"Mead or white wine?" said Ingway, the king of the jungle, "or mixed fruit wine? This is a new product, and the apples that Berlin had planted ten years ago had grown into trees and had borne a lot of fruit, and he had picked some of them, and stored them with cherries, plums, and blackberries, some of which had been fermented into wine," he held up a crystal bottle, which swayed with a blue-purple clear liquid, as beautiful as the sky at night. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"My ......," said Perrant, with a straight face, his injuries were mostly healed, but he still needed a long time to recuperate, and he could say without guilt that he would rather be with Raven and their youngest daughter, Sealile, than with Ingway. Although even the elf, the darling of Angelis, and now Sixe, only fell asleep with his fists clenched for a long time, but such a scene Perrant could watch it for a hundred years without getting tired of it.

"When it's just the two of us," Ingway said, "don't be so serious, Perrante—I'm inviting my friends to a new drink, not to negotiate or go to war." ”

Perrante had to take a glass of mixed fruit wine from his hand, the name of the wine was lame, but it tasted good, almost comparable to some full-bodied red wines, and there were nutty aromas in it, probably in barrels of oak or walnut. "Ingwe ......"

"Huh?"

"Kerry Ben is back. ”

"I know," said Ingway, "that he has come to visit me, though I was still asleep at the time. ”

"He's in ...... situation," Perrante spun his glass, searching for the right words, "It doesn't seem so good." ”

"And not more!," said the King of the Jungle, "he looks like a puppy abandoned in a swamp." ”

"Ingwe!" Perrant accentuated his tone, he never doubted that Ingway did not love Kerryben, even if he loved Celeir, it could not be said that Ingway loved Kerryben more, you know, Kerryben's mother, Ingway's wife had returned to Angelis's knees long before the catastrophe a thousand years ago, for more than a thousand years, it was none other than the king of the jungle who played the role of father and mother, no matter how busy the official business, the Singer elves could see their king and his only heir spend the best time of the day together, maybe dawn, maybe dusk, maybe it was warm noon, Ingway even gave it a name called Xiao Kai's special time period, and also noted on the memo that he painted a small flower.

This memo is still with Perrante, because it contains Kerryben's childhood graffiti - yes, under the serious and tense meeting minutes, there are little Kai's childish notes and drawings to record a bird, a leaf, or a piece of honey that he saw when he was with his father, anyway, all the good things will be written seriously by Little Kai, many of them are crookedly written at the instigation of the King of the Jungle, "Favorite Ada (as the elves call their father)" Words like that made the adult Kerry very embarrassed - Kerry would have hidden them and would not show them to anyone, so the King of the Jungle transferred them to Perrante's treehouse, so that if he wanted to see them, he could shut himself up in his room, sit in a rocking chair, and slowly flip through and reminisce with a delicious honey wine.

But such sweet memories are only for a hundred and fifty years. Ingway is the undeserved king of the jungle, and there is a necessary condition for being able to afford this title, that is, his reason must be greater than his emotion, to put it bluntly, cruelty and self-control. These two qualities rarely appear in free-spirited elves, and Ingway is not an exception, and Perrant is watching how he melts and polishes himself into a ...... little by little The king's—with blood, with pain, with the lives of their enemies and people—no one knows how much suffering and torture the Singh elves suffered on their way to the Silvercrown Forest, nor how much Ingway, the king of the forest, has lost and gained.

When Kerriben came of age, he was no longer the little Kai of the King of the Jungle, but just a soldier and a citizen, he no longer lived in his father's palace, but lived in a treehouse or fortress like the other elves, and had to carry out the same tasks as them, hunting, cleaning himself and his room, and in this long process, Ingway did not see him, nor did he allow Kerryben to enter the royal court, many elves thought he was too harsh, but Ingway never changed his ways.

Did Kerry have cried, perhaps, but even if he accidentally broke his longbow, or was bitten on his finger by a squirrel, or fell into the frozen Starlight River, he was still able to maintain a smile as warm and bright as the sun—just a little bitter.

When Perrante woke up, Kerry had returned to the royal court as a true warrior, and continued to live in the room next to the King of the Jungle, but his huts on the edge of the Grey Ridge and Silvercrown Grove were still preserved, and he would often go over to clean them for a few days. Then Kerry began to travel across the continent, sometimes for years or more, perhaps as little revenge as a cub - so it was Ingway's turn to miss his children.

The druids had been worried about this, but in Carey's view, Ingwe's teachings weren't a failure, just a little too harsh, as they are now.

"Cremar didn't come back," said Perrant, "but he's not dead, and he's not left somewhere else—I mean, he's never going back to Grey Ridge or the Jungle?"

