The tree house was quiet. Kelebdill, who was standing at the window and turning to look at Charles, looked sincere and respectful, but Charles only felt that he might have heard it wrong.

"Are you kidding?" he couldn't help but say.

"If you think so." The other party said, walked to Shire, raised his hand to stroke his chest, knelt on one knee, and repeated again:

"The 103 Nando ethnic groups of the seven rivers hope to be loyal to you forever and regard you as the monarch of all the people of the Nando ethnic group. Kelebdir swore in the name of the stars, and all the above are true."

"But I'm not the Nando."

"You are the Taylors." Kelebdill said: "Please forgive me, Charles, for being cautious, I have left the Land of Seven Rivers to investigate your life experience, you..."

He hesitated, but finally said: "Maybe you have no memory of this, but your father is Eor of the Sinda tribe, and the predecessor of the Sinda tribe was the Taylori tribe. You should know that the Nando tribe is actually a branch of the Taylori tribe."

As he said that, seeing Charles was speechless for a moment, he added: "Besides, we don't care about this at all. No matter which clan you are, they are always the same as us."

Because he is still "young", Charles doesn't understand this very much. But in fact, the elves do not care about this.

The Nando tribe split into the Tayloris among the three ancient migratory groups. In fact, according to the original trajectory, the descendant of the Nando tribe, the Sirvan elves, would even choose the two Sindda tribes to become their two kings in the early next era.

One of these two is Thrandil's father, Legolas' grandfather, a Cinda elves named Olophael.

The other one is Lorien's first king, Amdil. However, this one's inheritance has been cut off in his son's generation.

So much so that the Kingdom of Roryn was later ruled by Galadriel (Kellandriel), who was born in the Nordo tribe, and her husband, Kellerborn of the Cinda tribe until the Lord of the Rings.

So, this is a "post-discipline".

But in fact, the same is true in this era. More than a hundred years later, some green elves in the Seven Rivers will obey the orders of a certain Sinda princess's human husband and the new king of the Sinda clan.

Not only the Green Elfs, but also many of the Sindal clans, as the largest tribe of Berreand, have not surrendered to the Kingdom of Grey Elf, but served under the command of many royal tribes of Nodo.

After the construction of the hidden kingdom Gondolin was completed, tens of thousands of Sindal elves chose to join the Nodo royal family and become their citizens - more than the Nodo elves who followed him.

The main reason for the above is that the king has high prestige, strong ability, and "toughness".

But no elves consider the race.

This concept may be because the elves are almost immortal, remembering the various things in the age of stars. It may also be because the ethnic group is just something similar to the birthplace for the elves. In short, it is not consistent with some inherent impressions of Charles.

Shire didn't understand for a moment, but he didn't worry about this, but got up and helped Calebdill up. After looking at his slender arms, he couldn't help but say again: "But I'm not yet an adult."

"Age does not limit our evaluation of you. I have said that in the past ten years you have proved your ability and have enough prestige to become a king. This is something that all the other elves of the Nando tribe lack. What's more, I heard of many of your deeds outside the Seven Rivers not long ago, and those things are impossible to do even if I am 1923 years old." The other party answered sincerely.

"But why is it me? I mean, you really don't have anyone else to choose?"

"If so, then the land of Seven Rivers would have already had a new king, and it would not be delayed until now."

Kelebdill replied bitterly, then said seriously: "I know this is indeed sudden for you, but I don't think there is much time left for us. The encirclement of the Nordo tribes in the north is not reliable, and this has been confirmed in those two things ten years ago. I don't know when the danger will break out, but the Nando elves must be united as soon as possible, otherwise there will be no resistance!"

Charles wanted to say what had anything to do with me. But thinking about his leisurely life over the past ten years and those ugly orcs, he could not completely put himself out of the matter.

It's just that he wants to give up his original goal and stay here, but that's impossible.

For Charles, becoming an elf king is just a good name, but in fact he will be distracted and will not be of much help to his personal strength growth.

So after a moment of silence, he shook his head: "Sorry, I didn't think about becoming a king here or somewhere, and I had no interest in it."

"Why?" Calebdill couldn't help asking.

"There is no reason, different opinions, different ideas, and different goals." Shire replied.

"Don't you hate the orcs?" The other party's voice was excited.

"I'll kill them if possible," said Charles, "but obviously it won't be now, nor as a king."

"What's wrong with being a king? If you can form an army of the Nando tribe, we will become your sword and shield!"

But it is more likely to be a drag.

Charles answered secretly, but he didn't say it directly, just shook his head again.

...

The reason why Charles refused to be the king was very simple, and he did not want to worry about all kinds of trivial matters.

What is obvious is that it takes a lot of effort and time to gather a fragmented group together.

With this time, he might as well study the many knowledge in his mind. Although his hope is a little weak, it is simpler and more direct.

Relatively speaking, stepping into a strange and cognitive field to develop so-called forces is obviously just a presumptuous fantasy.

Commander, govern, govern, govern, government affairs, and even power disputes...

Unless you are a tyrant or a puppet, you will not be easily.

After ten years, Charles still had a lot of feelings for this place, so he naturally would not be a so-called tyrant.

As for the puppet? Or mascot?

Charles thought that this was not bad. The other party probably had this kind of mind and wanted to rely on his reputation to quickly gather the entire clan.

But thinking about it, there is no need for this.

For so long, he has learned almost all the knowledge of the Nando tribe and his body has grown to a certain level. So recently he has been considering leaving here and going to the dwarf to learn forging.

If he really said that there was a danger coming soon, he would not turn a blind eye. Just be a mascot and be a mascot. At worst, he would have to spend some time and effort.

Anyway, he is still in his growth stage, and what he doesn't lack the least is time.

But the attack ten years ago seemed to him just an accident.

In the southeast corner of Bereander, far away from the disputes in the north, what dangers are these green elves in the deep mountains and forests?

There are also the Nodo tribe and even the Xinda tribe in front of the sky falling.

...

Charles' view is actually correct.

Natural terrain and river protection. According to the original development of the incident, the remote place of the Seven Rivers, which is close to the Blue Mountains, is that Middle-earth has not been affected by war in the first era. After the collapse of the Nodo and the Sindda army, it even became a elves refuge.

But he obviously couldn't imagine how much impact his past existence had on the world, nor would he think about how great the butterfly effect would be.
Chapter completed!