The deaths of Snowdaunt Baron Witte and Snow Ghost Officer Matthew were like a hammer that slammed into the hearts of the rebels, and this sudden frustration caused their psychological defenses to collapse suddenly. The ghosts of the snow beneath the stone walls of the inner city finally dropped their scimitars and fell to their knees, their hands raised in the air, bowing to the forbidden forces of Sheffield and Unocal King.

The Inner City Garrison of Unocal City enjoyed the joy of victory, the wooden door of the inner ring city wall slowly opened with a "creak", and the Royal City Forbidden Army lined up on both sides of the wooden gate as if to welcome their new master, and they knelt on their knees. The eye-catching, shining blade of the Sun and Moon Scimitar is like the return of Lord Colin after hundreds of years. Although Wood was still only a baron of Sheffield, in the minds of the Janissaries, a baby on the throne was nothing. In front of them, Baron Wood of Sheffield, wearing a one-horned silver helmet, flowing blond hair, and eyes flashing with wisdom, courage and benevolence, was more like an uncrowned king, and the 'holy' mount under his crotch showed Wood's nobility and elegance. If it weren't for the fact that Dydel's nursing baby still wore the Wood Elf Crown, the Janissaries would have thought that Wood was already the king of Erwinia.

"Welcome to the city!" The Forbidden Garrison shouted in unison, "The Blade of the Lord Colin has returned, and the great Baron Wood of Sheffield has not only defeated the rebels, but also avenged the death of our brethren, and even preserved the sacred realm of Forrestal, the entire royal city of Unocal. The true king of Erwinia! ”

Greeted with cheers Baron Wood of Sheffield, the third brother of Frevice II, who held the Blade of the Maharaja of Colin. In the garrison forbidden army, the call to capture the unauthorized regent alive is also getting louder and louder, and by the time the inner city forbidden army takes three steps and two steps to climb the eagle wing tower in an attempt to capture Lan Kes, who oversees the war, His Royal Highness the regent with a foreign surname has long been gone.

"Regent Ranketh has escaped! He's not on the Eagle Wing Tower! The Wood Elf Garrison on the Eagle Wing Tower poked its head out of the tower and shouted at the Sheffield army below the city.

"Not good! Dydel is in danger! Wood was shocked, and he rode straight to the Wood Elf King's palace with Glenn and Liberas beside him.

The king's palace is still the same, the courtyard in front of the palace is carved out of Talk jade with a huge jungle unicorn, the walls of the palace are made of stone boulders carved into huge stone bricks by skilled wood elf craftsmen, the white mountain stone columns are carved with delicate and natural vine patterns, and his top is covered with the finest four-foot square tiles brought from the royal city of Parma. The palace's huge wooden doors are painted yellow-green with El Tora pulp and are inscribed with the traditional coat of arms of the Celt family. The wooden door of the palace has a small door embedded in it, which is used for the daily entry and exit of the wood elves in the court. Instead of a traditional painting, the palace gate is inlaid with a stone unicorn head with a crown on the tree pattern, showing the blessing, majesty and sacredness of the royal family.

Wood flipped down the 'holy' in a panic, tossed the whip to Glenn, and immediately ordered Liberas to stand guard outside the door. He strode to the gate of the palace and pushed it open, and a familiar aura rushed towards him, and the familiar scene in his mind immediately appeared.

A spacious dark green gold-edged carpet with tree patterns spread on the palace floor made of white stones, and it stretched up the stairs to the majestic Throne of the Elvenian Wood Elves, and the dome was spliced with Talk's colorful agate to form a tree pattern, and there were no tiles above the dome, so that the sunlight through the dome imprinted the color of the colorful agate on the white rocks of the ground and walls, and the light danced like the dancing of the wood elves. There are several large windows on the walls, and the edges of the windows are embedded with soft Talc green jade window frames. The sun lazily shines through the windows in the palace, which looks so soft.

"Wow! Wow! Wow wow wow wow! From the throne came the violent cry of a baby.

