After the Elf Kerry was gone, Berner still felt like he was in a dream, and his mother's blood relatives had not abandoned them completely, or had the Elves had to find every reliable pillar when the dark haze was about to cover the continent? But for whatever reason, Berner would not be in the same league as those abominable creatures. Some people may say that he himself is a product of evil - His father, Demon, had betrayed the White Tower to the Grenadas, killed his own father, used spells to control his brother and killed his own brother, and died a ridiculously humiliating death, while his mother was a monster twisted and transformed by dragon blood, who had not only made the wrong choice, but also betrayed her blood relatives, his birthplace, the White Tower, had been a den of maggots and jackals, and the poisonous tobacco that could not be escaped had taken over every corner of the Partridge Hills, and the merchants of the White Tower were responsible for relaying them farther and farther。

Thinking of this, Bernard must thank his mother, Anrui. At the cost of angering the then ruler of the White Tower, Ostal of Grenada, she released Leona, the Norman of the Highlands, and her party from the prison, and the only request was to let her take her with her - Berner grew up in the arms of the Normans of the Highlands, with a Norman name, and the Norman princess Leona was his guardian, and grew up intimately with their prince Regerleman, but he did not forget for a moment his mother, and his homeland, and the responsibilities he had to bear- Although he was full of apologies to Lei Zhe, Lei Man. Fortunately, his friends did not blame him for his whereabouts - he returned to the White Tower, and with the support of his mother, Ann Rui, he calmly and smoothly took over the rights of the White Tower and the Partridge Hills, to which he had spent more than a dozen years in Norman. As Ann Rui once said, the most precious thing he can get from the princess Leona is neither a jewel nor authority, but something that a ruler should know and master, although Leona did not deliberately point out that he has anything about politics, but for a smart child, learning does not necessarily have to be through books and tablets.

When Berner returned to the White Tower, he also imagined that if the Norman of the Highlands needed his help one day, he would not hesitate to set out with his knights and soldiers, and he did not approve of Berdwin Donkray, the previous king of Norman during the battle of the elven orcs, and certainly would not let himself be reduced to a perfidious man like Baldwin. But what he didn't expect was that it was not the Norman of the Highlands who would be the first to be fatally hit, but the White Tower and the Partridge Hill - the White Tower and the Partridge Hill had never belonged to the Falun, but the knights of the Falun could rudely demand that the lords of the White Tower sacrifice slaves, soldiers, and supplies - such a request was very comical, if they did not have the black iron golem, the hovering dragon, and the hundreds of mages and warlocks.

Berner had thought of countless countermeasures, from the illusion of weakness to brutal confrontation to despicable assassination, but as soon as his mother saw these people, she immediately chose to give up - Berner knew that she cared more about him than Baita, and then herself, and for his mother, Berner could not blame and interrogate, but sometimes, he sat in his seat, looked at the letters that people everywhere brought to his desk, and looked at the names...... Behind each name is a sad, crumbling family, a barren field, a corpse that no one can collect, and the stewards and merchants begging their lords to try to negotiate with their enemies and leave a glimmer of life for the White Tower and the Partridge Hill, only Bernard knows, these people, unlike the previous enemies, have invaded the White Tower and the Partridge Hill, but they do not need the people of the White Tower and the Partridge Hill, the new Falun people will occupy their houses and assets like turtledoves, and the original owners who have not died in the continuous war will become their slaves, just like the Falun Empire more than a thousand years ago。

What Carey didn't know was that if he arrived one day later, no, a little bit of time, he would only be able to see the cold corpses of the White Tower and the Partridge Hill Lord, and Berner was not An Rui, a lord who could not protect his territory, and what was the use of his people and positions, except to become a puppet erected by the enemy? But the elves' visit, as well as the invitation to the Bullland Fortress and the Dragonfire Islands, rejuvenated Bernard's eyes, and when he saw his mother Anrui enter the room, he even jumped up from his chair, and Anrui was slightly startled by his excited expression, and even more anxious when he heard Berner call her mother.

"Don't worry," Berner said, "I've already solved my problems for me." He pulled open his shirt, and the misshapen face was still there, but when Anrui looked at it, she knew that it had lost its original strength and intelligence, and that it was just a gadget manipulated by others, like an ugly trinket, and she no longer had to worry about it taking Berner's life at any moment, eavesdropping, and peeking into all their secrets. Anrui immediately raised her hand and cast a spell that enveloped Bernard herself - she vaguely guessed a little, but was still uncertain, until her son put a small bottle of potion in her hand, and Anrui uncorked the bottle and sniffed it lightly, and smelled a familiar smell.

Berner kept looking at his mother's face, and he knew that his mother had been sorry for betraying and betraying the Silver Crown Jungle, but she had lost the right to talk to the Jungle and had to brew this cup of bitter wine in her heart. But to his surprise, his mother first showed a blank look, then fleeting remorse, and then a smile full of ridicule and bitterness: "Great." He heard her murmur, "That's great." ”

When Berner began to feel uneasy, Anrui looked up and put the small bottle of potion back in Berner's hand, "Mother......" Berner asked worriedly.

"It's nothing ......," said Anrui, "it's just ...... that fate is indeed a slut."

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The accompanying mage saw Gülen, and bent down deeply, Gülen looked at this scene, and couldn't help but smile, he still remembered that when he was still the leader of a guild branch in Sharp Jaw Harbor, a mediocre Humpty Dumpty mage, he had to bow and salute when he saw it, and he had to give up the safest and most comfortable tower, and now, the mages who worked for him could kill ten of those guys in an instant, but they didn't even dare to breathe loudly in front of Glenn.

"Are you leaving the White Tower?" asked a mage.

Glenn nodded, he didn't think he was harsh, casually scolding and punishing his subordinates would only show that he was stubble, he had known this a long time ago, and he also knew that when his subordinates talked about him, he didn't often complain, although he had this power, Glenn never forgot Cremar's words, he was the son of Marsk, but he was also his subordinate, servant, slave, or even just a vessel, his throne pedestal was not stable, and could fall from it at any time- Gülen didn't expect to be truly loyal to him with these small favorites (honestly, there are no such things in the Thieves' Guild), but if it was just innocuous minor issues...... Maybe it can be solved with a little emotional borrowing......

The mage took a step back and cast the spell, and a bit of cobalt blue spread out from the air to the sides, eventually forming a quivering gate of light, and Gülen walked inside, the mages following closely behind.

After exiting the portal, Gülen landed in a beautiful and delicate room, the walls of which were covered with ebony wainscoting, the floor of the same color was littered with several thick snowbear furs, and the top of the bed hung a crimson silk satin drapery embroidered with Marsk's emblem— Black silk masks, under these masks, there are all kinds of faces, from men to women, from old people to children, and they are constantly changing, and through the gaps in the drapery, you can see no light colors belonging to the sheets and blankets, only the infinite darkness, which is swirling, as if it were a swamp in the abyss— Glenn shifted his gaze, he saw that the suitcase against the bed was open, and the clothes in it were not impossible even if they were used to dress a queen, and in front of the suitcase, there were tables and two small chairs, on which were placed silver kettles and gold cups, and what made Glenn's expression more and more stiff was that on the opposite side of the small table, there was a women's dressing table, with a delicate silver mirror that could illuminate people, and a dazzling array of creams, creams, perfumes, and rouge...... The thing is, this room is ...... The god of thieves, Musk, is, rightly speaking, his projection. But for some reason, Musk always chooses a strong man when choosing a sage, but when he incarnates, he is often a woman with a graceful figure.

But make your room look like this...... Gülen tried not to think about the colourful little jokes that the bards used to liven up the atmosphere—what they said, as if Musk, the god of thieves, once called Shirek, the god of conspiracy, during the War of the Gods: My master...... and my love...... Well, thank you, Glenn felt that it would be surprising enough for a god to land in front of him and shout that I am your father, he doesn't need a yelling that I am your mother's existence.

But as he and Anrui said, the more the human brain can't think about something, the more it will think about something......

Musk's avatar stepped out of a thick gray mist, and he glanced at Gülen's thoughts—for no particular reason, purely routine and knee-jerk behavior—and he, or rather "she", frowned strangely. What is a pink elephant bouncing around the room?

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Musk, the god of thieves, probably doesn't know the pink elephant that scurries around the room.

The initiator had no idea that his pink elephant would become one of the questions that the god of thieves would never be able to steal the answer to, and he was already in the middle of the battle.

After the bolts and carts gradually lost their threat to the dragons, Alva's mages were devastated, if it weren't for the white robes and paladins, they would have been killed and wounded by the main target, Alva's heart and body trembled He had no son, just like many mages, he regarded his disciples as sons, his heirs, they were so healthy, so strong, if he hadn't brought them here, to the battlefield, they could have lived their long lives in peace- Some of them are not from Pittyfort, they are only here because they respect and love their Mentor, they believe in Him, and they are willing to lay down their lives for Him - but can he?

Mage Alva was about to ask his chief disciple to leave with some of his students, he did feel remorse, but luckily he had broken the contract with each of his disciples before he came here - he knew that both warlocks and necromancers were capable of capturing the souls of their enemies, and he didn't want his mistake to become a fatal weakness for his disciples, but before he could speak, a familiar scream rang out to his left, and Mage Alva turned his head to look as he threw his spell - A green dragon actually broke through their defenses, swooped down, grabbed a young mage's shoulders with both claws, and was about to drag him into the air, a knight of Tyre saw it, he jumped high, shouted Tyre's name, and swung his broadsword, the broadsword that shimmered with divine white light swept over the green dragon's claws like a chopping dead branch, and the mage suddenly fell from three or four feet above the ground, and it was at this time that Alva heard his scream, and the green dragon's claws, although severed, were still deeply embedded in his shoulders, and blood gushed out, soaking through the white cloak of the paladin who had grabbed him。

Even so, the crisis was not resolved, a black dragon spied the gap that the green dragon had broken, poked its head out and spat out a stream of acid, and the paladin with a mage, dodging fast enough, was still hit in both legs, and when he fell uncontrollably, he threw the mage hard and threw the mage to Alva's side.

The black dragon fell to the side of the knight of Tyre at this time, it was hatched, and then through magic it grew to about half the size of the previous adult black dragon, that is, only about twenty feet, but for a human, it was still a behemoth, there was not the slightest fear in the eyes of the knight of Tyre, his legs had been corroded to the point that he could see the bones, but he still "stood" on his knees, facing the dragon, and raised his broadsword.

The black dragon didn't come closer, and though it didn't have the intelligence of a dragon, it had the cunning of a beast, and it threw its neck back, its cheek puff up, and the new acid was ready to be spewed in between breaths.

The knight of Tyre thought that he would probably not be able to escape the chains of death this time, and there was not much fear or fear in his heart, he was sure that as soon as he went to the mourning wasteland, he would hear Tyre's call—he could smell the disgusting stench of the black dragon—but just as he was about to swing the last one, his eyes suddenly became occupied by a soft white light.