It was a peaceful land, where the magnificent tomb of Frerett I was buried, at the foot of Mount Green, under the greenery and the vastness of the sky, and the young Frerett II smiled strangely alone at the tomb of his father.

Young Wood stood behind his royal brother, but his expression was different. Tears on his immature face almost wet his luxurious clothes.

Legral silently looked at the new monarch of the Wood Elf Kingdom in front of him vigilantly, and that smile did not belong to the expression that a young Wood Elf who had just come of age should have.

"Brother Wang, the death of my father, who loved us, is already bad news, but why did you drive my second brother Witt out of the court! Uncle Legral said that Snowdor in the south is a barren land of ice and snow! He's going to freeze to death in the snow! Wood's voice echoed in Legral's mind, a deep fear of the unknown, and Legral struggled to suppress the feeling of depression in his heart.

"Love our Father. Our father. What a good father! The birth of this lowly breed of Samarath was the result of the actions of a good father! The young Frerett II turned, and his blue eyes were no longer the politeness that had been forced, but the unmistakable ambition.

"Your Majesty, Prince Wood is your dearest brother." Legral bowed his head suddenly, and fell to his knees on the ground, and for a moment his knees were as illusory as if they did not belong to him.

"My mentor has told me that you and my brothers have done a lot of things behind my back! Now that my father has passed away, I finally have the opportunity to tell me about it. Slowly liquidate. Friedrich II shook off his robes, paying no attention to Legral as he was prostrate on the ground and young Wood behind him.

Young Wood's tears rolled in his eyes, and he was silent without saying a word, but Legral knelt down behind Wood, and with great difficulty raised his hands and shouted to Frevice II, who was about to leave, "Blood is thicker than water, you are both the blood of the previous king, O son of Forrestal!" Your Majesty! ”

"Of course I do. You useless nasty henchman! Fredet II turned his head, and his contemptuous words startled Legral's heart.

Some of the sad green images seem to have suddenly been dyed a cruel blood red.

"Old General! Old general! The voice of the call seemed to come from a distant time and space that did not belong to that world, Legral snorted softly, and when he came back to his senses, there was already a stream of blood around him, and the young prince Wood was long gone, only the stumps and severed arms of goblins and wood elves stacked on top of each other, and a black shadow surged in the depths of the dense forest in the surrounding war.

"Squire Setarman! Protect Your Majesty! Legral shouted, he recognized this place, this was the northern end of the White Dragon's Blood River south of the Arar Valley, and the goblins who had attacked it were setting fire everywhere.

"Ah, my legs!" A screaming voice rang in Legral's ears, coming from his not far north, "Leave me alone! Leglar! Protect Your Majesty! ”

Legral jerked his head, and a giant beast jumped in front of him with the strong goblin with red eyes, and swung out a mace with a terrifying shape, followed by a painful feeling of brittle bones.

"Mentor, mentor!" The sound was like a hammer through the heavens, more like a hand reaching out from beyond the sky, pulling his soul out of the heavy world.

With a long sigh, Legral's eyes slowly opened, and the time and space of the transition seemed to tear his body apart, and the piercing pain made his eyes clear quickly, and he only felt that his lips were almost dry.

"Crodir, water, water!" Legral recognized the man who had woken him up from the nightmare, and he tried to sit up, but one arm was no longer sensational.

"Old General." It was a gentle touch, and the fiery palm supported his back, and Legral looked up to see that the pair of thick eyebrows on the square broad face resembled the two crescents common in the night sky.

"Chief, is there any chance that my mentor's left arm will be recovered?" Crodil looked at Alec who was holding Legral with anticipation, "You bring back the consciousness of the old general from the brink of death, you will definitely be able to help the old general's right arm regain life." ”

Alec's expression was a little stiff, he didn't speak, just nodded slightly, it seemed like an ambiguous answer to Claudir's question, he just slowly uncovered the linen that Legral had bandaged on his left arm, and then took a bowl of red clay from Tatek beside him, and applied it to the wound on Legral's left arm.

"The recovery is not bad. It can only be said that there is hope. As for how great this hope is, it depends on the old general's own will. Alec then bandaged a strip of clean linen around Legral's left arm, and that skilful technique was in itself an art of life.

"Ah, you are the admirable Gilberg Patriarch Alec. Thank you for saving my life as an old man. Legral's sanity gradually came to his senses, but his crisp lips and pale face still didn't look much better.

