"You're fat. Pen %Fun %Cabinet www.biquge.info," Cremar said.

"Chirp!" said Whiteface, rubbing Cremar's face with his beard, which had grown to the limit of an otter, that is, three feet long and forty pounds, and was heavy in his hand, like a furry weight, which immediately calmed the heart of the black-haired dragonborn. They were surrounded by a white-faced family, three small otters and a gentle female, the youngest of whom was covered in fine snow-covered hair, and they were feasting on a pile of roasted dried fish—these small fish were sea fish, small but full of fat roe, and they tasted exceptionally crispy.

Whiteface doesn't care about Cremar's banter, even the fish will sleep peacefully when winter comes, and like other animals, otters need to pile up plump fat before the snow covers the dense forest, otherwise what will they rely on to survive the long winter - except that they don't need to compete with their wives and children for food, compared to them, Whiteface is a strong and intelligent male otter with a vast territory from the Elven Court to the Starlight River - By the way, Whiteface thought about it, slipped off Cremar's lap, ran into the forest under the bewildered gaze of the black-haired dragonborn, sniffed with a shrug, climbed a towering silver-crowned tree, and after a fight with a squirrel, snatched its pine nuts and hazelnuts, and wood nuts (the fruit of the silver-crowned tree), and found a wide leaf (it stands to reason that there should not be such a large, green leaf in winter, but if there were, the otter wouldn't mind very much), wrapped them all up, sandwiched them under the forelimbs, and ran back to the big friend with only three paws, like a beloved stone。

When Kerry entered the royal court, he saw this scene, Cremar had taken off the red robe that meant evil and blood, and inside the red robe was the knee-length white robe given by Tyre, which shone softly like Mithril in the sun, and the otter was lying on his back on his knees, and the wife and children of the white face were busy rubbing their faces with their paws, and there were some nuts and their shells scattered around him. The elven rangers didn't even want to disturb them, spoiling the rare warmth and peace, but like all the appeal of a yellow-orange lit hut to a tired, cold, hungry traveler who had been trekking all night in the snow and wind, they also attracted Kerribben to walk over to Cremar, who sat down, then sighed softly, and half-reclined.

After lying down, the Elven Ranger realized that he was so tired - the burned and felled parts of the forest needed to be refilled, the damage and defects of the Chains needed to be re-weaved, the dryads and the elves who had returned to Angelis' knees needed a solemn and sacred farewell, the corpses of orcs, Grenadas, dinosaurs, and griffinxes needed to be reined and destroyed so as not to cause the plague and the druids' friends to be freed - they would survey and smell the entire forest, and no one knew about the red dragons. What will be left behind by the orc priests, the warlocks and mages of the Grenadas?

The elf's body suddenly weighed, he opened his eyes slightly, only to see the white face's flat face that became fuller with the passage of time, it came up and smelled the elf's scent, and then sneezed, Kerry had not bathed and changed clothes before, and there was still the stench of the orc when it was burned, and there was a smell that made it uneasy, it turned around, pointed its butt to Kerryben's face, raised its front paws and barked at Cremar twice.

"Is it the smell of the red dragon?" asked Cremar.

Kerry nodded, "If you need anything, you can take it." ”

"No," said Cremar after a moment's thought, "Gredi will not be unfamiliar with the smell of the heir, even if I hold it in my hand, she will take it, but I think you can ask Alva, and maybe Antonio." ”

"They're going crazy with joy. ”

Cremar smiled slightly, he believed that Mage Alva and Mage Antonio would make good use of this red dragon, and she could be called a gift of fate - even he and the elves did not expect that the trap they set would catch such a large prey, and thus affect the other two red dragons- Their greed surprised the elves, and Perrant only completed the last spell just as the red dragon was about to land, and to his surprise, the female red dragon should have noticed it at the end, but she didn't say anything, just let her brother bite and devour her.

