Fredet II, the king of the Elwinian Wood Elf Kingdom, was panting and lying on the bed in the palace of Unico Horte, his forehead oozed beads of sweat, his pale yellow hair had already been wet with sweat, the pure silver carvings on the bronzing sleepers were also black under the invasion of sweat, the former ambitious eyes could no longer shine with greed, his sky-blue pupils seemed to be covered with a white veil, his mouth was open and thin, as if he was telling something, Perhaps it is the tragedy of being the shortest-lived king in the history of the Elwinian Wood Elf Kingdom.

Lan Keith kicked open the door of the Wood Elf King's dormitory, and walked into the Wood Elf King's dormitory with a loud and majestic face. He was dressed in the unocal aristocratic robe, the corners of the long blue robe with wide sleeves dragged to the ground, and he had prematurely enjoyed the dress of the regent, which was inlaid with a tree pattern and gold trim that only a wood elf of the Prince Regent's status and status could use.

The Wood Elf royal court guards guarding the door only glanced at him, and the forbidden soldiers who followed behind Lan Kees snorted even more lightly at these Wood Elf king's royal court guards. Although these royal court guards of the Wood Elf King felt that the minister in front of them was too rude and seemed a little reluctant, they muttered in their hearts that the life of the Wood Elf King could end at any time, and there was no need to offend an important minister who was in power in the royal court, not to mention that he commanded the forbidden army army in the royal city, so they silently bowed and retreated to the side, acquiescing to his flying domineering.

"Lord Lancaith is wearing the regent's crest!" A summons officer quietly looked at Lan Kaisi with cold eyes, Lan Kaisi's eyes were slightly closed, and the light flashing under his thick eyelashes was clearly coercive.

"If the Wood Elf King dies, he will definitely be the Regent." The clerk next to the summoner quietly touched his arm and rolled his eyes at him to silence him.

The royal courtiers of the wood elves outside the curtain were very intriguing, although they saw it in their eyes, they all looked at it as if they were all in it, but the crows were silent, just saluted the swaggering Lan Keis, and they looked nervously at the powerful minister of Unocor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, how is the situation of our Majesty the Wood Elf King now?" Lan Caith played with the Forrest amulet around his neck, and quickly glanced at the royal ministers kneeling in front of the Wood Elf King's bed.

All the people were silent, they just looked at each other strangely, and Lan Caith smirked at them, and walked straight to the Wood Elf King's bed, and lifted the curtain that hung outside the bed, and he beckoned to the summoners and clerks, and motioned for them to follow him to the elven king's bed.

The description of the Wood Elf King is withered, as if he is terminally ill. The only thing he had left was his conscious mind, but he had been denied the right to speak by Forrest.

"Your Majesty is good? The old minister has come to see you. Lan Keith bowed slightly, his face smiling, like a monkey playing with another dying monkey.

Frevice II struggled with all his strength to make a gesture with his fingers to figure out his intentions, but his efforts were completely unsuccessful. Although these summons made the clerks understand what Frevice II meant, they were indifferent.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid you'll have to give your last words. Forrester is calling you. I see it in my eyes and hurt in my heart, my heart has not hurt like this for a long time. Rancaith's features were crumpled together, like a vaudeville jester in the court of the Trians with a lot of expression, and after he had put on his flattered expression of frustration and excitement, he patted the summoner beside him and pointed to the blank will he was holding in both hands.

"Yes, Your Excellency." The Wood Elf Summoner immediately nodded to Lan Cais, and he walked slowly to the Wood Elf King's bedside, "Your Majesty, if you have anything else to say, just say it, I will accurately convey your great will to you." ”

Frevice II, King of the Wood Elves, kept his eyes fixed on the blank will handed by the chief summoner of the Privy Council, and stretched out his hand to hold it, his mouth opened and opened, but no one could understand his words, and the recorder also frowned, and did not put pen to paper at all.

Lan Keith flicked his cuffs, strode to the Wood Elf King's bed, shook Fremet II's hand vigorously, and after pretending to observe carefully, he threw away the Wood Elf King's weak hand, and turned his head to the summoner, "Write, I understand what Your Majesty means." ”

The summons was a little cramped, and the sweat of the bean was oozing all over his forehead.

"Do you want me to repeat it again?" Lan Caiss's eyes widened, and the big eyes under his thick eyebrows were ill-intentioned, but he still smiled kindly.

The summoner was stunned for a moment, then boldly took the hand of the elf king, dipped it in the seal he took out, and left a handprint on the blank will.

"Hmm" The struggling Wood Elf King's face turned blue after he snorted, he simply closed his eyes, just gasping for breath with difficulty, and his chest rose and fell violently because of the difficulty of breathing.

"Ah, my revered king, you must recover. The kingdom is waiting for you to rule, and our kingdom is growing stronger! Lan Caith said this, but he just glanced at the Wood Elf King contemptuously, and then he wiped his cheeks, replaced them with an expression of a dead father, stroked his forehead and sighed, he walked out with a curtain in one hand and a face in the other, he even walked to the side of the royal druid who was in charge of treating the Wood Elf King, and scolded in a commanding tone, "Why don't you go and see Your Majesty!" If Your Majesty dies, you will have to be buried with you! ”

The royal druids of the Wood Elves heard Lan Caiss's order and became a little distracted.

