Rumors abound in all corners of the royal city of Unocal in Ervenia that the Summer Harvest Festival would soon be celebrated. Even the town of Sheffield on the border of Erwinia, the seaside forest city of Sertal on the coast of West Mononical, and the snow-capped cities of the South have been informed of this sensational and uplifting news, and the passing years have gradually healed the wounds of the elaborate internal scuffle that Erwinnia had fought two years earlier, and the summer harvest festival will be full of laughter and laughter, although no one knows how true this rumor is.

In the small village of the Druids in the secluded southern region, the wood elf tanner is leisurely lighting the tobacco produced by the Entle, slowly spitting out a smoke ring from his mouth and facing him, and scraping the snowy wolf fur on the leather rack with a knife in his hand. The smoke ring gradually expanded, and a wood elf worshipper outside the smoke ring was running quickly towards the druid stone formation not far away.

The only stone henge in the south is just behind the cedar forest next to the hamlet.

"Mentor! You have been chosen by His Majesty the Wood Elf King to be the host of the grand celebration of the Summer Harvest Festival after half a Talk moon. A worshipper dressed in the robes of the Nilda Gang Druid approached Elder Helger with a smile and respectfully handed Elder Helger a handwritten wooden board from Sheffield I Wood.

"Yes, Quint, I don't have much idea of the grand celebration of the summer harvest in Erwinia anymore. I only vaguely remember that it was held once after His Majesty Frevice II ascended the throne. It was presided over in person while Elder Rados was still there. The whole country is full of laughter! It's really a time to relive slowly. The white-haired Elder Helger happily read the handwritten book of the Wood Elf King Sheffield I Wood, with a look of relief on his face, and he smiled and nodded as he read it.

"Damn, I should have enjoyed the physical and mental pleasures that nature brought me, but now that I am a Druid, I should forget about the prosperity of the world, but I just dream of going back to the old days and experiencing the pleasant atmosphere of that summer harvest festival, but now I don't have to dream. Just half a month later. But then again, why would the Wood Elf King be willing to spend such a high price to hold such a grand celebration now? I hope happiness doesn't come too suddenly. The Druid, named Quint, patted the back of his head with delight.

"Erwinnia has been traumatized by the civil war two years ago, and His Majesty the Wood Elf King may want to use this grand celebration of the Summer Harvest as an inspiration to his subjects across the country. Oh, you see there's a hint of mystery in this handsome wood elf, and maybe there's something special going to announce at the grand festival in Erwinia. Helger carefully put away the wooden board of the Wood Elf King Wood's handwritten book and stuffed it into the package hanging from his waist, "Quint, come with me to Unocal to meet Your Majesty, and by the way, help me teach my disobedient long-haired horse a good lesson." Lest next time its fiery nature make me flash! ”

"I think I'm waiting for the request of a mentor! Rest assured, you stubborn long-haired horse, I will carry him on his obedient back as you go to Unocal. Quint's eyebrows fluttered, almost barely dancing with his hands, "Ah! The main venue of the festival! I can't wait to make such an over-the-top request to time - let half a Talq month pass quickly. ”

"If it were time, I think I would dismiss your exorbitant request. Quint. Helgel smiled and finished speaking, grabbed the rattan cane hanging from the corner of the wooden table, and stood up, and the Druid Worshipper Quint jumped and ran out of the door curtain, Helgel still methodically packed up his salute, and shook his head helplessly, "The young druids of today are different from the druids of the past." Alas, the way of the druids should indeed change. ”

Druid Worshipper Quint packed Elder Helger's bags and packages securely, and eagerly urged his mentor Helger on his way. The trail walked out of the quiet village, through the misty southern city of Nildagaon, along the frozen river of Dragon's Blood, and then through the snow-covered Arral Valley, where a sea of green began to accompany Elder Helger and Grent the Druid.

Quint's mouth was never idle along the way, he hummed melodious tunes and the swaying beat of the branches:

I've heard the dragon chant of the southern snow,

ВОга・мпед・даноп・вомак，

Looking up at the giant eagle spreading its wings in the sky,

ЗОе・зад・ёпзгд・тера，

But it is not the power of the Lord of Colin,

ДА・Сопгап・рогеч，

Holding the sun and moon in hand,

КАпд・тоок・ЗоП・ное・соэп，

Ten thousand rolls of flags.

МОнапа・седо.

The mountains are named after him,

МАта・тг・гм・Уа，

The kingdom honors his name

РАме・казсо・гм・Уа。

"But he's not immaculate, Quint. Yes, Maharaja Colin did bring Elvenia to a considerable height, you must know that Maharaja Colin is not worthy of praise, on the contrary, although he has many achievements that seemed unprecedented at the time, but his greatest failure is to put the entire Elvenian kingdom of Elvenia in great danger of isolation and self-impotence - Quint, you can't just read the words in those texts, but find out the truth behind those words and restore them is the real druid way. You still have a long way to go alone. Helger's mind seemed to have a record of the scenes that happened in history that were diametrically opposed to those recorded in the classics, and the leisurely expression on his face seemed to disappear quietly, but after a long sigh, he said calmly, "Ervenia's history has always needed a rising star like Sheffield I today." Steady and dynamic. ”

"Am I sure I heard you right? The glory you have given to the Maharaja of Colin in the texts! And to say that Your Majesty is just a rising star in your eyes? Quint stopped his chanting and whispered to Elder Helger, the mentor beside him, his eyes looking around unnaturally, as if suddenly a little nervous.

"Oh, Quint, you see my old bones are doing it again. You still have a long way to go on your own journey, and the bits and pieces of time will give you the power of wisdom. At least from reading between the lines of the texts, I don't read the harmony that the texts say. Praise Forrester, the wisdom he has given me in my old and crippled body. Elder Helger's eyes flickered, and he suddenly hid his face and laughed.

"Mentor. What I'm afraid of is that the wall has ears. There have been many druids in history who have been killed because they offended the Wood Elf Kings of the past generations. Quint frowned.

"That's because the druids don't know how to follow the trend of the times. They professed to believe in Forrester, but they did not know that their words and deeds and admonitions were contrary to Forrestal's will. That's the punishment they deserve. Elder Helger's words were filled with an unmistakable calm, "Quent, you said that since I had my name, my mentor has gone through several Elven Kings. ”

"I can't help it. Well, I think your name first appeared in the records of Fredet I! You've gone through three monarchs! Can I say that's a blessing from Forrester to you? I hope we won't be offended for our words this time! We'd better druids not get involved in government affairs. Quint looked away, and then hummed another lilting ballad, and even the birds that preyed on the trees stopped to watch the humming Druid.

"Quint, you have such an awareness, I believe that you will be stable in this life." Elder Helgel looked at his apprentice with a gaze that bordered on love and shook his head.

The eaves of the Unocal King City treehouse and wooden house are covered with ripe eltora fruits, like round and sweet hopes. The trade with the Duke of Ella also allowed the Trians' carts and ox carts to enter and leave the Unocal city freely and profitably. The bustling crowd flocked to this dazzling array of goods, and the shopping of the upcoming grand celebration made the streets of Unocal City lively, but only the fragrant pizza still attracted many wood elves to stop and watch, although Elvenia forbade the use of fire, but the royal city forbidden army here naturally turned a blind eye to the Trians who were merchants in Entel, as long as they did not cause any trouble - in short, this is before the celebration, no one wants to make any trouble, cause any trouble.

"Excellent Entre pizza! Crack the eggs, top them with flour, knead them into a ball, and roll them out into cakes! Top with Gaeld chives and add some Furfen cloud legs! Pave and decorate like a road, sprinkle peppers like beans! Slowly fry until fragrant. The best Entre pizza is made, golden brown and crispy, delicious, come and try it! "The tall hat trian who sells baked pizza keeps his index and middle fingers outstretched, looking like their gesture of victory.

"Mentor, I'd love to taste this stuff too. Entre hasn't tasted it since the last time relations with us Elwinia became strained. And then," Quint swallowed, just staring at the faint green smoke rising from the baked pizza stall on his horse.

"Oh, and then you became a Druid. Follow me to learn from the wisdom of Forrestal. Alright, we need to hurry into the palace. Your Majesty must be unable to wait to discuss the ceremony with me. Time waits for no one, so I firmly and simply refute the excessive wishes you made five days ago. Elder Helger smiled and removed the hanging cane from his horse, and gently tapped his student Quint's head with the cane, "Let's go!" Quint the Kid. It's hard for you to be a druid at such a young age. ”

Quint pursed his lips and reluctantly followed his mentor, Elder Helger, to the inner city of Unocone, where the Wood Elf King Sheffel I Wood was. Elder Helger and his student Quint reined in the reins of their horses beside the jade unicorn statue outside the Elven King's palace, and Quint quickly jumped off his mount and helped Elder Helger off his horseback.

"Okay, this guy's performance this time is not bad, at least he didn't shake my old bones like he used to." Helger patted his mount with a smile and threw the reins to his pupil Quint, who only removed the vine wood cane from his horse, and walked slowly into the palace of the Wood Elf King.

In the two years since Wood ascended the throne, the Wood Elf King's palace has remained almost untouched, and he knows every corner of the Wood Elf King's palace by knowing every corner of the Wood Elf King's palace as a special advisor to the Druids of the Wood Elf King's court.

The familiar, spacious green carpet cascades up the Wood Elf Throne, vine-carved mountain stone columns supporting the multicolored dome like the backbone of Optimus.

He stood at the foot of the steps with a cane on his cane, looking at the throne that had experienced vicissitudes and blood, and quietly waiting for the lord of the throne to come.