"Hah! Ha! Hahahaha! "The demonic laughter was louder than the cry of a baby.

Wood's heart trembled, and he could feel his heart beating out of his throat.

"Wow! Wow! Wow, wow! The baby's cry filled the entire Wood Elf King's palace.

"Damn little babies, they know to cry all day long, but what do you know but crying? Oh, and know how to eat! Cry, cry! Eat! Eat! I'm sorry you have so many good uncles, they came to kill me! No, they're here to kill you and me! I'm not going to let them get away with it, never! Elwinia is mine, it's all mine, including you pesky little crying golem, this scepter, this crown! Wood's voice was a little frenzied.

"Stop! Blue Keys! Stop me! Put down Your Majesty! Wood yelled at the regent Lancaith, who was hiding behind the Wood Elf Throne with an infant in one hand.

"Oh, oh, oh! Whoever shouts so loudly about this Regent, you little baron should call me His Royal Highness the Regent. Lan Cais's mouth and eyes were crooked, and the big eyes under the thick eyebrows were full of madness, and he single-handedly picked up the infant Deldel, who just shook his hands desperately, his cry became more and more severe, and his round smiling face also turned red in the crying.

"Lancais, let me down Your Majesty, I promise to give you a way to live." Wood's fair face flushed, and he scolded with pleading.

"Oh, of course I'll put the baby down." Lan Keith pulled his dagger from his cuff.

"What are you going to do! You just have to let go of my nephew, and I'll give you a way out!" I promise, I swear to Forrestal! Wood raised his hand, and he stared intently into Rankey's eyes, and he approached him step by step.

"Alright! I put him down. Ranketh glared at Wood suddenly, and the dagger stabbed at the crying baby.

"No!" Wood erupted in a heart-rending roar, his rage reaching its limit, and leaping up the last stone staircase at lightning speed, throwing the Sun and Moon Scimitar, the spinning blade straight at the regent Lance who had stabbed the dagger, "No! ”

"Hahahaha! Ahem, I'm the one I am," Lan Keis's eyes widened, and the Sun and Moon Scimitar pierced through his right chest, and he threw the baby in his hand and fell backwards with the crescent-shaped grip of the Sun and Moon Scimitar, "King of Erwinia. ”

Time seemed to stop its rapid flow in Wood's eyes, and Wood's senses and movements became unusually sensitive, and he pounced and stretched out his hands to catch the baby king Dydel, his nephew, in a heavy fall that lost his center of gravity. But his hands were stained with slippery blood, "My majesty! My nephew! ”

Blood was flowing down Wood's arms, the baby's body was gradually losing its temperature, the dagger in the swaddling Dell's chest was like the Lan Keith back then, there was no mercy, Lan Keith spat blood in his mouth, he didn't breathe, he was still panting, "Haha, come with me, Your Majesty." With your presence, I can become the titular Wood Elf King, Regent of Ervinia! ”

"Lankes, your name will be cursed forever by the Celt family!" With trembling hands, Wood placed his nephew lightly on the Wood Elf throne.

"Ha, Wood, you will be cursed by me too! Your hands are already stained with the blood of your nephew, and you can't clear the 'fact' of your murder now! A weird smile tugged at the corners of Lankey's mouth, "I'll be waiting for you here." Waiting for the day you come. ”

"Really? I'd better leave your words to Forrest. Wood jerked the scimitar out of Lancaith's right chest, only to aim it at Lancaith's neck.

Sheffield's Wood Elf warriors and the garrison's Unocal King City Forbidden Army finally poured into the Wood Elf King's palace, the sight in front of them made them almost can't believe their eyes, the bloody scene polluted their eyes, Sheffield Baron Wood's hands and arms were already covered with blood, the body of the Wood Elf King Dadel lay flat on the Wood Elf Throne, and a cold and glittering blade was deeply inserted in his chest; Beneath the throne, the headless body regent's corpse was splattered with blood; Wood held a blood-dripping scimitar in one hand and Rankey's head sticking out of his tongue in the other.