"Old General, our Gilberg clan has existed so far, thanks to the timely support of your Wood Elven friends in Erwinia, I, Alec, will definitely do my best to save your left arm, your left arm was pierced by seven or eight black iron spikes, injuring the bones of your left arm, if it was in your Erwinia, maybe your arm would really be useless, I have sucked out the toxins attached to the wounded area for you, and found a clay of dark red alfalfa for you that can only be found in autumn in the Highland Mountains. This is our Gilberg's healing herb, Alex's gift to us Highland Mountain Centaurs. ”

"No wonder my dreams are full of green and red images." Legral forced a smile.

"Even in his dreams, the old general is constantly fighting to the death against evil. I remember that when I called you, you kept shouting 'ЗКеаг, ыадо・кем!' ’。 Alec smiled kindly at Legral as he handed the empty bowl to Tatek behind him, motioning for him to stand down.

"I've been through countless battles in my life, so that the people of the Wood Elves can live in peace, and now we must do everything in our power to support you, my allies, and to support ourselves, we in Erwinia and these gray-skinned goblins have always been incompatible, and regard these guys as eternal evil. So even if I die, I, Legral, will never blink! Legral was in good spirits when he regained consciousness, and although the pain had numbed his left arm, his voice was still as loud as ever.

"Well, it's a pity that we in Gilberg can't afford to reclaim the occupied town of Goodbay anymore, and Iron Mine Ridge is now full of makeshift outposts set up by goblins and lizardmen." Alec's expression suddenly became very lost, and he couldn't help but shake his head at the thought of the injured Tatek.

"As long as you live, there is hope! Brave Chief! The Second Cavalry Squadron of the Wood Elf Forbidden Army I brought with me should not have suffered too much damage, and it should not be a problem to recover the Iron Mine Ridge on the opposite side of the Highland Mountain, although my arm was injured, this student of mine can take my place. Legral stretched out his right arm and clasped Crodir's hand.

"Although the goblins and lizardmen were defeated for a while. The whereabouts of Kosi Bonack, the lord of the Black Temple, are also unknown. But the Mitaunos down the hill are not easy to deal with. If they join the goblins and lizardmen in attacking the mountain again, we are definitely no match for them. Alec smiled wryly and waved his hand, "Our god Alex has already shown his divine power for us once, even gods will always rest." ”

"Your great gods will. At least His Excellency Glenn, Earl of Sheffield, has sent a messenger for help to the Duke of Ella in Entle, the Trians are our allies, and must also know the importance of the Highland Mountain, Iron Ore Ridge, and Gudebay line, they will definitely not sit idly by, not to mention the support that we need at the same time as Elvinia and Gilberg, if they break their oath, all their friends will leave them, Duke Ella is a smart man. The minotaurs down the hill were left to the Trians to deal with. Legral spoke with confidence.

"But if you hand over those Mitaunos, who are more than ten feet tall, to the Trians to fight, they will definitely suffer heavy losses." Alec frowned, as if he had seen the Mitaunos fall with their axes, and the human heads rolled to the ground one by one, and the blood gushed out directly into the weeds beside the road.

"There will always be sacrifices in war. In order to break through the resistance of the minotaurs on the seven turns and eight turns, the soldiers on our horseback tore a breakthrough gap for us with their lives, and didn't the soldiers of the Wood Elf Forbidden Army who stayed there to continue the battle also paid a terrible price to win us precious time to rescue Gilberg? But it is a necessary sacrifice. They died honorably, and their souls will return to the bosom of Forest Forrestal. Legral's old carved face was pale, but his serious expression exuded a solemn atmosphere as if he was in the battlefield, and it was obvious that he had a clear idea of the plan for his next move, "Chief Alec must not want to see more innocent people being slaughtered by evil, so that the Trians will not suffer a serious setback, we will have to restore your confidence, and we will help you recover the Iron Ore Ridge, so that our Forbidden Army cavalry and your Gilberg warriors can be fed, And the condescending posture will give our cavalry and you Gilberg's charge an advantage. When Duke Ella's Trian army comes to their aid, they won't be alone, and the three of us will converge into a torrent of swords, guns, and spears to banish evil from the land! ”

"I hope it works." Alec's heart warmed, "I have to say that the old general's suggestion is the best way to do it at the moment." At least it's much better than being trapped on this mountain. ”

"Crodil obeys the order, the second cavalry squadron of the Wood Elf Forbidden Army is temporarily under your command, and you must fully cooperate with Chief Alec to recover the Iron Mine Ridge as soon as possible. Before I can walk on the ground! You're running out of time, Crodir! Legral patted his student's hand, looking at him with a fatherly trust in his eyes.

"Yes, Mentor, student Crodil is not up to the task! Before you can walk in the ground, you'll see a clean iron ore ridge with no goblins or lizardmen! Crodil let go of Legral's grip and stood up from the stone bed where Legral had sat up, giving Legral a confident reply with his head held high.