[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

Alves was not an elf of the jungle at the beginning, his father was once a member of the forest valley, and in a battle, Thranduil, who was still the prince of the jungle, and Elrond of the forest valley temporarily allied against the enemy, and they got After winning the victory, a large number of elves in Lin Gu were seriously injured and could not leave.Thranduil allowed them to stay in the jungle for treatment temporarily, and Alves' father was among them.

No matter what race they are, they all have a sense of territory, let alone proud elves.

Alves, an outsider, has never been liked, but the pride of the elves keeps the jungle elves rational. They don't get close to Alves, but they don't deliberately bully him.Alves was not surprised by this attitude, on the contrary, he was glad that he could live in the dense forest.

Because the elves here are more united and stubborn, they are naturally insulated from the ability to earn money.

The budget-minded Alves quickly stood out and won the favor of Thranduil, becoming the elf king's rake for making money and a trap for taking money.

It's just that Thranduil has always held the money box in his hands, and the Elf King never trusted him, or in other words, the Elf King never trusted any elf except himself.

But now, Alves, who had lived for thousands of years, saw a person approaching Thranduil, so close to the throne, but Thranduil didn't feel the slightest difference, as if he was born to be like this.

Even the elf queen has never been so close to the elf king's throne!

Alves, who has engraved the temperament of a businessman into his bones, is a person who knows how to weigh interests, so even if Olivier understands that he doesn't like him, Alves will work hard for his own interests and get along with the prince. maintain a good relationship.

Alves will continue to respect His Royal Highness in the future, unless he annoys the Elf King, then Alves will probably be the first to kick him out of the jungle.

But that was an illusory matter after all, at this moment, Alves only thought about how to make a fuss about this matter, so as to bring his relationship with Olivier closer.

Oh, this is a very necessary thing. Didn't you see that Sisi almost took the position of chief guard because of Olivier's relationship?Fortunately, Sisi was ignorant, otherwise his future life would be even more difficult.

Alves was thinking about it underneath, and Olivier was also making a difficult choice.

"Can't we buy them all?" Olivier asked in a low voice.

"I'm afraid not." Thranduil vetoed straight away.Buying all of them means that a large part of Dense Lin's money will be invested in drinks.Not to mention that if the money was cheaper, Elrond would make Thranduil feel more distressed, and the Elf King would be very reluctant just to take up some of the money he used to buy gems and rings.

But giving up the fine wine also made the Elf King very reluctant, so Thranduil showed a bored expression on his exquisite and beautiful face, tapping his fingers on the handrail, his turquoise eyes stared at an unknown place, motionless .

All this tells Olivier that Thranduil is unhappy, very unhappy.

Olivier, who was used to everything revolving around ada, wanted to rush to the little red dragon's stone house to see if it was time for the little red dragon to replace its scales.

It doesn't matter if he hasn't arrived yet, I can help him, anyway, the dragon is strong, so it's not difficult to grow out, isn't it?

But just before Olivier's emotions broke the limit of reason, Alves, who had been silent all the time, smiled and said, "Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness, I have an idea."

Two pairs of identical turquoise eyes turned to Alves at the same time, even Alves, who had lived for a long time, was at a loss for words for a while.

But immediately, Alves recovered his voice: "As far as I know, the dwarf king of Lonely Mountain signed an agreement with the human empire in the west. They will exchange a large number of weapons, and the only way to go is in the The north of the dense forest." As he spoke, Alves laughed, with shrewdness in his eyes, "Since they are here, naturally they can't make the trip in vain, and it's always better to leave some money for the journey than a fight. "

Olivier raised his eyebrows: "Inside the dense forest?"

Alves shook his head: "No, outside, there is a wide road there. Perhaps the dwarf chose that road just to bypass the dense forest."

"Oh, it's nothing." Olivier's voice was calm and lazy, "Just plant some more trees. You must know that the dense forest is a vast and magical forest, and anything can happen here. "

It doesn't matter whether there are a few trees or hundreds of trees, as long as they spread to the dwarves' only way, then those lonely mountain dwarves will have to pay the price.

After hearing this, Thranduil glanced at Olivier, as if he didn't expect that his eldest son, who has always been upright and kind, would have such a... clever and cunning idea.

Olivier didn't realize that Thranduil was looking at him, if he knew, he would definitely return a harmless smile.

