonlight in his ice-blue eyes, and his voice was a little inexplicable The tenderness and struggle, "Also, there is no need for such a warrior."

Lying on the simple and clean couch in the camp tent, seeing the moonlight behind the light clouds through the window, Lucinda tossed and turned, and suffered from insomnia for the first time.

The voice as low as the strings of a guqin echoed in her heart over and over again.

There are no such fighters in my big green forest, nor do I need such fighters.

What does he mean?

Every word Thranduil says has a meaning.Lucinda trembled slightly, subconsciously raised her eyes to look at him, but unexpectedly saw inexplicable emotions in those eyes that maybe even he didn't notice.What was secretly surging, what was hidden behind the lonely ice blue and never showed up, she couldn't guess, and she didn't dare to think about the deep meaning behind it.

However, when she concentrated again, she saw that he was a little dazed, frowning slightly, and then left without looking back.

And she looked at his back blankly, her heart trembling.

There is no need for such warriors, or...

If one wishes to hold the bow, one must prepare clean hands for blood and immortal souls for pain.

So Lucy, I cannot let you pick up this bow.

Years ago, the young red-haired elf Bryan told his beloved sister.

I can't let you, pick it up.

Therefore, he held the Juanta silver bow in his hand and became the number one soldier in the southeast.

And she, hundreds of years later, under her begging, and under Thranduil's guidance, really let the arrow's edge be bloodied.

Your Highness...

She thought of their quiet and tacit understanding when they handled government affairs together, the occasional eye contact, and the brief and soft conversation.Thinking of their solemnity when they inspected the army, every soldier was impeccable, and every soldier hoped to get his appreciation.Thinking of her gritting her teeth and practicing archery every night, and him leisurely tasting wine and admiring the moon with a cup of Duowei Ning, he could point out her shortcomings sharply and directly with a glance from the corner of his eye now and then...

Yes, she gradually fell in love with him, she knew it very well.But she never expected him to treat her differently because of this.His heart was hidden too deep, she just hoped to get closer, to understand his thoughts, and to do her best to help him.

That tall and slender figure, those ice-blue eyes that are extremely hard to see from a corner, and that perfect face that is always calm and indifferent, she put them all in the bottom of her heart.If it wasn't for Alves' mischief that night, she might have kept this feeling hidden...

Eyes are the windows to the shining soul.However, he was always too complicated and perfect, and she never could see his world clearly.

But at that time, through the transparent moonlight, she saw that tired and defenseless face, the fleeting contradiction in those ice blue eyes and the reluctance she almost thought was an illusion...

Lord Thranduil...

What on earth is he thinking...

Can't sleep all night.

The next day, Lucinda yawned and finished packing only to find that the archers were ready to go.

It was almost noon, and this sleep was not too short.

She couldn't help but feel a little ashamed and bowed down to the archer captain to apologize.

Alves came slowly on a brown horse with a lazy tone.

"Lucinda, you are not the only one waiting for you? Your Highness, the old man is gone."

Lucinda was taken aback, what does it mean to be missing?

According to the guard, His Royal Highness looked unhappy when he woke up this morning. Seeing that she hadn't woken up yet, he didn't ask the elf to call her, saying that he was going to ride a big horned deer for a walk in the woods.

"Let's go?" Lucinda's sudden high-pitched voice startled her, "Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you go find me!"

"This..." the guard was a little embarrassed, "Your Highness doesn't like to let us follow you when you usually go out for a stroll."

"Did you forget that he was injured? Did you forget that his spiritual power has not fully recovered? You forgot..." She burst into anger, looked around at the elves who were looking at each other, unable to tell what he had done last night. It was already unbearably haggard.

What if there is danger?What if the orcs go out together again?

"Did he say where to go?"

"Lucinda, Lucinda, don't be nervous." Alves felt that her mood was not right, so he calmed down, "Even so, don't forget that this is His Highness."

yes!That's Your Highness!But he is not omnipotent!

She wanted to yell it out.

