The otter's white face was awakened.

Today it did not float on the water to sleep, and although it was the most comfortable way in the hot weather, the elven winged boat had been skimming the surface of the Starlight River as frequently as autumn leaves in recent days. Although the elves all know that there is a group of otters living here, and they have eagle-like eyesight and agile skills, and they will remove the clump or many small hairy creatures from the shadows cast by the ship before the wingboat descends into the water, but it will also bring a lot of troubles to be disturbed by people, for example, the elves who are not allowed to disturb the otters will always take this rare opportunity to hold them in their arms and rub them around...... No, the otter is gone, it needs the dignity that an adult male otter deserves, what is it about being caught in the hand with the belly up and the chin and belly?!

Not that it will refuse.

More and more elves came to Grey Ridge, and they came from all over the world, bringing with them a lot of good things, from fermented shark meat that smelled good to taste, to wild boar floss coated with honey, and salty and salty dried shrimp, and they also had grilled dried fish for Whiteface, but unfortunately no one could do better than the black-haired half-human who always wore a white robe, and although Whiteface's wife and children thought it was good, Whiteface trusted his tongue more.

The white-faced wife moved, and in this dark and warm nest, in addition to the white-faced couple, there were two of their children, the eldest of whom had not yet left the white-robed and black-haired half-human when he was born, and it had deliberately taken the child out to show them, and now its eldest son had already shed its milky fluff and replaced it with a layer of gray-black fine hair, and it had to change its coat color once to show an enviable dark brown like the white-faced and white-faced wives. The smaller one was born after the half-human left, and for some reason the white-faced wife gave birth to only one this time. But it was as robust as its brother, but unfortunately the half-human couldn't see it—it was a snow-white mass before it opened its eyes, and it was a completely swollen dough when it was curled up, and the half-human would be glad to see it, and the white face knew that he loved this more than any elf.

After a few months, gray-black hair has replaced some of the white hair. It makes the smallest otter look like it's covered in soot, but it's still cute, as evidenced by the fact that the three otters in the nest are always scrambling to lick its fur. It was also awakened by the sound of the winged boat as it landed, and although the winged was already much lighter than the other ships, it was impossible for the otters that roosted on the river to be inaudible by the heavy anchor thrown into the Starlight River, the dull clanging sound of hitting the rocks at the bottom of the river, and the regular lapping sound of the Starlight River's currents as it hit the hull of the ship.

"Ahh "Did we disturb you, Whiteface. ”

The otters with white faces stood upright on the river beach, and the elves did not need a springboard when they got on and off the winged boats, they were like flying feathers when they fell gently, and when they jumped they were like being blown by the wind, the white faces searched among them earnestly, and the brilliant magical galaxy crossed the sky, casting a deep blue sky light that no mortal could see. The starlight river is illuminated by them, as the name suggests. Thousands of stars were enveloped in each wave of water, and the elves' winged boats seemed to be anchored in the stars, and the elves who came and went were like messengers of the gods, their bodies covered with a transparent veil of starlight, and their eyes were as bright and clean as gems.

"I'm waiting for Cremar. One of the elves said, and then the other two laughed happily, "Looks like Kremall's little dried fish?" "But we'll also roast small dried fish for him." "Maybe it's because we don't have a relationship that we sit on the ground and share with it. Whiteface may have thought of Cremar as his brother. "If you calculate it proportionally, it's really about the same. ”......

Some of the elves hadn't been back to Grey Ridge and the Silvercrown Forest for years, some had heard from their friends' letters that there was another cute child in Grey Ridge, and some were completely unfamiliar with the name, so they couldn't help but ask. And their friends are always willing to explain in detail.

"He's with Kerry Ben right now. ”

"They haven't been separated since they went to serve together at Fort Thunder the previous year. One of the elves sighed slightly, "Although it wasn't from their intentions. ”

"I've heard a little bit about Birdwin," said an elf who had been out there for decades, enough to turn a human from a baby into a grandfather, "but I'd heard before that they'd gone to the Dragonfire Islands. ”

"For Berdwin's arm. His friend said, "You might be able to ask Kerryben specifically." ”

"He's back, too?"

"Of course, according to the pre-agreement, he should also arrive at Grey Ridge tonight. ”

As they spoke, another winged ship as graceful and white as a swan slowly landed on the emerald blue starlight river with a strong wind element, and the elves' exquisite skill made it so that there was only a fraction of a difference between the first ship and the second ship, they were so close that they were like a reflection in a mirror - after the wings and sails fell, the elves fell from the ship in turn, and the elves who were still talking about Kerriben just now suddenly found the dark green cloak embroidered with the holy emblem of Su Lun, "Kerryben is back." ”

All the elves who were still stranded on the river beach turned to look, and when they saw the elves who landed on the pebbles pulled down their hoods, revealing long pale blonde hair and handsome faces that were more beautiful than the moonlight, they couldn't help but feel lucky, although in the silver-crowned jungle, the status of royalty and nobility represented more of a duty than a right, but the elves all deeply and sincerely loved their king of the jungle, and in the catastrophe a thousand years ago, his lover died for the jungle, leaving only the infant Kerribben, who was also the only heir of the king of the jungleBecause of this, not only was Kerry unable to receive any privileges and care, but he was also trained and disciplined far beyond that of the other elves, and although this could be said to be a special kind of fatherly and royal love, they could occasionally see a slight trace of sorrow and regret in the king's eyes - sad that he could not keep even the only souvenir that his lover gave him, and that he could never be a true father to favor and spoil his children.

