As soon as you open your eyes, you are standing a flag.

In the past two chapters, I have a feeling of watching and commenting.

- Author.

ps: Kerryben's elf name can be extended to Keller Peng, which means silver tree, belonging to an ancient and great elf king, absolutely tall and tall - as for him to be a ranger for Mao, well, in my setting, although there are also kings and nobles among the elves, they are more about taking on heavy responsibilities rather than just enjoying themselves, so Kerry needs to serve as a striker and guide for the people he travels with, and his special identity can also help him get a relatively high starting point in the outside world - Almost all of the people he had met and dealt with were authoritative or powerful people in one place......

Kerryben's team was supposed to arrive at Thundercastle at noon on the sixth day, but thanks to the increasingly rampant goblin colonies, scattered orcs, and giants, they were finally able to step into Lord Baldwin's vast territory in the glimmer of light on the seventh day. By the time they could see the edge of Thundercastle's mottled gray walls, the brilliant magical galaxy had completely crossed the black velvety sky, the light of the stars illuminating the rammed path and the mud huts in the distance, and the elves could smell the smell of burning damp wood and leaves from the coniferous wind.

The night watch of Thundercastle met the elves when they were still fifteen miles from the fortress, and their captain, a very spirited young man, stayed behind to go with the elves, and his team continued their mission, and two other children who were skilled in horsemanship and sharp eyes were sent by him to inform Thundercastle of the news.

The shape of the dragon's belly pass has nothing to do with the dragon's belly, it is more like a dragon's blind tube, slender and curved, with steep cliffs on both sides, and it is called so because it is as fragile as the dragon's belly for the land of humans and elves - when Thunder Castle was not built, thousands of orcs rode giant wolves every year. Horned deer and horses passed by, carrying empty bellies and leather bags, both of which were filled when they returned, and they drove two or three times as many slaves as they did sheep and left behind ten times as many carcasses.

The Normans of the Highlands were only a large tribe at that time, and their leader had a farsightedness that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, he could be said to have devoted all his resources to build Thunder Castle, cutting off the only passage for the Orcs to go south, the bloody and brutal invasion was contained, his tribe was able to breathe and develop, he took back more wealth and the love of almost everyone, his son established the country on this basis, the leader died without being able to put on a crown robe, hold a scepter, but in order to show his respect for his father and show the orthodoxy of his identity, and respect the will of his son, the Norman King of the Highlands, he became the first king of the Highlands Norman nearly twenty years after his death。

The first lord of Thundercastle was the younger brother of the Norman king of the Highlands, and then the king's second son or nephew, the king's son-in-law or grandson, in short, they were all relatives worthy of their trust and blood relationship, the previous lord was the king's cousin, when he recommended Birdwin, who was from a humble background and was not even a nobleman, to become the next master of Thundercastle, the people of the royal capital were boiling, and then people agreed that Birdwin was the illegitimate son of the old knight, and the so-called adoption and military exploits were just to hide people's eyes, and even when he was a prince, he fought side by side with BirdwinThe current king, who is well acquainted with his bravery and wisdom, cannot help but be skeptical of this rumor, after all, as a commoner, no matter how illustrious his merits, and how outstanding his talents and bravery, a small piece of land, dozens of serfs and a knight's title are enough to send away.

The old knight always dealt with those who came to inquire with an ambiguous attitude, and when the king waited for the king's decision, he gave a series of reactions not so much to clear up the rumors as to add fuel to the fire, and the strange thing is that his own son did not have any dissatisfaction with this, you know, although Thundercastle is dangerous and barren, it is indeed a land that can be said to be quite objective in terms of area, but the prodigal and lazy orthodox heir either pretends not to understand or bluntly expresses that he is not interested in that ghost place in the face of the provocation and instigation of his fox friends and dogs。

Berdwin, who had lived briefly in the royal capital during his ordination and acceptance of Thundercastle, and had dealings with the old knight's son, had to admit that he wasn't that bad as a brother that people thought he was, but that this bastard, who was of noble birth and wealth, but was more akin to a merchant in nature was not suitable for Thundercastle, and he feared that this guy might be able to sell Castle Thunder for a good price - as long as the orcs could afford it.