Prince Jungle has always been rigid and stubborn, and only when it concerns his ada and the cute little prince will his head become extremely flexible.

Alves obviously thought of this idea, so he was not surprised by Olivier's suggestion, but the elf still smiled and said: "Your Highness's idea is very good, I will tell them to do it right away."

"There's no rush." ​​Olivier didn't care about Alves' compliments, he just wanted to solve Thranduil's difficulties quickly.

The Prince of the Jungle remembered the Lonely Mountain Dwarves, and Thranduil mentioned them, and he clearly expressed his dislike for the Lonely Mountain Dwarves.

But even so, Thranduil respected their skills, methods, and strength.

Olivier hopes to use money to solve Thranduil's troubles, but this does not mean that he has to risk enmity with a powerful country, which is obviously not worthwhile.

"How is the combat effectiveness of the Lone Mountain Dwarves?" Olivier asked.

"They are very powerful. They have violent personalities, but they also have brave temperaments." Alves did not hide anything, but just when Olivier's brows were about to condense together again, Alves said slowly , "But they will never form a bridge with us because of a little money."

Olivier was a little puzzled. After all, in his opinion, dwarves are greedy. They like money as much as they like life.

Regarding this point, the Elven King gave the answer: "For money, the dwarves have already used most of the dwarves who used to fight to make weapons. In other words, although they have hard weapons, they have no warriors to match them. .”

Olivier looked into his father's eyes, and his voice was incomprehensible: "This approach is really...stupid."

"They've never been smart." Thranduil chuckled, with obvious sarcasm.

But Olivier was relieved, after all, he firmly believed that no matter how sophisticated the dwarves' weapons were, they could not match the craftsmanship of the elves.The weapons of the elves are always the best in Middle-earth.

"Let's expand the range of the dense forest for a while," the voice paused, and Olivier said, "Oh, by the way, you can go and discuss with those spiders who have just entered the dense forest, and let them go when the dwarves come. Shake it." The more greedy the person, the more they need to be afraid, and those huge spiders that come from nowhere are obviously a good choice.

Alves still smiled, with the shrewdness of a businessman: "Is it necessary to attack by force?"

Olivier also laughed, but his eyes were still clear: "If the dwarves try to hurt them or destroy the dense forest, of course we have to teach those dwarves some lessons." Then, Olivier tilted his head, lightly Brown hair slid down his shoulders, "Tell the leader of the spiders, Ruhr, that there is no time limit for this order. As long as the dwarves enter the dense forest, they must respond at any time."

"Permanent?"

"Permanent."

Alves glanced at Thranduil, and after the Elf King gave a sure sign, Alves led the order to retreat, and quickly left the hall from the long bridge.

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When there were only Thranduil and Olivier in the hall, the Elf King stood up.

Olivier has a well-proportioned and tall figure, but it is obviously not enough compared to the Elven King.Thranduil's body was conspicuously tall even among the elves, which made the elf king possess an aura and a sense of intimidation that other elves couldn't match just by standing there.

But in private, in front of his son, Thranduil is a majestic father, not a resolute and arrogant king.

"I should write back to Elrond and order all the wine, and then I can wait for the money to be delivered in line." Thranduil smiled rarely, and it could be seen that the Elf King was indeed very happy at the moment.

Olivier also curled the corners of his lips. Being able to make Thranduil fulfill his wish is Olivier's long-standing belief.

However, Olivier had his own opinion about Thranduil's reply: "Ada, I think this matter can be entrusted to me, and I will handle him well."

Thranduil glanced at his eldest son: "I thought you didn't like Elrond."

Olivier wasn't ready to lie, so he just smiled.

He didn't like the King of the Forest Valley, he was tired of the way that man looked at his ada.But compared to this, he disliked Thranduil wasting his mind and ink to communicate with Elrond.

The elf called his father "Dear Thranduil", so what will happen when ada writes back?

Thranduil didn't delve into it, it was just a trivial matter, he just needed to know that the wine would be delivered on time.But thinking of this, the Elf King suddenly asked: "If the wine sent by Lin Gu is not to your taste, so what?"

Olivier's head turned rapidly, and it didn't take long for him to give his answer: "Anyway, the Lonely Mountain dwarves are coming, and they have money with them, so they are fully capable of buying some... fine wine."

Thranduil raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Olivier, you are already smart enough."

Olivier won the compliment with a smile: "Villa on top."