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Your Majesty just left...

Even General Allen could not accept this fact.

Mrs. Doris left that day and rushed back to Amonlan to report the bad news to her husband, Prime Minister Ernest, who was sitting in the royal capital.

In a blink of an eye, it is deep winter.

The forest in the snow was still so quiet, but it was the same as before, but it was cold and haggard.This is already the case in the southeast, and it must be even worse in Amenlan in the north.

The soldiers went so far away that even the lively little birds were reluctant to come out and jump around.

"Miss, let's go back. It's too cold outside."

The two riders drove slowly in the forest. Aimee, who was on the white horse, breathed a sigh of relief in the palm of her hand, and looked suspiciously at the red-haired elf who was still holding a bow and shooting arrows ahead.

Isn't she cold?

With a "swish", the arrow tore through the icy cold air and flew forward, with more force than before.

"Aimee, if you're cold, go back first." Lucinda turned her head, "I want to talk to the forest."

Aimee smiled knowingly: "Then I will accompany you."

Lucinda smiled slightly, turned her head and rode on.

"Aimee, do you feel that the forest has become haggard?"

Aimee froze.

Lucinda continued to speak quietly: "This forest came alive under his blessing and spiritual nourishment, but it looks like this at this moment. Do you know what this means?"

"what?"

"He became weak, or, injured."

"On the battlefield, how dangerous this is..."

"His Royal Highness he..."

"Better worry about yourself first, Elf!"

A flock of birds suddenly screamed and jumped up from the forest, and the two elves were taken aback.

A group of tall black figures slowly came out of the dark and lonely forest, those ferocious and ugly faces, eyes shining with dark yellow light...they gradually surrounded them.

"How could they appear here!" Aimee was shocked.

"There is a problem with the line of defense. Aimee, go back quickly! Find me, Ada!" The elf on the black horse stared at the Orc who broke into the forest, and stretched his right hand to the quiver on his back.

"I can't leave you here alone!"

She turned her head abruptly, the sternness in her green eyes made Aimee's heart tighten.

"Are you going to die here for nothing? Go!"

She hit the white horse's rump with an arrow, and the white horse neighed, carrying Aimee towards the general's camp.

The plains of Gogros are more terrifying than the plains of Dagora.

The land is barren and ferocious, the ground is covered with thick ash, the leaden sky is suffocating, and the air is filled with the pungent sulfur smell of Mount Doom.The doomsday volcano continued to spew out flames, and the heat wave hit the face.Yet after a year of stern fighting, not a single man or elf regressed.They firmly believe that they are each other's most reliable allies, and they firmly believe that fighting side by side with their partners, no matter how long it takes, they will always wait until the day they return home.

In such a situation, one must either die, or live well and strive to return to one's homeland.It is not the soldiers who charge, but all the generals and commanders.

Long, long afterward, there were Hobbits who chanted the deeds of King Gilgalad of this alliance:

"Only his kingdom is beautiful and free from the sea to the verdant hills. His sword cuts iron like clay, and he is unstoppable. His shining helmet is seen from afar; countless stars come and go. The sky is all reflected in his shining silver shield. .He rode away long ago, and no one knows what happened to him; the monsters of Mordor raged beyond the shore and darkened the stars."

But at that time, Elrond's eyes were not on the High King.He has been looking at the king of the green forest who leads the soldiers and wields a long sword in a complicated way—he has taken over the burden of the entire kingdom on the battlefield and succeeded him as king.

Looking at the resolute and stern face, the herald wondered if he had a moment to relax and mourn.

Thranduil, however, did not.

During the day, he commanded calmly with no expression on his face, and he did a better job than any commander. Even when the enemy's army in the green forest was several times larger than his own, he was still so rational that he was almost ruthless. The price to deal the enemy the deadliest blow.

In the day after day of killing and planning, his Wushuang face became more stern and cold, so that in the end, whenever the half-orcs saw golden hair on the battlefield, they would detour away.

And resting at night, he can't sleep all night, the inseparable wine is no longer mellow, but he always raises the glass to his lips expressionlessly, letting the bitterness choked in his throat overflow, swallowing it in mouthfuls Into the abdomen, melted into the blood and bones, instantly transpired bloodthirsty killing intent.

He couldn't open his eyes, let alone sleep.They can only surround themselves in endless darkness, waiting for another fight and massacre at dawn, day after day.

Elrond had never seen Thranduil like that.More than once he saw his tent dimly lit in the middle of the night, reflecting the tall silhouette of the King of the Greenwood and his profile drinking to himself.

If it goes on for a long time, something will happen!

Worries had clouded the herald's heart, but he didn't know what to do.

The magma and flames erupted from the doomsday volcano were thicker than ever.

Orc's disgusting eyes gleamed yellow.On their grounds, they charged the heroic Confederate camp at the constant urging of their brutal chiefs in the rear, and another melee ensued.

Thranduil led the people to fight as usual, wielding the long sword to kill the enemy, and occasionally saved the people.

He had a splitting headache and several days of insomnia made his ice-blue eyes filled with bright red bloodshot eyes, but that didn't change his offensive.

Until that preordained moment, when he held on to the sword, an inexplicable irritability and anxiety suddenly hit his chest, as if someone was burning his heart with a fire, and the pain made him almost unable to stand.

He was on the verge of falling, and a clear name rose from the depths of his consciousness, a name that had been dreamed every night during the few sleeps.

