Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 384 My Past 9

I hugged her tightly, eager to draw the warmth I needed from her body.

"Did Thranduil bully you?"

Narcissa's tone was slightly cold.

I looked into her eyes.

Eager to see even the slightest hint of guilt in it.

not at all.

She was expressing her true feelings, even with a hint of anger.

"Has Thranduil gone mad?"

I'll tell her the whole story.

"Orophiel used his last bit of strength to strengthen the restrictions on the elven territory. Even if I use your identity and finally get together with Thranduil, I can't get close to the mother tree and live with him..."

When Oropher's life was about to end, in order to prevent the two from getting together, he did not choose to return to the mother tree and be reborn as an elf again, but chose to sleep forever.

"You've done enough for us..." She felt sweet and soft, which made people feel at ease.

A determination appeared in her eyes.

"Don't do anything stupid! Otherwise, I will send you directly to Thranduil's bed!" I threatened harshly.

"You!" Narcissa blushed.

In this life, the two of them are innocent and have never had any physical contact.

At most, it's just holding hands and hugging.

Thranduil was very worried that Narcissa's body was not strong enough to withstand his elven power.

Treat her with the same care as if she were fragile porcelain.

"You and Thranduil love each other. As long as the wedding is not held in the holy land of the elves, there will be no problem. As for your future life... there is more than one mother tree deep in the forbidden forest..."

Thranduil and Narcissa have lived in this world since they were born.

I am different. The elves live in the depths of the Black Forest in Albania and near the German vampire castle.

Oropher is dead, but the barrier he set up only targets the holy land of the elves here. It can be broken by changing a residence. There is no need to stick to the old ways and step into an infinite cycle of death.

Maybe, I can make some changes by coming here, and it will be worth the trip.

"You mean...migration?"

A gleam of light flashed in Thranduil's eyes.

Wizards, dwarves, and elves are all scrambling for resources.

With war raging, it was no big deal for the elves to migrate along with it.

After Oropher's death, Thranduil naturally took over the throne.

Under his strict governance, the elves recuperated, regained vitality, became brave and good at fighting, and improved their overall strength.

"You mean, I take Xixi and the other elves away from here, and this place will be left to you from now on?"

"Narcissa, you can live as me, and you can migrate to an area that is more suitable for living and reproduction. Also, the spiritual energy here is not very abundant, so the succession ceremony of the new Elf King can also be held in the new Elf territory..."

"You have arranged everything for me..." Thranduil was not angry, but he seemed to have never changed his habit of being harsh in his words.

"Do you agree? If you agree, tell Narcissa as soon as possible to reassure her..."

"You two have a love that is stronger than gold..." For some reason, I could see jealousy in his eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense, that's used to describe a couple!"

"You live together every day, you are almost like a couple!"

"From now on, the only person living with Narcissa will be you..."

"Of course." He was very proud in his heart and rarely refrained from saying anything bad.

"Xixi said that I should be polite to you..." A blush appeared on his fair complexion.

"And thank you..."