It is quite high for Thernhill to have such a high opinion.
Looking at the entire Jungle Castle, all the elves are handsome and charming, and there are a few who are extremely beautiful, but it can be said that there is no one who surpasses the Elf King in terms of status and appearance.
Perhaps there is not even one in the entire Middle-earth region.
No wonder my wife has been dead for hundreds of years and no one is worthy of her.
Although she wanted to know how the queen died, she still held back.
Why bother with these things?
So she sighed softly: "Then it has not been easy for your Majesty these past few years."
It is indeed not easy to lead a newborn child and the people to survive in such a difficult environment, and Elleras can tell at a glance The tutor is very good, and he doesn't look like a playboy from an aristocratic family at all.
Thernhill looked at her slightly, and then said leisurely: "The sword is covered with blood.
When the blood dries, it turns into a lump, making it impossible to draw the sword out."
The dark red color turned out to be blood, and there was so much blood.
Seeing her surprised look, Thernhill returned the sword to its scabbard: "It's the blood of my deceased wife and the orcs.
The demons have always wanted to be freed from the seal.
They used many methods and promised the orcs that once the seal is lifted, , giving them more land and enslaving us elves, for which we have been fighting and paying a heavy price.”
It seems that the queen died in the battle, and the price was indeed high.
She regretted a little: "Some time ago, I gave a few orcs a way to survive.
If you know that they are so greedy, you should not let them go."
"Should let it go."
Thernhill came over with the sword in his hand.
Compared with his figure, it was like a dagger.
He stood in front of the bed and said: "Not all orcs are used by the demons.
It would be cruel and unfair if one part of them leads to annihilation."
She smiled faintly: "What is fairness?
When the civet cat catches the gopher, do you think the civet cat should die or the gopher should die?
Natural selection of the fittest will survive.
Without harsh means, the orcs will only join the team of the demons.
Because The elves will be very merciful and may still have a chance to survive.
If the demons and humans unite and win, then they will have no chance of survival.
The reality is that the smart races rule the stupid and the bold.
Enslaves the timid.”
Thernhill stood beside the bed with a smile on his face: "Then if you meet those orcs again, are you going to kill them?
Or not?"
Now I asked her.
These orcs no longer have the slightest ability to resist, and even their life safety is in question.
Are they really going to be killed if they encounter them?
After thinking for a long time, she answered, with a bit of helplessness: " Won't."
Thernhill smiled, and the neat jade shell was exposed in the red and thin lips.
What he said after a slight pause was something else: "Kemariye will help you freshen up later, and then I will announce something on the spot if you are here.
I would be honored."
"What is going to be announced?"
She wanted to know.
This was difficult to guess.
Thernhill held the sword in his hand.
Turning around and walking out: "It's the arrangement you and your friends made in the castle.
You will know then."
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She must have thought that after getting the natural results, they would stay, and she had also said that she would stay.
Since they are staying, it is natural to give them some things to do, necessary positions and so on.
It doesn’t matter what the position is, even if it’s a toilet sweep, anyway, after they bite the fruit, they say goodbye forever.
There is no way that the second floor is still themed on the elves.
Do you want them to fight the demons?
Even if they fight the demons, it will be at least a few hundred years later.
Time will make everything indifferent.
Kemariye came and brought water to wash her body with.
When changing the dressing, she was satisfied with her ability to heal her wounds.
Maybe the water and medicine from the elves were effective.
Although my legs are not healed, it should be fine if I get out of bed and take a few steps.
The wound has clotted, and it doesn't hurt anymore when I wash it with holy water and replace it with new medicine.
The two female elves brought a change of clothes and jewelry: "The king has ordered that today's occasion is very important, please wear it, ladies."
When she saw this, she frowned, why was it the Moonlight Star, the elven family's treasure, and the matching silver-white dress.
Are there people from other lords coming, or something?
Do they need to be dressed so luxuriously?
Since you say wear it, then wear it.
Anyway, if you don’t wear good clothes, it will be useless.
After putting on the skirt, Kemariye carefully picked up the jewelry, walked behind her, and saw the pendant around her neck: "This pendant does not match the moonlight star."