But he also had some considerations, and he promised his god Tyre and the king that when he was old, wounded, and dead and could no longer fulfill his obligations as a knight and lord, he would return Thundercastle to its true owners - let the king decide who would inherit this most important level - if it weren't for the fact that the king had only one daughter and the king's younger brother was weak (he couldn't even ride a horse), as a knight of Tyre, Berdwin would not have taken over the reign of Thundercastle.

- Baldwin didn't know why he remembered so many years ago, perhaps because he had seen so many people when he returned to the royal capital this time—kings, princesses, dukes...... He visited the upright old man at the old sir's family graveyard, who had died six years earlier, and his titular brother, who owned the largest chamber of commerce in the whole of Norman Highland, and who had to cover his eyes from the brilliance reflected in the gold and jewels he wore on his body every time he saw him.

And, of course, his wife, Baldwin smiled, and they had spent many passionate and crazy nights, scratches and bruises on each other's bodies, and he might have a child—a child, a child they had been expecting for a long time, and he wondered if he should go and sacrifice to Greday, but he must say that as a knight of Tyre, many of Priest Gredy's actions made them suspicious— Or he should have taken his wife to Thundercastle, where a couple thousands of miles apart would not have a child even if they sacrificed an entire ranch to Gredi, at least not one of them.

Thinking of this, Berdwin couldn't help but think of his mistress—nobles always had mistresses, and the nobles of the Highlands Norman were no exception, but the last time he returned to the royal capital to report to work, the atmosphere in the royal capital was not so corrupt— The Norman aristocracy, which had previously sought only one or two unmarried merchants or commoner women as their mistresses, was now enthusiastic about any class, not even women, with men greased and whitewashed, women bare-chested, courtiers with prostitutes and Flo's priests staying all night, roasts piled up into hills, and mead and iced liqueur flowing like water.

Fortunately, his wife remained simple and pure, but Baldwin knew that she was in a state of extreme tension and unease, and she asked him more than once what he thought of his lover.

"We're not going to be like them," Baldwin shook his head, holding up her hand to the side of her cheek and kissing her, "We love each other." ”

He had decided to bring his wife to Thundercastle after the end of this winter campaign, and she could live in the inner city instead of the fort, so that Berdwin could return home every ten days, and he missed her broth and vegetarian pie, which he hadn't eaten in a long time since he had left that little shack.

The guards' briefings interrupted his warm fantasies, and Berdwin ordered them to lower the drawbridge, pull up the floodgates, and light torches along the way, preparing hot water and food.

The cold wind of the night had taken on a slight metal blade, and the elves had pulled up the hood of their cloaks, but the glint of the Mithril Chainmail could still be seen from their necklines, and the Baldwin who had come to greet them in person gradually became solemn as they approached, his time in Thundercastle had allowed a human baby to grow into a sturdy teenager or maiden, and every year the elves came to fulfill their covenant, and the King of the Silvercrown Forest had never been so generous.

He hid his sense of foreboding deep in his heart and hugged Kerry Ben hard.

"Ah," said him when he saw Cremar, "and you have brought this little fellow with you this time." ”

"He's smart and tough, but he doesn't have the experience and lessons he learned. Carey Ben said.

"We've got a lot of those stuff here," Berdwin said, "but it's a bit of a struggle to get them." ”

"Your room is ready, in the original tower," said Berdwin, as he walked side by side with Kerryben through the dark corridors, "and hot water and food—I'm going to have a feast the night after tomorrow, and you'll have a good rest tomorrow." ”

"Thanks, Baldwin," Kerry joked kindly, "but there's a good chance we'll eat a good portion of your reserves." ”

"But it can bring more," said Baldwin, "and the sheep, horned deer and bison of the Dragonspine Mountains will weep bitterly." ”

As Baldwin had said, the tower where the elves habited had been kept clean and tidy, the fireplace next to the side of the hall was blazing, the pots on top were boiling and smelling of honey, the long table was piled with salty bread and thinly sliced sausages, and there were all sorts of nuts and berries, especially many of them, but each of them was so small that you can imagine how hard it must have been for those who collected them—Thundercastle was located at the northernmost point of the Silver Crown Forest, where they left earlier in spring and autumn.

A bard sits on the edge of the hearth with an elegantly shaped sitara on his lap. He stood up and bowed slightly to the elves when he saw Kremall, "Would you like some music?" and he smiled and said, "Love, or war?"