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As the dwarf army approached the elves and humans, Bard handed over the white horse completely to Eranloth: "...you can really ride it safely, can't you?"

Except for the elf king riding a big horned deer, he has never seen other jungle elves fighting on horseback.

"My horse shooting skill is produced by Rivendell, and the teacher is Elrond, the lord of the forest valley." The silver-haired elf winked at him, "The quality is excellent."

Eranloth rode to the front.He and Dan had met before, but not nearly as well as Thorin.

"Ha, let's see, who is this?" Dan raised his hammer and pointed at him, "Silver-haired Eranroth!"

Eranroth glanced back at Thorin who was standing on the city wall, and then turned his head: "If I didn't see you on this occasion, Dan, I would be very happy to catch up with you."

The gray-robed wizard separated from the crowd and stepped forward: "It's an honor to meet you, King Dann."

"Gandalf the Grey." It was hard to tell from under Dan's beard that the dwarf king was "honoured," but his words were unkind, "Send the mob back, or I'll use their Blood washes the earth!"

"Dwarves, elves and humans can't fight internally now! The orc army is heading straight to the lonely mountain, let your army retreat! We must unite now!"

"We will not retreat before the elves! Especially in the face of this cold-blooded jungle—"

Eranroth interrupted him, brushing the arrow past his ear.

"If you talk to my Elf King in that tone again." Eranroth pointed the arrow up at Dan's head, "I'll shoot you through the head first. Dan, you don't want Try it."

The Dwarf King of the Iron Hills was very, very unhappy.

He roared and signaled his soldiers to move.

At the same time, Thranduil raised his hand to signal the elves to change teams.

This war looks inevitable and imminent.

Eranroth heard other sounds: not the cries of the dwarves, nor the steps of the elves.

He quickly saw what was making those noises.

The wizard's pupils shrank: "Earth worm!"

It was an ugly creature that did not conform to the aesthetics of elves.But if used well on the battlefield, it can be regarded as a rare soldier.

The land-eating insects pierced through the ground and made several large holes. After they retreated, an army of orcs rushed out.

Dan immediately changed the direction of the army, and the dwarves rushed to the place facing the orcs with their shields in their hands: "Fight! Sons of Turin!"

Thranduil was weighing the pros and cons, and the hobbit was amazed by his reaction: "Elan! Are you going to stand by and watch?!"

Gandalf also rushed to the Elven King: "Thrandiil! This is crazy! You can't do this!"

Elan Roth was paying attention to Sorin's reaction: "Isn't it so strange that Sorin?"

"What do you mean?" Bilbo followed him, looking back.

"Sorin won't just watch Dan and the others fight..."

"Elan!" Thranduil signaled him to attack with the archers, so Eranloth could only pat the hobbit on the shoulder: "Good luck, my friend."

No matter what considerations Thranduil chose to join this war, as a subject, he only needs to obey.

Eranroth has been following Thranduil since the battle became stalemate. His arrows have already been shot, and he can only attack with his sword: "King Thranduil! Humans have retreated to River Valley Town!"

"...you go and spread the message and lead them into River Valley Town. Suppress them on the city wall to buy time for the rest of them." Thranduil quickly issued an order.

"Only under the leadership of the king will it not become a 'retreat'." Elan Rose pointed out, "and I refuse to accept the idea that you are going to stay behind by yourself." He gently touched the big horned deer's chin with the back of his foot With a scratch, "You must safely bring our king into the town of River Valley."

The big horned deer shook its head, and then led Thranduil to run quickly in the direction of River Valley Town.

[...I have to admit that I am very grateful to you for giving me the ability to communicate with the big horned deer in a simple way. 】

[It seems that you value family affection more than friendship. 】

【I guess so. 】

He continued to slay the goblins, watching to fight and not retreat when he was cornered.

Fortunately, it took time for the half-orcs to attack from both sides, and he was alone, so it didn't take long for him to catch up with the large army of elves.

"Elan?! Where's Your Majesty?"

"I asked the big-horned deer to bring His Majesty back first, did you see him?"