Thinking of this, Kerry couldn't help but feel sad and frightened, this kind of trembling coldness and cruelty is what the Grenada and the Dragonborn believe in and practice, the Ranger has heard of it, but it is the first time he has seen and heard it so clearly, he can't imagine that Cremar, who will roast a small dried fish for an otter, and will be moved by the son of the outcast of the city in Cape Causeland, will eventually become one of them- Ranger rejoices in the purity of the Black-Haired Dragonborn's soul, but there is no doubt that if he chooses to return to the Red Dragon's lair, it will be his most fatal weakness - even if no one notices it, his mercy will still make him weak, and in that place, sympathy and pity are not a compliment, and the evil people of Grenada will only taunt him, humiliate him, and always look for an opportunity to tear him apart.

But just as Kerry had his own way, so did Cremar, and they used to walk side by side, but when parting came, the rangers would not hinder or hold back—it was their duty, and it was their destiny.

"Wait until the galaxy rises," he hears Cremar say, "I'm leaving." ”

Kerry suppressed his impulse: "You haven't even seen the third ray of dawn. ”

"I can't stay any longer," said Cremar, "and I'm going to meet Gredi the Red Dragon when I get back, and if I delay too long, she'll have questions." ”

The light in the dense forest faded and darkened, and on the banks of the Turbulent Starlight River, they held a small farewell banquet for Cremar, attended only by Kerryburn, Cremar, Perrant and his wife, Raven, and Whiteface and his family.

Cremar didn't appear to any more elves, not only to avoid superfluous explanations, but also because of his special status - he still needed to return to Grenada and not let too many people (even elves) know that it was best for him to stand, but Kerry didn't want him to be subjected to resentment and hatred.

In the waters of the Starlight River, there was a thin layer of ice that had been cut into a circle swirling, and the cold snap from the Wuthering Plains finally affected the place, and they roasted the fish, and some nuts, and Perrant even sparked some extra berries, which was almost a blasphemy against nature for the druid, but there were exceptions to everything, and when every druid had to do something that might cost him his life, he could be given a taste of the fruit that should not have been in the season, because he might never taste it again.

The black-haired Dragonborn opened the bone box, and inside was a folded piece of unknown items, as well as a rune fragment, which Kerry had taken from the Far North, brought back to the forest, and came to Cremar's hand, the blue light trembled slightly, like a vibrant heart.

"It's a dragon's tooth. Cremar said, slightly startling both Perrante and Kerry, who didn't find any dragon-related aura or signs on it, "just fragments, of course." Cremar said, then he opened the folded piece and stared at it for a long time in the firelight: "This is ...... Dragonscale ......"

Perrant lowered his head and quickly calculated how big the owner of the dragon scale would be—the largest scale on the dead red dragon was the size of a shield, and the scale, if it was also the largest, was the dragon that owned it......

"Is this what Gredy wants?"

"Her greed can swallow the whole plane," Cremar said, "but that's really the point. ”

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When a lord withdrew from the room of the princess Leona, his face looked as if he had just stepped down from the execution table, and the baroness smiled behind the fan, and as the leader of the nightingale, of course she knew why they were so frightened, it was because of the child in the room of the princess Leona. The relationship between the princess Leona and Birdwin Donclay has long been made public, but to these nobles, the relationship is nothing, but a child is enough, especially if he is still a boy, if the princess Leona dies before the marriage contract with another man gives birth to a child, then this child, even if it is born out of wedlock, may become the Norman king.

Even if they didn't, some stubborn old fellows wouldn't allow Berdwin to become the father of the new king, if he was at least the lord of Thundercastle and the paladin of Tyre, he was now just a degenerate, a lowly man charged with the charge of killing kings. Even if no one mentions it now, it is only so that the princess Leona can justifiably reclaim her surname and inheritance, and it is believed that Berdwin is just a victim of a conspiracy, probably only those young and naïve knights.

But who can make a lord a lord, aren't they those knights, not to mention, there are also heirs or nephews of the lord, they have become the power, authority or other in the hands of Berdwin, especially when Baldwin led them to recapture several territories and cities in one fell swoop, he was regarded as a glorious brave man by the knights under his command, and the horse coat and banner were openly embroidered with gray opposing giant bears, and the baroness believed that the lords who saw this must have mixed feelings in their hearts.

"Is there anything wrong?" asked the princess, the baroness with a strange expression, but these people were like that, and she was used to it.

"An old man wants to see you. The baroness said, "But before you do that, I ask you to summon the mages and the guards." ”

"Tell me his name. The princess said, "Otherwise, I will not see him." ”

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