"No, it's a perfect match."
She touched the jet-black feather with her finger: "This pendant represents the morning star.
The moon also depends on the light of the sun, but it only emits its own light.
It is the brightest and most beautiful in the sky.
It cannot be Alternative Star.”
Kaimariye helped her put it on without forcing it.
She stood up and looked in the mirror.
The mirrors here are very tall and modeled after Thurnhill's figure, and the dresses and jewelry are really beautiful.
Thernhill also seems to prefer silver to gold.
Is it to commemorate his deceased wife?
A female elf knocked on the door and entered: "The king came to ask if Ms.
Cheng is ready."
"Okay, just walk slower."
She turned around and walked out with her legs slightly turned.
After not getting out of bed for three days, her feet didn't have much strength.
Kemariye was a smart elf and immediately came to her side to support her.
To go to the main hall, you still have to walk up the steps.
When she limped to the entrance of the hall, she found that almost all the elves had arrived, occupying both sides of the originally spacious hall, leaving only a passage in the middle, even if it was a suspended dry bridge leading to the throne.
The same is true.
Kaimariye let go of her, lowered her head slightly and said, "Please come over."
In the past, most of the water elves were blond and blue-eyed, with only a few dark-haired ones among them.
The wood elves basically stood on the periphery.
Obviously, Kaimariye, who did not have any official position, could not accompany him.
She insisted: "Do you want me to limp over alone?"
"But I..."
Kaimariye looked at the king on the throne who was still nearly ten meters away with embarrassment.
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Thernhill turned his head with pride and looked at the female relatives of the water elves.
But none of the female elves came out, and they didn't know if they didn't understand the "holy intention", so they were still unwilling to go.
So Thernhill stood up: "Do you need my help?"
The voice echoed in the hall.
How to help?
Although the elves behave elegantly and decently.
But she felt that if needed, Thurnhill would come over to "help", so she walked over step by step.
The elves on both sides looked at her with complicated eyes, which were different from when she was fighting the orcs before when she passed through the heavily armed army.
Maybe she was able to participate in this meeting as a foreigner and walked into the core group to express doubts, dissatisfaction or something.
Went under the high throne.
Thurnhill stood on it, lowered his head and smiled: "Are you tired?"
She gasped slightly and replied: "Tired", you must say it afterward, and don't call her out if nothing happens.
Still don’t think you’ve done enough?
Thernhill's smile grew wider, then he raised his head and began: "I'm calling you here today to announce something."
Announce it quickly.
Clean toilets or be the squad leader.
Now she just wanted to go back to bed and continue lying down, standing on her calves and feeling swollen.
Thurnhill said to all the elves present: "As you all know, I have been single for a long time.
In order to respect the late queen, I made it a rule that whoever can draw the queen's sword will be my new queen.
Now the sword has a lady.
"Pull it out" Immediately, there was a "buzzing" buzzing discussion in the hall, and Cheng Qianxun started to have a headache.
He drew out his sword and married anyone.
This Elf King thought it was Fairy Zixia who boasted about Journey to the West.
To prove that the sword has been drawn.
Thernhill drew out the sword bit by bit in front of everyone.
When all the swords were unsheathed, a female elf present fainted, and many water-type female elf faces also looked extremely ugly.
It can make the strong elves faint.
The charm of this king is really quite big.
Thernhill held his sword towards Cheng Qianxun, who would have run away immediately if his legs were good, and said: "Cheng is the one who pulled out the sword."
"No!"
screamed a female elf.
This female elf seemed to have never been seen before.
Most importantly, the gem pendant on her body was no longer something that ordinary nobles could own.
"Princess Island, the rules are the rules.
If you can pull it out at that time, I will definitely keep your promise."
Thernhill also smiled at the princess, but obviously he was nobler and more beautiful, because the princess can have several There are only one king of the elves, but there is only one king.
"But, she..."
The princess's face turned green: "She is a wild girl of unknown origin.
She is not a water elf at all, and she is not worthy of your noble bloodline."
