[Comprehensive] I see the king walking the deer every day

The Elven King hadn't actually considered this kind of thing before.For example, sensing something through something, or tracking the location of a girl or a big horned deer.In short, in the past few thousand years, he has never done this.

Of course, no one had secretly plucked his hair before, treated it, sealed it in a stick, and used it to cast magic from time to time.Every time that guy uses some kind of magic, the Elf King feels that the magic power in his body also jumps up. Although the other party is not borrowing his hair to extract his power, but uses it as a medium to stimulate her own magic power, but the Elf King Always feel uncomfortable.

That guy... would always cause him all kinds of trouble, even after he left.Can't you honestly get out once?He told her to leave when he was beating the orcs, and told her to leave when he was in the eyes of Melkor, but she just refused to leave and caused all kinds of troubles, which made him uneasy.Then he disappeared without saying a word, and after he disappeared, he obviously came back and did not come to look for him. He sneaked into the castle alone in the middle of the night, left a blood book for no reason, and left.If you really want to go, you can go away, but you have to use his hair to make a staff or something, and shake him every once in a while.And when he finally couldn't bear it any longer, and planned to sense what was going on with that thing, this guy got another extremely evil thing to block the sense!

What is this bastard thinking?Believe it or not, after catching it, I will chop you up with a knife!

The elf king calmed down his anger for a long time on the top of the castle.His character is irritable and irritable. Although after becoming a king, because of the constraints of the crown, he will try his best to suppress his bad temper, but the big horned deer has the ability to offend people. It's amazing, let's see how Antal was bullied by it?Even Grant, who has always been good-natured, has been complaining about the big horned deer recently, because he learned from Clarkt the day before yesterday that the flowered deer has always called him "the head guard of the garbage cleaning elf".

Poor Grant almost cried when he knew this name, because he was not an elf who cleaned up garbage at all, but a steward and herald next to the elf king.

In short, the Elf King was very angry with Hualu for a time.But beyond that, the curiosity and exploration of it (her) also occupied a large space in his heart.She can use witchcraft and can turn into animals. Is she a Maya?Or just a wizard?What is her purpose of sneaking into the elf castle?What are those weird scenes he saw in his memory before?Things that have never been seen in Middle-earth...

All kinds of doubts troubled the Elf King, but what couldn't go away was the girl's firm eyes.Regardless of whether she is in the form of a deer or a human, her eyes are so clear, under the cowardly appearance hides bravery and strength... But of course, more often than not, she is just so silly!

The evil aura faintly coming from the northeast made the Elf King feel uneasy, especially the aura echoed by some kind of power in the lonely mountain.He couldn't help mobilizing his magic power again, trying to sense the magic wand beside a certain girl.

Hundreds or thousands of miles away, at the foot of the lonely mountain, the dwarves are having a night of carnival with a human girl.On their tables were mugs of ale and wine.

Compared with the dwarves who never drink a thousand glasses, Jo's alcohol capacity is surprisingly poor, and she is completely drunk after only a few sips.But this guy's disadvantage - or the advantage is: she won't collapse after getting drunk, she will only become more excited than before!

"Come on, drink! Today we are all mushrooms, and we will never give up until we grow into bamboo shoots!" Joe raised his wine glass and yelled with his tongue out.A dwarf next to him also drank too much, but he disapproved when he heard this:

"It's nice to be a dwarf. I don't want to be a bamboo shoot. Layer by layer, it's not delicious at all."

"That's you...can't eat!" Joe cried. "You haven't seen bamboo shoots in October. They are the prettiest and cutest bamboo shoots in the world! Even an elf wouldn't make them. Anyway ,Continued Cup!"

bump!Several dwarves came to clink glasses with her, and the foam overflowed the rim of the huge wooden cup. The dwarves drank very generously, spilling wine all over their bodies and beards.Although Joe was very drunk, he still remembered the basic banquet etiquette. Everyone was staggering, and he still remembered how to sip delicately, which made everyone laugh wildly. Even Thorne, who was sitting at the table eating quietly, watched She laughed.At this time, the wand that was placed on the table started to move again, and Joe stopped holding the wine glass, and his mind suddenly turned back.Several dwarves had gathered around the wand curiously and asked, "Joe, what is this?"

"Ah, you ask this? This... this is..." Qiao pinched his chin and pondered for a while, then suddenly had an idea, pointed to the body of the stick and the ring and said, "This is——my musical instrument!"

"A musical instrument? I think it's a stick and a ring?" A dwarf with a brown beard showed disbelief. Joe felt that he was underestimated and was very angry.She walked to the table with strides, pushed a few dwarves away politely, raised her hand and pointed at the table, only to hear a few "bang bang bang bang bang" sounds, and several pieces of wood drilled out of the table continuously, It formed a circle, enclosing the wand and the ring.Joe fetched some more goblets, and placed them upside down around the wand.She also took the other dwarves with rings on their hands, and put them all next to the wand.

In this way, because the wand is constantly moving, it will hit those cups and rings, etc., making various sounds.Especially when it hits the sapphire ring, the sound is particularly crisp and pleasant, and it is different every time.Strange to say, the wand moved very violently, knocking the wine glasses and other objects in the circle, crackling and flying around, but the sapphire ring seemed to have taken root, tightly covering the wand, letting the latter No matter how you shake it, you can't shake it off.

"Look, this is my musical instrument, it will play automatically!" Joe said proudly when he heard the messy crashing sound of the wand after finishing all the work.Most of the dwarves also drank too much, and they all agreed with her words. Those who didn't drink too much didn't take it seriously, and started playing music with the impact sounds.Joe was booed by a group of dwarves and went to invite Thorne to dance. The dwarf prince is usually used to being serious in front of everyone, but today he drank a little more and had a rare smile on his face.He accepted Joe's invitation, but insisted on dancing men's step, and because he seldom danced before and his skills were unfamiliar, he stepped on Joe's feet many times.

Anyway, it was a merry evening for Jo and the dwarves.

But it was a terrible night for the Elf King.He worked hard for half the night, but he still couldn't connect with that magic wand. Not only that, but later, an inexplicable tyrannical emotion of wanting to beat someone rose in his heart...

It's strange, why are you so restless today?The Elf King himself also felt a little inexplicable. At this time, Grant came to report that there was a guest, please, and the Elf King stopped tracking the wand, adjusted his mood and returned to the castle, and received the special guest from afar. The gray-robed wizard who came - Mithrandil.

Mythrandil is a Sindarin word meaning "Saint in Grey".Of course, it is said that some humans, dwarves or hobbits called the gray-robed wizard "Gandalf", but that has nothing to do with Thranduil.In short, Mithrandil's visit this time was partly due to his own wishes, but the Elf King also implicitly expressed his kindness to him—he had some things that he needed to seek answers from the gray-robed wizard.

The two sides exchanged friendly greetings in the castle, and then the gray-robed wizard tried to explain his purpose—he had recently felt a powerful evil force.But the Elf King made a quicker sound before he could speak. He asked the gray robe, among the wizards who came to Middle-earth today, is there a big-horned deer-like figure who likes to turn into a girl?

"As far as I know, there is no such person." The gray robe wizard replied, "Among us, the only one who likes to be close to animals is Redagast, the brown robe wizard, but he is a rather old man. Although the character of the wizard is a bit weird, it is absolutely impossible to turn into a big horned deer or a girl. Based on your description, I guess that the girl is more likely to be a shapeshifter."

The Elf King was noncommittal about his answer. He didn't think that flower deer was a shapeshifter at all. After all, her transformation was perfect, and the most important thing was that she was capable of witchcraft.The gray-robed wizard was full of doubts, but he had more important things to do now, so he had to put these aside, trying to tell the Elf King what he felt.

"Some strange things seem to have happened recently. I feel a powerful evil force in the Lonely Mountain—it's even different from Sauron's black magic power. It's something newly rising, and I can feel its unwillingness Lonely, it is about to grow! And I have a vague premonition that there is a source of evil that seems to come from you, respected Lord of the Jungle, Elf King Thranduil, can you tell me what happened to you recently? What's the matter?"

"A group of half-orcs came to attack my castle, so I helped remove their dirty heads." The Elf King said lightly, "There are also some spiders who always try to cross the border and come to the jungle to look for food. They The numbers have been disgustingly high lately."

"That's all?" The gray-robed wizard frowned, "I think you seem to be hiding something from me."

"The elves of the forest have a right to their private affairs, Mr. Wizard."

"Thranduil, you really shouldn't use this attitude to deal with a wizard who is sincerely concerned about the safety of your people. If something happens to the Lonely Mountain, not only the Long Lake will suffer, but the big dense forest will also suffer. There will be repercussions. I hear you've been picking on wine from Riverdale lately, and a few barrels of wine doesn't seem worth a jungle lord running over in person. I still want to ask you again, in the jungle Did something happen? Or, some strange characters appeared?"

"..." The Elf King remained silent.His mind echoed the spiders that all gathered forward when traveling, the countless wine glasses that shattered with the force of his fingers, the apples on the lid of the well of the mind that were easily picked up, and hidden in the shadows that only he could see little figure.

After a long time, the Elven King raised his head.

"Nothing strange," he replied.