[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

Olivier's life returned to peace after sending away the two little wizards.

The Prince of the Jungle doesn't like a busy life. Maybe there will be some elves as lively as Legolas, but there are also some elves like Olivier who are not very willing to move.He even has the habit of staying in bed until now. This behavior habit is left when he frequently goes to the human world to do business. It is not as suitable for all seasons as the dense forest. Their winters are always cold, and the warmest is always In the quilt, and this habit was also called by Thranduil as "a bad habit infected by humans".

But early this morning, Olivier got up, even though he was still in a daze.

The reason is that Barton, who was holding the window frame and playing with the leaves by himself, woke up Olivier early in the morning and told him that Thranduil had something to tell him, which made Olivier I had to get up early, God, you know, the sun hasn't even risen yet.

The beautiful bird was obviously enjoying itself, watching Olivier's bare shoulders jump happily.

"I wore pajamas before going to bed, Barton, don't complain to Ada, or I'll tie you up drunk and throw you to Legolas." Olivier stretched out his hand to straighten his long light brown hair, his voice Light, with the vapor of just waking up.

The leaf in Barton's mouth was dropped by himself. He is very smart, and the bird that can be favored by the Elf King must be the best bird in the dense forest.Olivier's words obviously made Barton a little panicked. You know, he is not afraid of drinking. It doesn't hurt that the bird favored by the king of the jungle likes to drink some fine wine, but being thrown to Legolas is not a fun thing.

The little prince is lively and active. He even pulled out Barton's beautiful tail feathers just to decorate his hat!

Seeing Barton tightly shut his mouth, Olivier nodded in satisfaction, reached out to pick up the robe on the side and put it on his body.Searching around the bed, the Prince of the Jungle found the blue velvet pajamas that had been thrown out in a ball.

It looks so pathetic.Olivier picked up the pajamas, shook them off and was about to stuff them into the cabinet.

Barton immediately yelled, his elf language was obviously not bad: "Throw it away, it's dirty, you can't put it back!"

Olivier glanced at him: "I like this."

"But if you do this, His Majesty will not like it!"

"You don't tell me, I don't tell you, no one will know." Olivier obviously knew Thranduil's temper, but he would not dispose of things he likes casually. The Prince of the Jungle walked slowly to the window, Bending down and staring into Barton's eyes, "Shut your mouth, my lovely Barton."

Barton stared at him, with an attitude of preferring death to submission.

"The last one I asked to shut up was Smaug, the little red dragon, oh, he's a nice cub, isn't he?"

As an intelligence agent next to Thranduil, Barton knew about Smaug, and he even knew many things that Thranduil didn't want to know. For example, Olivier used his scabbard to kill the vicious little red dragon His head hit the ground.

Barton covered his mouth with his beautiful wings, and flew away as if fleeing. Olivier yawned, and hung the blue pajamas back in the closet.

After changing into a decent robe, Olivier strode out of the room after tidying himself up.

Although Thranduil doesn't need sleep, the Elven King still likes to enjoy it. For example, now, he leans on the soft sofa and drinks a glass of gin.Obviously not suitable for too strong wine in the morning, this is enough.

When Olivier entered the door, the Elf King casually stretched out his hand and pointed to the seat in front of him: "Come here, Olivier."

The Prince of the Jungle walked over with a smile. He didn't have any weapons on his body, only a dagger behind his back, which was obviously beneficial for Olivier to nest himself into the cushions of the sofa.

For Olivier's sitting posture, the Elven King has no requirements. He hopes that his son will live a refined and decent life, but he does not ask him to wrong himself.

Thranduil's son was forever insulated from that word.

Putting the gin on the small table beside him, the Elf King licked off the sweet liquid from the corners of his lips, then picked up the silver flagon and poured it into an empty cup, and said slowly: "It will be winter in a while. , that is the season dwarves like, and I think we need to prepare for the arrival of the dwarves."

Olivier nodded, he didn't forget about the Lone Mountain dwarf going through the dense forest, in fact he remembered everything about Thranduil very clearly: "Yes, start planting trees now, combined with the rapid The spell of growth should come in time."

Thranduil put down the flagon and looked at Olivier.Prince of the Jungle blushed, but in fact Olivier didn't know that he would have such a reaction, so he just reached for the glass of gin without seeing Thranduil's eyes on his face Played a few laps.

After taking a big sip, Olivier is no longer afraid of this kind of wine that is not strong, and feels more comfortable. He put down his glass and looked at Thranduil, only to find that the Elven King's expression was a little more forgiving. Olivier is not unfamiliar with this look of interest, he often looks at himself when he was a child with this look, and he also looks at Legolas in this way.

But it often happens when they do something stupid, such as accidentally falling on the ground, or turning around seven or eight times in place to chase a beautiful bird.