"Pay attention to your manners, the noble Princess of Eslans."
Thernhill pretended to be kind and reminded: "She is proficient in the language of the elves, as far as I know, all the languages.
And hers is not the language of the elves, but the language of the elves."
The God Clan is the branch of the gods where our Elf Clan was born.”
All the nonsense is taken seriously, God, please save her, you are making a big joke.
It must have been in the early stage that she was annoyed by Omrod and said that if she wanted to play, she would play the high-level ones.
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Heaven Realm simply played the big ones.
The princess said angrily: "Why do you say that she is a god?
The god is just a legend.
It comes from nowhere.
It is a god.
I think she is not even a hybrid, but a pure human."
"Please be careful again, don't attack a lady who can draw a sword with words."
Thernhill is still smiling, his face has not changed at all, and his words are gentle and with a bit of royal pride: "I haven't reached the point of being confused. , she can do things that all elves cannot do, she can block tens of thousands of orcs from outside the city, she can fly and has spells, can humans do it?"
The princess was speechless at this time.
The so-called witches and sorcerers were actually trying to make ends meet, and the story of this woman had spread throughout all the lords' territories.
Thernhill looked around and said: "With her ability, we, the elves, will definitely prosper without being harassed by any other tribe.
This is my decision."
None of the elves spoke, but they nodded to each other in recognition.
They don't raise their hands and yell like humans.
An elf wearing a delicate crown and appearing to have a higher status stepped forward: "Congratulations on finding the right one, please accept my sincere wishes."
When the princess heard this, she was so angry that she turned around and walked away.
The wishing elf turned and whispered, "Islanth."
But the princess left without looking back. . .
Damn, it looks like it should be the lord.
The lords have all come out to wish me good wishes.
This is terrible.
How should this scene end?
Thernhill slowly walked down from the top, handed the sword to a guard next to him, and walked towards her step by step, but she was already dumbfounded and stood blankly.
"Cheng" Sernhill lowered his head and looked at her: "Qianxun, please accept my proposal and become my queen."
Her jaw almost dropped at this point.
Heaven must have deliberately played tricks on her, creating a Cinderella fairy tale in which an ordinary girl was proposed by the king.
It's really a fairy tale.
The other party is a real king.
He has a castle and an army, and he is from the elves.
He is several levels higher than the human prince.
Watching Thurnhill take off a "pigeon egg" ring from her little finger, with at least eight carats of gems on it, and was about to hold her hand.
Now I have to wake up even if I don't wake up, and it will be even more difficult to put on the ring.
She quickly retracted her hand: "Your Majesty, you must be mistaken, I have a fiancé."
Give her this reason first to slow her down, it will take time to think of a solution.
Sure enough, Thernhill had already thought of everything.
He said with a smile: "Being able to draw the sword is God's will.
You are destined to be my queen."
If that doesn't work, bring out the gods.
God has ordered this.
Do you have any other opinions?
She hadn't thought of a good reason yet, but she thought that the marriage of the elves was decided by the king and the lord, so she immediately threw it out: "It must be, my fiancé was appointed by the elders of the Gods.
If you want to change the original name of the elders of the Gods, "You must convince him."
You must also think that this reason cannot stop a king who wants to revitalize the elves.
With her, there is a strong protective layer that can stop invading enemies.
And she has already had a deterrent effect on the orcs.
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"This..."
As a king, you cannot break the law, otherwise other elves will obey in the future: "Your god clan is in another world.
We can't go there for the time being, and we can't ask for your clan leader's opinion.
Since you plan to stay We are elves, so we should abide by our rules, so I should decide your marriage."
Oops, this king is really good at sophistry.
After all, he has lived for thousands of years.
Talking to him about tongue twisters and reasoning is like sleeping in a coffin for himself.
At this time, she thought of another way: "But I am still a god and have not joined your elf family.
Even if I am a guest and should abide by it, it is an ordinary law, not a marriage.
And Your Majesty, when you tell me a rule, you must It’s for elven ladies.”
Needless to say what follows, if it were a human and the orc drew his sword, would you also marry: