The information brought by the little spider was not very encouraging, and the people of Cape Fortress had retreated to the third wall. Although Alva had already led his disciples and companions to their aid when they retreated to the Second Wall, and Aubrey the Elder had installed twelve ballistas to deal with the dragons in the face of everyone's opposition, there were also disgustingly powerful warlocks and mages in the army of the Wizards, not to mention the taboo necromancers— After the fall of the First Wall, not only did they summon the outcast soldiers (who were determined by Alva to be not only sacrifices to drain the Fortress, but also necromancers' reserve soldiers), their leather armor was clasped with a filthy curse that made it impossible for their souls to leave their bodies after death, and without the necromancer's call, they would lament and watch their corpses rot, but if someone was willing to give them an ominous rebirth, they would pounce on each of the living, biting the hot flesh from them。

Then there are the people of Cape Fortress who died outside the Second Wall, although they belong to Cape Fortress, in fact, like most of the dull mortals, they may have faith, but their faith is not strong enough that their souls do not hear the call of the gods as soon as they die and remain in the Mourning Wasteland - the call of the necromancer evokes about a third of their "people", although much less than the outcasts, but it is almost fatal to the guardians of the Cape Fortress who are still alive - While every bard can sing one or more stories about these grey robes and skeletons, because of the constant fear and blows that necromancers have been subjected to on the mainland, people like the people here at Cape Fortress may never have imagined that their dead relatives and friends would one day have a head crooked and with only a little flesh attached to their neck, or step on their large intestines and small intestines, or pounce on themselves with their bare bursting chests. The abominable necromancer had only commanded them to climb the cone-shaped ramp of the dead man's body at the end, and the soldiers trembled when they saw their former relatives and friends, unwilling to aim their weapons at them out of fear and a hint of luck.

If it weren't for the Alva mage, the defense line of the second wall would have fallen long ago, but when the mages focused on fighting and rescue, they couldn't help but relax their own protection, and two mages were attacked by necromancers and warlocks when the people of the Blass retreated to the third wall, they were dragged off the wall by the ghosts, the dragon bit them, and after the protective spells on their bodies were exhausted, they were torn apart by three beasts in the air.

The time has come for rescue, Kerryburn's team will set off overnight, with the druids present, the danger caused by the ruggedness, darkness and strangeness has been minimized, and when they leave the narrow canyon, the elves' winged boats will meet them and take them to Silver Falls, where at another fire, the druids are whispering to a seabird, a messenger who will send a message to a group of giant albatross to help them get from Silver Falls to Cape Beach.

Carey had to go to another place alone.

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White Tower.

How familiar Kerry was with this place, he still remembered the earliest times, when he was still an elf, and the White Tower was still managed by the elven archon, that beautiful and peaceful city, even the underage elves were allowed to occasionally walk around the city and play, and humans were used to it, because the young elves were so cute, and they would even receive countless small toys and flowers, although the human skills could not be compared with the elves, but there was a clumsy natural beauty- Kerry's room in the Silvercrown Jungle Court, there is also a box containing a small symbol of friendship that has not been completely damaged, but the life span of humans is always so short, and so are their emotions, I don't know when they came, only indifference and hatred were left in their eyes, and they pushed all the unsatisfactory places to the elven archon, well, the elves left, and in their place were humans- Their taxes have increased and their service has been extended, but they have blamed their suffering on Anrui's mother.

Does Ann Rui's father love her mother, of course, Carey would not deny it, but his love is stubborn and narrow, to be exact, the elves can tell what is going on in his heart - he thinks he has given too much to Ann Rui's mother, based on human selfishness, he uncontrollably, constantly, unconsciously, demands rude rewards all the time - He almost cut off his relatives for Anrui's mother, alienated all his friends, and ignored the complaints of his subjects, so how could Anrui's mother continue to interact with the elves as if no one was around? He only had Anrui's mother, and Anrui's mother should be the only one who was him.

Anrui's mother tolerated him and out of love, but like every elf, she soon withered in the land of the human land, without the nourishment of the forest and blood, and Anrui's father laughingly thought it was a curse of the elves.

Kerryben walked the streets with sorrow, and in the White Tower, people would have erected sandstone translucent stone pillars in front of the door, and even though the owners were asleep, the whale oil lamps in the stone pillars would still provide the streets with warm rays of light, and these lights cast shadows on the dark pavement, like curling leaves, like unfolding flowers, but now they are gone. The elves only saw the ruined stone pillars, the whale oil lamps inside had been stolen or taken by their masters, after all, they were bronze— There was a slight stench in the air, the gentle wail of the river polluted by feces, the stone slabs of the pavement were either upturned or lost, and the trees that once covered the river with branches and flowers had been burned and felled, leaving only charred potholes or broken roots, and although Anrui had taken the White Tower back from the thieves for fifty years, the terrible consequences they had caused continued— And the humans here are exhausted in order to survive, and they can't restore the White Pagoda to its original state in the first place.

It may take a hundred years to build a beautiful city, but it only takes a year, or even a month, or even a day to destroy it. Elves have always been able to see many of these things in their longer lives than other races, which is perhaps why Perrant did not hesitate to cut off the tributaries, even if he had anticipated the inevitable decay of the White Tower.

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Berner sat at his desk. On the desk were the last of the papers handed over by the merchants and stewards, and by word they were the last because the Emperor of Falun had almost completely emptied the White Tower and the Partridge Hill - believing in the promise of the temple of Gredi, that they would exchange twice the weight of wheat or rye for "tobacco" had it not been for the sympathetic assistance of Anrui, Berner, and Leona, the Norman queen of the Highlands, and the merchants' exhaustive trek from place to place, they would have died in famine and the turmoil and pestilence caused by famine. Although they eagerly replanted the wheat, the affected population needed to recover slowly, and it took twenty years for a baby to grow into an adult, and thirty years later, the number of the people of the White Tower and the Partridge Hills finally returned to their original level—and with the return of Bernard, the number even increased to a certain extent, but with a decree of the Emperor Falun, all efforts were in vain.

Of course, maybe it's not just a will, but also the army and the mages, without An Rui, even Berner can easily see the kind of greed and shamelessness they are familiar with, the only thing to be thankful for is that these so-called knights and lords still maintain the last bit of decency, although they occupy the White Tower, they are still quite kind, gentle, and even a little gentle in the face of the inhabitants and their lords, but this beautiful illusion is only on the surface, in the matter of fulfilling the emperor's orders, they do not tolerate the slightest discount and prevarication, as well as their personal and the supplies and equipment of the soldiers under their command, etc。

In their minds, the White Tower may still be a commercial city like a dragon's cave, but in fact, Berner also let them see it for themselves, as the tributaries leading to the Grey Ridge were blocked, the elves' winged ships did not stop at the White Tower, and even the merchants of the White Tower had to go to the new four cities to complete the trade with the elves, the White Tower was almost abandoned, and it now survived on wheat, barley, rye, and other crops grown on the Partridge Hills and a gentle field around the city— Do they think that after the raids of the Red Dragon's descendants, there is nothing left here? Not to mention, what little is used to rebuild the city...... Emperor Falun's envoy looked unceremoniously and was disappointed, and if it weren't for An Rui (although he didn't know that this beautiful woman was the mother of the former lord and current lord of the White Tower), no one knew how much the situation would have deteriorated in the end.

But that doesn't mean that the current situation is much better. The lords of the White Tower were gathered, young men and women (yes, women) became soldiers, only old men and children remained, and merchants were sent out to buy slaves, serfs, and grain, cloth, cowhides, and black iron...... Thankfully, they were willing to at least come up with silver and gold coins in order to accomplish their mission.

Berner raised his head, he knew that the White Tower was not so embarrassed, after the death of the false gods and the collapse of the temple, An Rui did not hesitate to rob them, reclaiming not only the assets of the White Tower, but also the looting income of the temple from everywhere, perhaps because they wanted to build the White Tower as a transit point, the hidden wealth in the temple was considerable.

It's just that...... They all have to be cautious now.

Berner inserted the quill back into the inkwell and sighed softly, and as he sighed, the light in the room flickered suddenly, if he were just a careless mortal, he might only think that he was tired from the long hours of reading and writing, but Berner had already jumped up from his seat, put his hand on his chest, and grabbed a protective rune.

"Don't panic," Kerribben whispered, "Lord of the White Tower, Berner, I am not your enemy. ”

Bernard's movements stopped, and he saw an elf emerge from the darkness, as if shining with bright stars.

He had heard his mother mention the elves countless times, and sometimes she would curse them angrily, sometimes she would cry sadly, or look forward to their forgiveness with dazed and joyful eyes, but this happened fifty years ago, and now when he mentioned the elves, Anrui only showed a relieved and calm look— Berner knew that his mother had committed a very serious mistake, and although the elves had blocked the tributaries of the Starlight River and given up their support for the White Tower, they still gave her one last chance, and that time, she had finally seized it, and the White Tower was given a little respite.

"Who are you!" Berner said quickly, "Get out of here, I'm going to call the guards!"

Kerry paused lightly, then he smiled slightly, "Don't be nervous," he said, his voice as beautiful as the Saltri that Bernard's mother held in her hand, "I had triggered the rune before I entered the room," he explained, and at the same time showed Berner the broken rune he was holding in his hand, this rune came from Cremar, and the quality was definitely "ganggang"- The elves didn't understand the meaning of the adjective, but neither the lich nor the souls of another plane were the kind of people who would talk about it, and Kerry could proudly say that he had the best of the bunch: "No one, not even a mage, can hear and see us." ”

Berner hesitated, he didn't know if he should take his word for it, but he was willing to give it a try, if it was really an elf, his mother's blood relatives and deceased.

He stood up, opened his shirt, and exposed his chest, a shrunken human face attached to his pale and flabby skin, the little vicious eyes on the face were tightly closed, and the ears like a mass of fat drooped subtly, and Bernard's heartbeat immediately calmed, a form that showed that the monstrous monster who had been used to monitor and control him had not woken up, had not been disturbed by an uninvited visitor, and certainly had no way of detecting their previous and subsequent conversations.

Bernard looked at the elf, relieved to see angry flames in his eyes, as blue as the clear sky of the sea.