In the end, Kerry had not been able to find Cremar, he had no time, and the Singer elves had almost all returned to the Silvercrown Forest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info has not returned, some are sure to have returned to the knees of Angelis, the god of life, some have been imprisoned and have had an accident - these elven kings Ingway has also sent a good elven squire to help and rescue him, and his father and king need him. Carey was the last to step into the lock, and the elves were waiting for him at the edge of the Grey Ridge, and the otter had a white face, all of whom thought that the otter was there to meet Kerryben, but Kerry knew it wasn't.

It's hard to know what Ingway, the King of the Jungle, will look like when he unleashes all his powers—the locks are invisible, but the elves can hear the tiny gears rattling and turning against each other, the gurgling of heavy steel cables as they tighten to the extreme, and the ticking of reeds as they push away from the key and fall into the grooves...... The whole forest was shrouded in magic, and every elf, and half-elf, every animal, every leaf, every drop of water, and every wisp of wind, could not escape its gaze and interrogation, and compared to the half-elves who would become stiff and frightened even if they knew that this would happen, the elves were as comfortable as they were in the morning light and the starlight, and they allowed this power to pass through their bodies and minds, and they did not care at all about exposing themselves to it. They revered and trusted Ingway, the King of the Jungle, and were sure that he believed in them as well, without doubt or hesitation.

The hurricane of power passed quickly, without the slightest hindrance, and of course there was no confusion or mistakes caused by it, and every node of the Lost Lock was pushed in the right direction and fell into the right track, and if there was a human mage here, it would definitely be moved to tears.

Cremar once told the Ranger a very small story about loyalty and trust. The black-haired caster said, "What kind of friendship is the most sincere? Now that I think about it, how ironic it is, Kerry had always thought that on the road they walked side by side, it would be Cremar who would be the first to walk away, but he didn't expect that it was himself who turned his back to his friend first.

Perrant could see that Kerry was preoccupied, but he didn't know what was going on between him and Cremar, but even among the elves, he could be said to be an elder, and it would be extremely unwise to comment or suggest something he didn't understand.

Kerry nodded to Perrant and walked into the forest with the otter in his arms, and there was some discussion about whether the half-elves could be left in the Grey Ridge - Kerry walked past an elf with a young half-elf in her arms, probably only ten years old - the latter was asleep, probably for years, from the time the lock was completely down until the lock was opened again, they would be guarded and supervised by the forest.

The otter climbed between Kerribben's arms and onto his shoulder, resting its fat jaw, which had only three levels on the elven's coat, and looked behind it as the elven mages lifted the winged ships in the Starlight River at Perrant's command, the sails were removed, the masts were down, the vines came out from under the hull, and they were hoisted into the air, and the maple trees immediately covered them with their thick leaves, leaving no trace of them, and it would be difficult for humans to pass through this place to find that there were no less than twelve three-masted ships hidden here.

Whiteface had always been smarter than the other otters, and it was hard for him, his wife, his children, and the fools he had ever seen (they were all bitten away by Whiteface) to understand the behavior of humans and elves, but Whiteface knew a lot, just like now, the winged ship that was lifted would not bring that person again, and its gaze kept going up and down with Kerryben's pace, and it didn't exchange, it didn't struggle, but Kerry knew it was sad.

"How about I bake you some dried fish, white face...... It's like the kind of ...... he's baked," said the Elven Ranger, of course, he didn't wait for the otter's approval, Cremar caught the small fish from the cave where the water of the Grey Ridge River had accumulated, but Carey knew that these small fish came from the depths of the dense forest, and they gathered under the fallen silver-crowned wood flowers, scrambling to peck at the **** in the depths of the flowers , so their bodies do not have the fishy smell of ordinary fish, because of the relationship between nectar and plankton as food, their intestines and stomachs are not so developed, and if you look closely at the translucent white leaf-like body, there is only a gray-green thick line, which can be plucked directly from the tail.

Carey had seen and eaten Cremar's grilled fish, and he knew what to do— A pyroxene slate instead of powder, and then directly put the cleaned small fish on it, the pyroxene that absorbs the water will heat violently, and the heat will absorb the moisture from the fish, making the slate hotter, but when the water of the small fish is almost roasted, the oil in its body will emit a sizzling sound and a rich aroma, and he will not put salt and snow honey on the otter, because Cremar said that dogs and cats will be bald if they eat salt or sweet things, he doesn't know if otters will too, but it's better not to, white-faced people have a happy family, if just because they eat too much salted small fish and the marriage changes sadly, it is too ridiculous。

But the white face didn't move, and Kerry tasted one.

"I'm sorry," the Ranger said tiredly, "it doesn't seem to be tasty." ”

It's too bitter.

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Today, for Griffin, it may not be a good thing.

First of all, it actually mixed a piece of snake man's meat in its breakfast, it said that it didn't like snake man's meat, it was too cold and it would make it stomachache, and for this it ate the servant who prepared food for it was compensation, and when it went out for a walk, of course, you can also call it a patrol, met a lone female lion beast. Well, here, perhaps, we need to explain a little - the Griffin is in fact a large race of Soaring Lionmons, and a very strange one, to be specific, apart from the fact that they are not only chaotic and extremely evil, unlike most of their neutral or benign kind, but also that their race is all males, and there are no females, and if they want eggs, they have to chase after the female-faced Soaring Lion and beg her to condescend to accept their pursuits.