Carey Ben couldn't even live with his father for long. Like other adult elves, he spends almost infinite time outside the forest, making friends and spying on his enemies, and the slightest change in the outside world cannot escape their keen eyes, bringing back more than just shark meat, pork jerky, or stinky cheese. With all sorts of precious weapons, materials, scrolls, amulets, and most valuable experiences, the little gatherings they held every night in their rooms were more to ensure that their people could be protected by the jungle swamps and the Starlight River, and not be blinded by them.

Not to mention that every piece of information they obtained would be compiled into a book by the King of the Jungle, which was part of the Nightly Reading of the King of the Jungle, and who had survived not only more than humans, but perhaps even more than any living person on the continent (not including dragons), who was able to organize and sort out the contents of these intricate threads and weave them into a clear page. And search for important clues that might be placed in front of a mortal's eyes, which he would also ignore. For thousands of years, the Silver Crown Forest has followed the path the king has set for it, avoiding swamps or facing crises.

The King of the Jungle lowered the scroll in his hand, the dense text on it was like tiny ants, and the content expounded in it could make everyone who saw it tremble, but for the King of the Silver-crowned Forest, it was just a tiny drop of water. What worries him is that these tiny droplets of water are converging into a stream, probably in the near future. They will become streams, rivers, and even tidal waves, and their power will once again shake the continent, and if the King of the Jungle unleashes his power, he can even see their future—what an elven king who is already infinitely close to a demigod can see...... It devours all life, everything is destroyed and disordered, and the stars fall. The earth cracked, the rivers dried up, the oceans boiled - but not without hope, but that hope might need to be built on the bones of countless people. And it's so slim and empty.

And then, like every hymn you and I can hear, there will be brave men, but equally ironic will be...... They......

The branches and leaves of the Silvercrown Tree swayed layer by layer, and the wind whistled through the branches and leaves like a tidal tide crashing against the shore, and they slammed against the body of the King of the Jungle, his knee-length silver hair and silver-gray robes cluttering behind him, just as his thoughts were.

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"You're not welcome here. Ryitt said.

"I'm glad to see you the way you were, dear sister. The warlock, who had visited without invitation, said that he had a face that would have been familiar to Berdwin, for it was at the tournament in the White Tower that the bard had won his favor with a poem praising him, and had been brought back to Castle Thunder, and had somehow disappeared in the terrible battle, and that his face was as pale as before, and the shadows under his eyes still made it seem that he hadn't slept well for days, but that did not include Reyette, who were probably closer by blood than the others, and one of them had to be called brother and sister to the otherBut Ryette knew that this was nothing more than a disguise, ready to change at the request of his master, like a pair of ominous shadows, and how much contempt he had received at that time, and those who despised him were now either food for the devil, or were put in glass bottles in pieces, or had all kinds of accidents that might not even be able to recover the soul. Yes, in the tower of Grenada, death that is not caught directly is an accident, and no one will look for the murderer, unless that stupid guy is wrong about some mentor.

Of course, her brother would not make such a mistake.

"You should know that the White Tower is mine," said Ryette, "my dear brother." Although she felt disgusted when she said the term, she had been disgusted by the bastard's title once before, and she couldn't help but fight back, but she soon regretted it, because this kind of counterattack might not be as good as a mouthful of acid for her brother, but it effectively exposed her cowardice and cringe.

"I'm not here for your White Tower. The former bard said softly, his voice changed and became less rich, but as clear and deep as the other spellcasters, and he also took off the bard's ornament and wore a sumptuous crimson velvet robe with runes embroidered on the inside, and the belt was inlaid with precious stones, and hung scroll belts and potion bags, and the long, wide sleeves covered his fingers, and Ryette could guarantee that his sleeve might have hidden a dimensional bag, and there were more in his robes, and there must have been no less than three wands stuck in the fixed leather ring around his waist, after all, this was the usual equipment of a warlock in Grenada, and she was much more shabby in comparison。

It's not that she didn't, the "tobacco" she had planted in the Partridge Hills had already yielded its first harvest, and her mages and warlocks had concocted various potions to craft it into various forms to ensure that it could be used most widely- Among them were tobacco, which is hardly to say, pills, in wax coats, or potions, which could be used as a remedy against all kinds of diseases, especially the pain caused by trauma, and among them were crepes mixed with honey and flour, and the elves used to have small cakes made of vine powder, which were very popular with merchants and mercenaries, because they were not perishable, and they could satisfy their hunger with a small amount, and their bread was better than that of the elves, and as long as they ate it they did not feel hungry, and they felt refreshed.

They even told people in advance that it was a little poisonous, but for the poor civilians and mercenaries, a little poison was far from covering its merits, and besides, those mandala flowers, those belladonnas, those elderberries were not poisonous? as long as they could achieve their purpose, humans were not constantly using them? but that would have been so that some priest of Ilmot would not notice that something was wrong, but in a few years, three years, five years, or seven years, less than ten years, they would not have to worry about it, these "tobacco." "It will give them an innumerable number of slaves and believers.

And the wealth of the original merchants of the White Tower has been piled up in her inner vault, although a large part of it needs to be sent back to Grenada, but she will not have much objection if she takes some of it, after all, the administrators of other places do the same, the problem is, she is now in her bedroom, the White Tower can be said to be the safest and most dangerous place, her bed is no less than a dragon's lair, but just like that, when she suddenly woke up from a nightmare, she saw her brother sitting at her feet, his wand facing her, and a fierce spell was about to come out。

"Did your mentor get you here?" her brother was better than Ryette, so he had the privilege of being a disciple of Austal who was most favored by his "mother".

"Why do you say that?" said her brother, "is it because you are trying to snatch his prey?" )