HP - the time the ring is still

The half-orc who was close to them asked, back to back with Kleist.

"The Balrog also appeared in Siris Ungar, and the situation is not very good." Kleist waved his wand, and unceremoniously shot several death-killing curses at the half-orcs. Now she only uses death-killing curses. Because this is the simplest and most effective, but unfortunately it doesn't work on Balrog.

While fighting, Kleist was thinking about how to get close to those Balrogs. It was too difficult to get close to them under the cover of elves and dwarves, and most of the spells were insignificant to them. Kleist looked at himself Suddenly, she had a trick in her wand. She glanced around, ran over the orcs to Elrond who was nearest to her, and said to him, "My lord, you cover me and don't let anyone come near me."

Elrond didn't know what Kleist was going to do, but seeing her serious face and murderous eyes staring at the Balrog in front, there must be a reason, so he called nearby elves to guard around Kleist, Make sure she doesn't get attacked by orcs.

Kleist stared directly at the Balrog in front of him, and kept attacking him with spells, leading him to himself, then aimed at the timing, and raised his wand: "The soul is out of body!" Kleist was concentrating, even though she shouted No one could understand the spell, but the surrounding elves still felt a little weird and unspeakable feeling, which was hard for them to accept.But soon everyone realized that something was wrong. The Balrog who had been attacking them not far away actually stopped attacking. He became a little dull. Kleist smiled, but his eyes Revealing an evil light, her somewhat dry lips opened slightly: "Turn around!" After a moment of sluggishness, the Balrog slowly turned his body and walked towards the rear.

"Kill him!" Kleist ordered, she had been using the Imperius Curse on this Balrog, and asked him to attack another Balrog not far away, and soon, the two Balrogs fought , the winking elves and dwarves fled immediately, which was a great thing for them.

"How did she do it?" whispered the elves.

"Although it looks a little evil, but I want to say, this is really great, let them kill each other!" The dwarves were obviously much happier, they cheered loudly, if the scene was not inappropriate, they even To wave the flag and shout.

"Kill him!" Kleist ordered one after another, causing the Balrog to attack his own kind even harder, until he died and completely collapsed.

"Now, kneel down." Balrog knelt down suddenly, his expression became dazed, and Kleist continued with a cold light in his eyes, "Kill yourself." Amid everyone's surprise, Balrog The flame whip wrapped around his neck, and then he clenched his hands and pulled it hard. With a "boom", the huge head of the Balrog rolled down from the height, and the flames around him were extinguished, like a pile of steaming flames. large boulders.

"here you go!"

"It's amazing, as they should be!"

After putting down his wand, Kleist casually grabbed an elf beside him, and found that it was an old acquaintance, Kuwait. He said without greeting, "I'm leaving first!"

"Okay..." Kuwait's remaining words were still stuck in his throat, and Kleist quickly disappeared like a ray of light and shadow.

When Kleist rushed back to the battlefield of Cirise Ongol, she saw the Balrog raging, and her companions and clansmen retreated while resisting tenaciously. She searched for her father and brother in the crowd.

"No!" Kleist looked to her right front in horror, and ran forward quickly. Kleist Balrog's flame whip had already swung down, and Kleist felt his heart stopped beating. All the surrounding sounds disappeared, only the figure that was whipped into the air.

Kleist hugged him before he was knocked to the ground.Then he hugged him in his arms, stretched out his magic wand, and blasted the powerful blasting curse on Balrog's body one after another, preventing him from getting any closer.While attacking, Kleist shouted to his companions: "Severus, Christopher! Come here!"

She stroked her father's face, watched him open his eyes, and gave him a comforting smile, "It's okay, Father, I won't let anything happen to you!" She held Orifel's hand tightly and gave him The power of the Holy Light made him feel better.Kleist raised his head and looked into the distance. The surroundings were in a mess, and all he could see were wounded soldiers. Even the thick-skinned Bion had fallen a lot. This was a battle with a huge disparity in numbers. One would expect so many demonic armies to be present in such an insignificant remote location.Kleist couldn't bear to look at his father's injury, so she could only stop the bleeding in a hurry.After hearing Severus Snape and the others confirm that Orifel's life is not in danger for the time being, Kleist smiled at Thranduil who was blocking the attack of the magic army for them not far away, although his eyes were full of tears But his expression was firm.