The problem is that the Griffin is a kind and graceful creature, and has never shied away from the rude and irascible Hippogriffin, so the Hippogriffin's pursuit is almost a feathered battle in the end, although the Hippogriffin often succeeds - this time Griffin encounters a lone female Lion, in a sense, no different from the dinosaur legs on a plate, but? The female-faced lion beast did not panic or flee from the first sight of it, but it actually smiled, laughing from the bottom of its heart.

Griffin admits that he forgot the eye that had not been completely freed from the bruising, and the bare chest that looked like a piece of skinned chicken, but didn't it see its fangs, and the pair of strong wings, and the beautiful, thick claws? Griffin didn't think he was funny at all, and the key thing was that it was also taken aback by the strange response of the other party, and didn't pounce on it in the first place. The Female-Faced Lion was clever enough to laugh and fled, and the most tragic thing was that the scene was also seen by a small group of sheep-headed sphinxes, who were hired as substitute mounts for the dragon's teeth, inferior in strength to the Hippogriffin, but not by much, so Griffin pounced angrily, and although he did let the fools learn his due, he was still a little injured - mainly because his previously sprained wings were crooked.

At noon, Griffin ate a bull to comfort his wounded heart, but what he didn't expect was that he heard the bad news from his master, the eldest son of King Grenada, the prince Mitkot - its owner was no longer the commander of the dragon's teeth, and the position now belonged to another man, that is, the black-haired bastard who had beaten him viciously outside the city, not by the power of magic, but by a strength even more terrible than that of an orc.

Well, this one could be relaxed, after all, that guy is also a dragonborn, but he's a living man, and Grenadari had never seen his scent in the previous hundred years, and Griffin could make sure of that - his knowledge of Grenada probably came from books or bards, and just such a person would be the master of the entire Dragon's Fang? If Griffin was a resident of another plane, he would have screamed "wtf"?! But now, when it heard the news, its fur and feathers on its wings suddenly exploded, and it looked like a fluffy ball of thorns.

"So," said Griffin unhappily, "what shall I do, my master? You are no longer the commander of the Dragon's Tooth, but I am still the leader of my race. ”

"You can be his mount," Mitkot said, "and he has knocked you down," he said. ”

"But I don't like him. Griffin said, looking expectantly at its master, perhaps once, hoping that he would say, "Me too." "Then they can work together to kill the dragonborn. But Mitkot just smiled, "I probably need to go find another Hippogriff soon," he said jokingly, "or would you like to recommend one for me?"

Griffin's answer is a pile of feces - yes, baby Griffin doesn't want to talk to you, and baby Griffin throws a pile of feces at you that it just dropped. Griffin liked Mitcot, he was as bad as a rotten melon at heart, and the man, if he was really an evil fellow, he should have broken Griffin's neck, or at least gouged out one of its eyes when he overturned it - or he was afraid of Mitkot, but Griffin had a more accurate premonition than the average Hippogriffin - he really didn't seem to be on their side.

After Mitkot left, Griffin flew into the desert to take a painful and happy bath, but when he returned, it saw two people at the top of its hated list, Mitkot, and the black-haired spellcaster, whose name seemed to be Cremar's, how Griffin sounded and thought his name was like cold in dragon language, and the small one, both of which Griffin hated the most.

Mitkot had Cremar come to meet his mount, and his mount to meet him, and the Dragon's Tooth was an aerial unit that often flew above the clouds with the Red Dragon, inflicting deadly intimidation and trauma on the enemy - the relationship between the Hippogriff and the Knight was quite close, in the words of a female warlock, that she slept with her as a Dragontooth Knight's lover and mount more than with her - While there are also mad griffinxes who throw their knights from high in the air, many more are willing to join their knights in enjoying the fire, blood, and screams, as well as the ubiquitous death.

But what Mitkot didn't expect was that his dear little brother would turn down his offer.

"You want to go on your own...... Catch...... A harpy-headed sphinx?" said Mitkot, desperately grasping Griffin's wings lest it pounce on Cremar and tear him to pieces, "but...... Sigh...... Sigh...... Alright, please be quiet, please be quiet, Griffin, Cremar doesn't know you. He turned to Cremar, "I can understand your thoughts, Cremar. He said, "But Griffin is the leader of their race, and it is the strongest - only it can be the mount of the Dragonclaw Commander, you can't choose a Griffin weaker than the Griffin as your mount, or they will riot! You don't want to know what a group of Griffins will be like when they riot!"

"Aren't there any other Hippogriffs here?" asked the otherworldly spirit.

"Dragonclaw has chosen the strongest from the beginning. Mitkot said.

The black-haired spellcaster glanced at Griffin, who still looked furious, but his bald area was no longer as undulating as Mitkot's caressing.

"Perhaps," said the otherworldly spirit, "but I think I should at least have a mount with a full mane." ”

...... After that, Mitkot really didn't want to reminisce. (To be continued.) )