Thrandir stopped immediately.

Seeing the two stop, Morgan continued, "The dwarves are not stupid."

"Although Thorin Oak Shield is infected with illness, he has a clear mind."

"His Majesty Thrandil, your army is eyeing you, he...he dares to risk war so blatantly, and he is unwilling to give up even a single gold coin's wealth."

"Don't you... don't you think it's a bit... strange..."

Morgan continued to speak, but felt that these few words were getting heavier and heavier.

It seems that there is an obscure shadow in the spirit.

It made his thoughts confused, turbid, heavy, and miserable.

However, Morgan was still persevering, trying his best to keep speaking quickly and gritted his teeth: "Maybe..."

But as soon as I opened my mouth this time, I felt an unparalleled sense of fear coming from the darkness.

Let Morgan clearly realize that as long as he dares to continue talking, something terrifying will definitely happen next.

So Morgan shut up.

"Maybe something?"

The elf king Thrandil turned his head and looked at Morgan and asked.

"Maybe I just thought too much."

Morgan shook his head and said, stopping speaking.

The Elf King said lightly: "It seems that you don't know them enough."

"Their greed has long been deeply rooted in their spiritual bloodline!"

After saying that, the Elf King turned around and walked towards the River Valley Town.
Chapter completed!