Is there something wrong with the clothes I'm wearing?Olivier looked down at himself, a little inexplicable.

"Bring Alves, he will give you some advice." Thranduil turned his eyes away, but the joy in his expression still did not dissipate, even though the emotion was too faint to be noticed, "But his advice you need Choose, my son, Alves has a smart head, but he only focuses on one field."

Olivier nodded, agreed, and decided to go back later to change his belt of broken gems.

Thranduil has always been satisfied with Olivier's obedience and intelligence, which can always save him a lot of trouble.In stark contrast to Olivier is Legolas, the little prince's lively and active nature makes him always ask why.

Why is there always no sunshine in the dense forest?Why is my eye color different from ada's?Why can't Olivier sleep with me anymore?

It is a joy to have a smart little guy, but it is also a headache if the elf cub is too curious.

The elf king, who had spent nearly 30 days with the little prince every day for the growth of Legolas, felt a little headache when he thought of this. Maybe his eldest son's gentle and soft temper was tempered in this way.However, Thranduil has no intention of letting go, after all, he can do anything well, and naturally he can also take care of his little prince.

That was the jewel of the jungle, and he deserved the best.

After drinking the gin, Olivier stood up and prepared to leave.

"Olivier," Thranduil called out to Olivier before he left the room. The elf king was still sitting on the sofa, drawing with his fingertips on the rim of the wine glass, with a deep and magnetic voice, "Humans Your lifespan is forever short like dew, but you will have an endless life."

Olivier heard what Thranduil meant, but he knew exactly what Thranduil meant.

Don't get involved with humans, it's not worth it.

The elf prince lowered his head and said respectfully: "I understand, ada, I will have people seal off the depths of the dense forest, and no entry or exit is allowed."

Thranduil nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, and told Olivier to step back.

As the door closed, Thranduil's hand left the wine glass.He looked towards the window and said softly, "Barton."

The golden bird flapped its wings and flew in, landed on Thranduil's shoulder, and obediently rubbed the Elf King's long golden hair.

"Notify the guards to bury all the human corpses, as well as the elf guard who talked to Olivier," Thranduil's voice paused, "Send it to guard the spiders and come back after 50 years."

Barton chirped, very cute and cute.

Thranduil curled his mouth and pointed to the wine glass beside him.Barton cheered, flew over with flapping wings, and plunged in directly.

He is probably the only bird in the jungle who likes to drink, but he is quite suitable for the king of the jungle who likes good wine.

Thranduil was still sitting on the sofa, looking at the haze outside the window with a calm expression, without any emotion or anger.

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I came to the only way from the lonely mountain to the human world. It was a road northeast of the dense forest. Most of the people who walked here were elves in the dense forest, and they traded from here.Occasionally, humans or dwarves will pass by, and most of the elves will let them go without blocking them.

But for the sake of more benefits, the dense forest is now going to declare sovereignty over this road.

It is useless for anyone to protest. Since ancient times, the dense forest has had sovereignty over this place, and there is no doubt about it.

Olivier undertook the task of digging pits for the dwarves... oh no, it was the task of planting trees, so it was natural to dispatch personnel.

Most of the life in the dense forest is self-sufficient. The elves are not good at trading. Their food basically depends on the plants in the dense forest. This also makes the dense forest elves grateful for the gifts of nature every day.As for money, they basically have no concept, but occasionally forge some weapons in exchange for money in their spare time.

And this seemingly leisurely life has changed a lot since Thranduil succeeded to the throne.Thranduil is different from the old elf king. His desire for fine wine and precious stones is well known in the world, and after experiencing several wars, Thranduil deeply feels that the bodies of the jungle elves are far inferior to those of other races. Strong, they are agile, but also fragile, so Thranduil had to find a way to earn money to forge golden armor to protect his elf soldiers.

It is precisely because of this that Alves, who is good at business and financial management, is particularly important.

He helped the dense forest develop various ways to make money, and used shops all over Middle-earth to help the Elf King amass money.In just a few hundred years, the dense forest has changed from being poor and backward to being rich and luxurious, and the elves found that the era when they used to cherish wooden bottles is gone forever, and now even crystal bottles can be thrown away with one At that time, he was even more enthusiastic about the construction of dense forests.

Olivier doesn't like Alves' mercenary, but he is not old-fashioned. From Alves, he sees the power of money, which is a kind of magic, enough to make people addicted.

At this time, Olivier was standing on the edge of the dense forest, looking at the elves in the dense forest who were moving saplings and chanting spells. Standing beside him was a smiling Alves.

The black-haired elf has a warm smile and shrewd eyes. Everything is a commodity and can be traded.

It's not a flattering sprite, but it works well enough.Olivier looked at him with a calm expression.