"Your Majesty is at the east gate!"

"You shouldn't have left His Majesty!"

"I will only choose the latter in 'I leave him after' and 'He leaves me after', Garyan." Elan Rose simply explained to Garyan, "Okay, let's hurry up Go to the east gate."

"There are too many orcs!" Galian wiped the blood off his face casually, "It's disgusting."

He glanced sideways at Eranroth, who was killing the enemy with his lips pursed, and had to admit that even with the blood splattered in his hair and blood on his cheeks, Eranroth looked extremely attractive-so their elven prince It's not surprising to see Elan at all.

"Galian! I really can't imagine that you will be distracted on the battlefield!" Elan Rose pulled out the long sword that was just thrown as a javelin in a hurry, "I don't have a third hand to save you."

"It's as if you weren't the first one to save me just now." Galian complained about him while concentrating, "Thanks, Elan."

The two of them were still bickering until the round with Thranduil, and Thranduil gave Eranloth a hard look: "You are not allowed to go out for 50 years! When you return to the jungle, I will definitely put you in confinement!"

Galian smiled proudly at Eranlos, and then took the initiative to help change the subject: "Your Majesty, the archers can hardly be suppressed, we may need to retreat to the inner layer—"

"The sound of the horn! Thorin!"

"...Well, at least your friend is much better than his grandfather." Thranduil actually still dislikes Thorin, but after Gandalf pointed out that Thorin would even affect the life of Eranloth, he tried his best Restrained attitude towards Thorin.

Eranloth smiled and rejoined the battle.

"Eran! Eranroth!" Gandalf approached him. "Legolas has brought news, and a second army!"

"Legolas? Where is he?"

"I went to find Thranduil with Tauriel."

"King Thranduil?" Eranroth turned around with the wizard and the hobbit, "Come this way. I heard him summoning the army. The war in River Valley Town is over."

"...What are you doing?" The atmosphere between the three elves seemed to have stagnated, and Eranroth's first reaction was to rush up and block Thranduil behind him, "Tauuriel! How dare you use a bow and arrow?" To the king?!"

"He can only go so far! He shouldn't turn his back on others anymore! The dwarves will be slaughtered!" Tauriel said with tears in his eyes, "Your friend will die on the battlefield! Eranloth!"

"That's not why you point your bow and arrow at King Thranduil." Eranlos tightened his jaw, "I will respect and strictly follow the king's instructions, if the king feels that we have paid enough for this war Well, that's enough."

Tao Ruier shouted in shock: "You want to watch your best friend die?!"

"Then do you want to watch your fellows die?!" Eranros raised his finger and pointed to the corpse of the elf on the ground, "Look carefully, there are even your subordinates among them! They were patrolling with you not long ago They can no longer laugh, drink wine, sing... The king's heart is already very painful, Tauriel, you should be sensible."

Tauriel froze.

Legolas snatched Tauriel's bow from her hand. "...a second army will strike from Ucho."

His blue eyes looked at Eranroth.

The unfinished words are: Your best friend Thorin is there.

Eranlos frowned deeply for this.

"Let's go, Elan." Thranduil tugged at his hair, "Go back and clean yourself up."

"I'm afraid I have to go to Uqiu, my king." Eranroth saluted him. "I promise I will return safely."

He snatched the reins from Legolas, and smiled at the elf prince.

Just like he would run out of the palace to play every morning, a normal smile.

That was the last memory he left for Legolas.

Although the white gem was handed over to Thranduil, although Azog the Destroyer was killed.

But Thorin, king of the dwarves, died on Raven Hill.

And his only best friend, Eranlos, never came back.

Elves, dwarves, and humans are only willing to use the word "lost trace" to end the life of the legendary silver-haired Eranloth.

The author has something to say:

I don't know how this world should end. I struggled with it for two days, and finally I think it won't be too sad QAQ

QAQ The more I watch the Battle of the Five Armies, the more I feel sorry for King Se QAQAQ

In the next world, I will try my best to be happy =v=