Kleist let the young wizards carry the wounded warriors back to camp, while she raised her wand and rushed to the forefront.Empowered by vengeful rage, Kleist once again took control of a Balrog, this time letting him strangle her without wasting time.Then the second and third, she was more ruthless and ruthless than the most experienced executioners, and she struck cleanly, even with excitement and excitement when their heads rolled off.

Thranduil has been paying attention to Kleist. When his father was hurt, he tried his best to get close to his father and help him, but when Kleist appeared, he held back his anxiety to block the way for them After knowing that his father was temporarily stable, Thranduil and the soldiers still resisted the demon army. He moved forward desperately to get closer to Kleist. He knew that Kleist was out of control, especially in her He wanted to stop her when those blue eyes flashed bloodthirsty red.

After the Balrog was dealt with, the remaining half-orcs were nothing to fear. With the joint efforts of the elves, the human race, and the Bion, the war ended at dawn.But they can't leave the battlefield so quickly. Kleist and Thranduil have to clean up the battlefield again, burn the corpses of the half-orcs, retrieve their injured clansmen, or tidy up the appearance of their companions, and hold a ceremony for them together. Simple funeral.

Kleist looked at the corpses floating in mid-air, but couldn't feel any emotions, just looked at everything in front of her in vain, when she saw Prince Amros sitting on the ground holding his father's corpse and crying , without any sadness, just whispered to Thranduil who was standing by his side: "He cries so loudly!"

Thranduil looked at Kleist, who was expressionless and insensitive, and felt very bad. There must be something wrong with his little girl.Thranduil, who was oppressed by a series of emergencies, tensed his expression. He didn't speak to Kleist, but told the elves around him to blow the horn to return to the camp.

In the camp tent, Thranduil sat beside his father's bed, watching his sleeping face.But his hand held Kleist tightly.Just before, Severus Snape told him something about his father. The good news is that his father's life is not in danger, and his life is temporarily saved. The bad news is that the Balrog's long whip broke his spine, and the flames Burning some internal organs in his abdomen, he may no longer be able to walk upright, and even live in pain every day.

Kleist, on the other hand, was too emotionally fluctuating, so she used Occlumency to temporarily isolate her emotions. Seeing her injured father and clansmen, how could Kleist, who had always been more emotional than the elves, bear it? If she doesn't restrain herself, I really don't know what will happen.

"Crack!" The burning wood in the brazier suddenly exploded into sparks, and Kleist slowly raised her head. She looked at Thranduil's clasped hands with her. Maybe it was too long and too tight. sweat stains.Kleist was the first to break the silence: "Please don't worry about me, I'm fine!"

Thranduil turned his head and stared at Kleist, then showed a gratified smile, leaned forward and kissed Kleist's forehead, "That would be great!"

Kleist let go, walked to Orifel's bed, and held his father's hand: "When my father wakes up, I will send him back, and the injured clansmen, they all need to go back to receive the best treatment. .”

Thranduil did not speak but nodded.After another brief silence, Kleist realized that Orifel's eyelashes were trembling.She bent down and called softly: "Father, father!" Thranduil also hurriedly half-knelt on the head of Orifel's bed, calling in a low voice.

After a while, Orifel woke up, and when he saw his child, he instinctively wanted to show a friendly smile, but the pain made him frown quickly and snort coldly.

"Father, don't talk too much, you need to rest, and when you feel better, I will send you back to the forest..."

"No!" Orifel gritted his teeth and refused. He shook his head and objected vigorously, "The war...is not over yet, no king will...leave his...people to escape by themselves, I...refuse. "The pain was eating at his nerves, but he didn't lose his mind, he knew what to do and what not to do.

Thranduil: "Father, there is still me here, and Claire, but there is still a mother waiting for you to go back in the forest. His Majesty Anda has been killed, and his people are in great grief. Do you think we are like this? Father , think about mother, please trust me and Claire, we will not let you down."

Kleist continued to persuade: "Father, if you don't go back, what face do those wounded soldiers have to leave first?