Lucinda!His heart tightened.

What happened to her?

Due to the momentary weakness, the long sword could not accurately penetrate through the head of an Orc beside him, and a heavy plain knife came straight to his chest!

He was a little dizzy.

"His Majesty!"

"Thrandui!"

He heard the terrified roar of the subjects and of Elrond.

A circle of Orc corpses had fallen on the snow, and the rest were still moving forward, slowly approaching the red-haired elf on the black horse who was staring at them coldly.

"Red hair, isn't this from the Ellen family?"

"It's Brian's younger sister who deserved to die early. Back then, I watched her brother die and wanted to protect her."

"It turns out that little girl Pianzi's archery skills are so good..."

The leader was extraordinarily tall, with dark yellow eyes open, looking at an arrow pierced into the red-haired elf's right shoulder, and sneered.

"I'd like to see how the elves, who don't have the strength to hold a bow, can shoot arrows."

"You useless bastards..." The elf lying on the horse's back slowly raised his head, Senhan's green eyes stared coldly at his mortal enemy, his lips were so pale and sticky like frost in the snow Opening and closing slowly, spit out extremely contemptuous words.

The black horse carried her back slowly.

The blood-stained hand secretly clenched Yuanta's bow.

"I don't have the guts to confront the elf warriors head-on. I only dare to sneak attack in the snowy day. Just like your master, you are an out-and-out coward!"

The dark yellow eyes of the Orc leader narrowed fiercely, this hateful elf!

very good!

Lucinda stared at the enemy in front of her with her blue eyes open.

She just wanted to make him angry.

Seran...Drue...

He doesn't have any relatives, and he can't even lose his home...

I absolutely, absolutely, will not allow these species to invade our country again.

"Very well, elf! Then the coward will let Ellen taste again what it is like to see his sons and daughters torn to pieces!"

Orc sprang to his feet, lifting the heavy bone club aloft.

"Lucinda!"

Ellen finally arrived with his army, and when he saw the solitary figure of the red-haired elf in the cold wind facing the bone club that the orc had slashed from the air, his heart almost stopped beating.

Do not!Can't!

Brian's tragedy...cannot happen to his only daughter again!

Enduring the severe pain in her shoulders, she stubbornly raised the outrageously large Yuanta bow, reached out and took out the last arrow, adjusted the direction to the leader's head, strung the string tremblingly, and let go——

Oak's eyes narrowed in disbelief, staring at the pale elf with blue eyes and cold eyes.

With a "bang--", the heavy body fell down heavily.In just one second, his bone club could crush the red-haired elf's head.

But it was too late.

The well-trained warriors bent their bows and set arrows, and took the lives of the few remaining orcs who had no time to flee in a flash.

"Esthers!"

Ellen watched her fall from the tall steed on the snowy ground, the arrow that pierced her shoulder was so bright that it almost made his heart stop.

"Lucinda!"

The general who lived his life in the army ran to the snow and picked up his dying daughter.

The elf's pale lips trembled, and his lifeless green eyes struggled to open, looking at his father's panic-stricken expression.

"Ada... have the Orcs been wiped out, and has their territory been invaded?"

"Don't worry, Lucinda, no, no. You're brave, you're doing a great job, you talk to ada, look at me, don't fall asleep!"

The shoulders seemed to be tightly pressed by both hands, and then the shaft of the arrow stuck in the flesh was slowly pulled out, and every inch it moved would grind an inch of her bones and tendons.

"It's poisonous!" Esther exclaimed.Turning around and throwing the arrow into the snow, he quickly took the potion from Aimee and poured it all on the deep bone-deep wound.

"Lucy, hold back..."

She gasped, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, her penetrating green eyes were filled with thick, irrefutable moisture.

Did he ever feel this pain?

"Hold on, kid... Hold on." The general's eyes were red, and he kissed his little daughter's cold forehead tremblingly.

How can I survive on my own...

The thick eyelashes fluttered slowly, and tears flowed from the blue eyes uncontrollably.

In the season of ice and snow, there is no medicinal herb used to anesthetize the limbs.Essus could only press her shoulders tightly, and used a knife to dig out the part eroded by the venom little by little.

The pain was so extreme that it seemed as if there was no consciousness at all.

only……

She took a deep breath, stared at Ellen's red eyes, and even her voice became hoarse and distorted due to the severe pain.

"Ada...we can't let Orcs in..."

"Ada knows, Ada knows, no, no more, Lucy, can you rest assured?"

"No...it can't be like this..."

The sterilized machete carefully scraped off the last layer of toxin on the periosteum. She clenched Ellen's neckline in severe pain and clenched her teeth. Her vocal cords were completely silent, only trembling. A faint breath, like a sigh of grievance.

Ellen moved closer to his daughter, and he could barely hear what she was muttering in pain with her eyes closed.

"No...we have to guard the forest...he has no nana, no ada, no His Majesty the king..."

"We have to keep our kingdom..."

"He can't even lose his home..."

Her breath was as thin as a gossamer, Ellen held her daughter's hand tightly, her voice trembling slightly.

"Yes, you're right, so you have to keep going, Lucinda, you know?"

"You're right, he has lost Nana long ago, and now he has lost His Majesty the King, but...he can't lose you too. My child, Daughter of the Forest, Lucinda, do you hear me?"