"That little brunette has half elven blood," Ingway said mildly, "he's going to leave us after all." ”

"But not now, not in this way," Perrant stared at the King of the Jungle, "Kerry has never been so depressed, or did Cremar betray him, or was there something else?" he raised his glass menacingly, "Don't tell me you expected this. ”

"I swear not. The King of the Jungle said.

"Then ......," Perrante interrupted in the middle of his sentence, and Berlin bowed about thirty feet from them, evidently having something urgent to report.

Ingwe, King of the Jungle, raised his hand, and Berlin stepped forward and bowed again.

"Say," said the king of the jungle, handing Birling a glass of mead, "what?"

"Carey was going to ask me to open the Van Wehrin. Berlin held the wooden cup and said briefly.

"What does he want to know?" said Ingway, "but it doesn't matter, go open it, open Van Velilyn, and tell Kerry that if he can't find an answer, he can come and ask me, or if he finds it, I'll wait for him as well." ”

Berlin seemed to want to say something, but he held back, bowing again to the King of the Jungle and Perrante, and retreating.

As soon as the King of the Jungle turned around, he met his old friend's reproachful eyes: "Only once," Ingwe promised, "only once." ”

"You know that forcibly staying awake is very damaging to your body," said Perrant, but he was also helpless against the King of the Jungle, even if he wanted to force Ingway to rest, he couldn't beat him: "Well," the druid said gloomily, "If you don't want to discuss this, then let's discuss another matter, what did Kerry want from Valvelyn?"

"Guess?"

For a moment, Perrante really wanted to beat up his king and old friend, "What does it have to do with Cremar?"

"Yes. The King of the Jungle said.

"What is Cremar?"

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The royal capital of Grenada has been in a depressed and uneasy state lately.

No one knows why the red dragon and their common mother, Gredi, suddenly became furious, no one knows, only that they saw the massive red dragon take off from the Jaw of Death, fly into the sky, and then swoop down and pour fire into a place where a group of goblins gathered to raise livestock for the people of the royal capital, but after the red dragon's flames, all that was left was the hot scorched earth. Gredi's anger did not subside, her dragon children flew out of the lair, and her priests soon came out of the temple and sanctuary, demanding more sacrifices and human animals. Every non-Grenada was inevitably interrogated and blackmailed, even the most powerful mages and the richest merchants could not escape the rude treatment of the black-armored soldiers, some of whom were lucky, not because they were able to find the Dragonborn who could help them speak and vouch for them (at this critical moment, the more knowledgeable the insider, the more afraid they would not act rashly), but because they still had a little irreplaceable use for others, so they could at least get their personal freedom after being taken away from all the gold and goods, and as for those who were not lucky, the priests were not short of the sacrifices needed to sacrifice to GrediAlthough there was never a shortage of slaves on the black market in Grenada, there was no need to pay even a single copper coin for such sacrifices.

These were the people who were able to live in inns and houses, like the outsiders who roamed the streets of Grenada, like thieves, assassins, and wandering merchants, and glamorous prostitutes, who would normally avoid the black armor and red robes, but today whatever they said and did was mercilessly arrested, and some were killed on the spot. A wandering merchant was impaled in the chest by a soldier's short sword while offering a money bag in both hands, and a thief trying to use his superior skills to hide in the shadows and escape was captured by a warlock's little devil, who dragged him to death on the back of a horse, and their prey even included a mage, whose casting speed and accuracy could have been a mentor anywhere else, but he was besieged by three warlocks after defeating two rude soldiers in Grenada, and finally his soul was pulled out of his festering body and stuffed into a poorly textured gem, waiting to become an indispensable currency for warlocks to trade with devils。

But such a "cleansing" Action was not uncommon in Grenada, so after the initial chaos, the streets and markets calmed down as quickly as if they had been frozen, only they were empty, fearful or bloodthirsty eyes hid in the houses, looking out through the reserved peepholes and gaps, soldiers and warlocks walked through the streets, leaving blood and corpses, and the little goblins who fed on the corpses followed with muttering, and occasionally a soldier would turn around and hack one or two to death, and that was okay, as long as he remembered to pay for the temple or the warlock's tower。

There is a reason for Gredy's anger.

No one would be happy to be in the middle of a full meal and a comfortable nap suddenly jumped out of the air a stinking Kawu extravagant "messenger", and kept screaming: "Fool!

Others may not know what this spicy guy is shouting, but Gredy will never know, she clawed the "messenger", and when she opened the half-plane, she found the empty abyssal monster like a slave's belly, and Flo left only a broken body, the most essential part of which was long gone.

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