"This" All the wood elf soldiers who poured into the palace froze in place.

"It's all over in Unocal King's City!" Wood threw Rancaith's head to the ground, and Rancaith's hideous skull rolled down the steps leading to the throne.

"I saw them all." A mysterious voice came from the back hall of the throne.

"Who is it?" Wood's hand clenched the Sun and Moon Scimitar again, and he didn't mind killing another framer.

"Helger, Elder Druid." Out of the curtain of the back hall came an old man with gray hair and a Forrester robe, who limped out with a cane of vine wood.

"What do you see?" Wood warily questioned the elder, who was clubbing a vine cane, "Why didn't you show up just now to save Your Majesty?" ”

"It was Forrestal's will, and the fate implied by the will drove me to be one step late. But I saw everything. I regret that I saw such a tragic end, and Lan Keith actually killed His Majesty the Wood Elf King with his own hands. Helger looked at Wood meaningfully, and then turned to the Wood Elf soldiers who were pouring into the Wood Elf King's palace, "It was Wood who killed Ranketh the Kingkiller with his own hands. He is a brave man who wields the blade of the Lord of Colin, and the only male heir of Forrester today, the followers of Forrestal, and the guardians of Ervenia. He is our true Majesty! ”

"Helger, why do you want to help me prove my innocence, you can walk away! Avoid getting involved in my family strife. Wood's gaze finally became gentle, and his deep blue eyes bloomed with a warm glow.

"Because to protect the holy kingdom of Forrestal, we need kings like you." Helgel's voice is like a fatherly voice (perhaps the metaphor is not appropriate here, but it is).

"Elder Helger!" The Janissaries had already recognized the gray-haired Druid Elder.

"The dagger is engraved with the Elven initials of Rancaith. If anyone doesn't believe it, the evidence is in this dagger of sin. Helger pointed to the dagger in the infant king's chest.

Both the forbidden army of the royal city and the wood elf warriors of Sheffield knelt down on the stone steps leading to the throne, threw away their weapons, raised their hands, and shouted heartily: "Long live Your Majesty!" ”

Wood received the blessing of the royal druid sage in Unocal Forrest Stonehenge, and he respectfully took the crown of the Kingdom of Elvinia from the hands of the druid, and slowly put it on his head, and Unocal City once again woke up from the haze of war to become the city that had once been bustling with traffic, and Wood rode his mount. Holy', walking gracefully along the dark green velvet carpet that stretched all the way to the palace of the Wood Elf King, slowly advancing, accepting the worship of the subjects up and down the royal city of Unocal, the road was lined with colorful flowers that bloomed in spring, and his subjects were clustered in the middle of the road, throwing gorgeous petals at him.

The holy stroll carried the crowned King Wood to the palace, and he gracefully rolled off his mount, and under the watchful eyes of the courtiers, he stepped step by step up the stone steps to the highest point of power, and the servant behind him smiled brightly and gently led his elven king's cloak. The throne was palpable in the blink of an eye, and he stood in front of it for a moment, finally rolled up his cloak, grasped the armrest of the throne engraved with the dragon pattern, and sat upright on the throne of the Wood Elven King of Erwinia, looking out at the admiring courtiers. Although the throne was once stained with shameful blood, it was cleaned on the day of Wood's coronation.

"I declare that the kingdom of Ervenia will enter a new era, and that the flames of war will be extinguished, and then a new life will be born. I will devote my life to giving new hope to this land that I love. I, Wood Forrest Horter, from my throne, promise you that from this day onwards, the kingdom of the Wood Elves will begin a new history. ”

Cunning and luck earned him the throne,

His hands were not stained with any blood.

The merciful king enters the palace of the wood elves,

A new chapter will be ushered in for Erwinia.

The old times closed its ancient doors and windows,

A new era is like the light of Forrester.

Court Historian of Erwinia

March 8, 1030 in the Tarque continental calendar