"Look, Lord Lancais, aren't I trying to rescue Your Majesty? I'm adjusting the medicine to treat Your Majesty! He was still praying for Forrestal's mana and blessings. The royal druids obediently set up an engraving table beside Frevice II's bed, and in the middle of the engraving table lit a white wax, under which the shaman had already carved a variety of mysterious spell symbols with a carving knife, and next to the engraving table was a medicine shelf engraved with mysterious charms, and the sieve of the medicine shelf was filled with all kinds of dry and wet herbs collected from the forest.

"Well, the monkey rolling in the stone altar. May your Forrest guide you out of this door. Lan Caith pursed his mean lips and reached out to pat the royal druid's face, and his face immediately made a 'snap' sound.

"Your Excellency Lancaith, please believe me, I believe that Forrester has been blessing the Hunters." The royal druid's forehead was also drenched in sweat at this time, and although he seemed to be confident, his nervous expression betrayed him mercilessly. His lips kept twitching, and his lips were chanting incantations that did not belong to this era, and from his panicked expression, it was clear that the royal druid's heart must have cursed this acute and violent strange illness of Fremet II countless times.

"As a result, you're still the same Forrester that convinced me." Ranketh twisted his face to the side, as if he were putting on a good show, and he exaggeratedly picked up the Nafrist amulet hanging from his chest and kissed it affectionately. Then, he tore off the silver wreath that the royal druid was wearing on his head, held it in the palm of his hand, and looked at the royal druid's body from time to time, "The exquisite royal druid robe of the Elwinian wood elves, the neckline is embroidered with the pattern of the forest with thin silver thread, and the cuffs are embroidered with silver thread with the mysterious inscription representing Forrest. I've often thought that you can really ask Forrester for your blessing from time to time. ”

The royal druid bowed his head, and he stopped talking. He held a silver bowl of Settar in one hand, and stirred the collection of herbs in the bowl with a silver spoon in the other. He knew in his heart what kind of character this Blue Keyes was in Unocal's royal court. Although he was indeed dressed in the same glamorous clothes that Ranketh had joked about, he thought of himself as a veritable death row inmate, and he knew that once the Wood Elf King went, he himself would have to follow him to meet the god of the forest.

"Hmm" Fredet II struggled on the bed, as if as time went by, he knew that his life was coming to an end, and he did not want to die.

"Your Majesty!" The Wood Elf King's servant shouted as he lifted the curtain and motioned for the druid to hurry up and deliver medicine to heal the Wood Elf King.

The royal druid's forehead also became more and more nervous at the urging of the servant of the Wood Elf, he couldn't help but caress the beads of sweat on his forehead with the cuffs of his robe, his hand held the slimy dark green herbal soup full of Seltar's silver bowl, he gently lifted the curtain in front of Freit II's bed with one hand, and cautiously approached Frevice II's bed, he knelt nervously on the edge of the dying Wood Elf King's bed, and the Wood Elf King servant also looked very nervous, He carefully supported the trembling Frevice II and sat him up from the bed. The royal druid, trembling, quickly scooped a spoonful from the wooden bowl full of herbs with a silver spoon, and skillfully pried open the closed teeth of Frith II with the spoon, pouring the herbal soup into the mouth of the wood elf king Frevice II.

If the Wood Elf King had been lying quietly, perhaps he would have lived longer, but after being poured the spoonful of herbal soup by the nervous royal druid, his eyes widened suddenly, and his bruised face instantly turned an ugly dark red.

"Not good!" The chief summons and clerks of the Privy Council, who were standing beside the bed, screamed in despair and quickly jumped back from the edge of the bed. With a frightened look on his face, he retreated beyond the tent of the bed. The chief summoners and clerks were guarded by the minister, Lance, and received from them the blank will with the handprint of Fredet II.

"Your Majesty, No, Your Majesty!" The royal druid, who had been feeding the medicine, was stunned on his knees, apparently helpless against this sudden situation, and his increasingly trembling hands could no longer hold the silver bowl full of herbs, which suddenly fell upside down on the bed of the struggling Frevice II.

"Hmm

"Your Majesty!" Except for the calm Lancaith who was still standing still, the rest of the royal court ministers hid their faces and wept, and suddenly they identified the royal druid in unison, "He murdered the king!" ”

The servant of the Wood Elf King winced and touched Frevice II's nostrils with his fingers, but there was no snort in his nostrils. The servant of the Wood Elf King suddenly burst into tears, not bitterly over the death of the Wood Elf King, but the tragic fate he was about to suffer, and he cried out loudly: "The great Elf King has died!" ”

The servants of the Wood Elf King changed the clothes of the dead Freette under the supervision of the sword in the court, and they wiped the king's whole body with the special essential oil of the Wood Elves, and the concubines of Freet II knelt down outside the curtain of the king's bed one by one under the escort of the palace attendants, and the elven attendants who rushed into the king's bed took the derelict druid with the wood elf scimitar and the concubines and servants of the Wood Elf King who were used for the funeral together, and the royal druid was different from the concubines and servants who accompanied the funeral, he cried his father and mother and let out a final roar, because his crime was simple: "Murder the Wood Elf King." It should be punished with a thousand cuts. ”

The news of the death of the king of Unocal City quickly spread throughout the territory of Erwinia, and the king's son, the infant crown prince Dedel, naturally became the successor king of Erwinia, but for the rule of the new king, no one took it seriously, and the power of the elven king immediately plummeted, but it was limited to the territory of Unocal City and its territory, and Unocal City was due to the young king, and the Privy Council's minister Lan Keis took sole power, and naturally became the regent of Elwinia.