That is His Royal Highness Thranduil!

She suddenly thought of something, turned and stepped on the steed.

"I'm going to find him!"

"Hey! Wait! The forest is so big! Where are you going to find it!" Alves shouted with a headache.

But the red-haired elf had already rode his horse into the forest outside the valley.

Shaking his head feebly.Brian, with such a younger sister, if you are still alive, you must have more headaches than me.

What kind of elf was Thranduil?

No one in Central Continent can tell.Some people say he is arrogant and weird, some say he is strong and courageous, some say he is a rare and outstanding superior.

In Lucinda's view, these statements are too one-sided.

The Highness she knew, even she would not deny his arrogance, indifference, and coldness.

However, he is such an elf who will mercilessly pierce the appearance of things, even if the reality underneath is cruel and desperate.Will silently give everything for the green forest, even if he vomits blood and gets injured.Let the safety of his people completely override himself, even if it is their bounden duty to ensure his safety.

For the green forest and forest elves, like the king, he is a guardian, a noble, perfect and inviolable god.

But for her, he is the reality she can see.

Thranduil, he tore off the cold mask with his own hands for her safety and smiled evilly, "I want to sleep here for a night, why, do you want to sleep with me?" The elf noticed that she was shivering from the cold The elf who finds an excuse to throw her a cloak to keep out the cold is the elf who will see her weakness on the battlefield and personally lead her to shoot deadly arrows, the elf who is occasionally stubborn and self-willed like a child, and needs to be forced to drink the potion.

He made her angry, joyful, crazy, and wronged.But she grew to like him.

He knows, so what?

That was her Lucinda business and nobody else's business.

He is Thranduil, the elf she trusts and cares about.

where will he be

There was only one guess in her mind, but she was sure that the guess must be right.

Yuantalin, the woods that are blessed and nourished by his spiritual power, will be more lush than ordinary woods, and are more suitable for healing and restoring the vitality of the elves.

The deeper you go into the dense forest, the more lush the woods become.She got off the horse, and with the talent of the Silvan Elf, she quickly shuttled through the forest, trying to feel his breath as much as possible.

The Yuanta forest is quiet and harmonious. From time to time, small birds pop out their heads from the treetops. They tilt their heads to look at the beautiful red-haired Sylvan who is jumping and running in the forest. There is a young flapping wing, flying down lightly. on her shoulders.

Chichi, what are you looking for?

Looking at the small animals bathed in the winter sun with her beautiful green eyes, she smiled and did not distract herself from speaking.

You are an elf, I know.Before, my mother went out to look for food and said that she saw a beautiful elf going deep into the woods.She has pointed ears just like you, and she is still pretty. There is also a big and beautiful deer with big horns.

You fool, a squirrel just happened to hop out of a tree hole, climbed up Lucinda's arm, and stared disapprovingly at the little bird.

What big horned deer, is that the God Deer King?

Chichi, it was my mother who said it, but I have never seen it before.

Yeah?Lucinda asked as she shuttled forward, can you tell me where they are?

Chichi, I don't know, but in the morning, my mother went to the creek in the woods to find delicious bugs, where is there a clearing.Bighorn deer should like it.

Stupid, it's the God Deer King.

The squirrel didn't want to say that it admired the deer king with its beautiful horns.

Ah, thank you.little things.Lucinda touched the bird's wings.

A place with water is beneficial to the recovery of spiritual power and has no disadvantages.She is more concerned about how his situation is.

Facts have proved that the little guy is not lying. The place where the Yuanta trees are most concentrated, the breath of the forest is gentle and powerful, and the sunlight can only shoot down through the gaps in the forest.

The squirrel became inexplicably excited when he saw the beautiful corner of the tree trunk in front of him.

There, there!The God Deer King is there!

The Silvan elf with excellent eyesight saw the "strange branch" protruding from the tree trunk without calling for it.Not far ahead is the creek that the little bird said.

She ran over, and sure enough, she saw him.