After escaping from the royal capital, with the help of magical horses, they traveled nearly three hundred miles south in one night, and then directly transferred to the "concave corner" with the help of magic scrolls , a remote village located in the royal capital of about 430 miles, and then in order to avoid Dylan and the mages pursuing, they had to abandon their original plan, and once again used a teleportation scroll without positioning, and the magic sent them to Dorling, Dorling and Concave Horn are almost in the same dimension, that is, the distance from the royal capital is almost the same, except that Concave Corner is located on the east side of the Highland Norman and Dorin is located on the east side of the Highland Norman.

It was because of this that Leona was able to catch up with them at this critical moment and save their freedom and lives from Dylan's hands in time.

But that didn't mean they could stay in the Highlands Norman, and the lords and consuls wouldn't tolerate Birdwin, for his charges had not yet been cleared, and no one dared or wanted to accept a sinner who had killed a king—except for the spirited lord Mullen, but neither Leona nor Birdwin wanted to put a heavy burden on the child's immature shoulders. Elsewhere, such as the Castle of Cape Cause, which Kerry was familiar with, its consuls also had to take into account their dealings with the Normans of the Highlands and the opinions of the people, and given their reputation as elven rangers, they might be able to show a little kindness and allow them to stay in the city for a few days to rest and get their bags ready, but it would be almost impossible to settle down for a long time.

"Then we will only have the Dragonfire Islands to go," said the thief, "even if there is one more princess among us." ”

"I think I have to warn you," said Leona, "there is no Norman princess of the Highlands, only Leona—and I would like to be a warrior if I could." ”

"Then can I just name you?" asked Glenn boldly, Leona was probably the second companion after the spellcaster not to be ill-willed by his profession, she was the daughter of a ruler who was just shy of inheriting an entire vast kingdom. The thieves are well aware of the position of these nobles, and they control both the good and the evil, like moving white and black pieces on a chessboard.

"No," said Leona, and as the thief was annoyed that she had taken a wrong step because she was impatient, she continued, "you must call me Lady Leona." ”

The black-haired spellcaster, who was flipping through a spell book, let out a grunt. Kerryben, who was sitting cross-legged beside him and tending to his longbow, shook his head with a smile.

"You're looking," said Kerry, pinching a piece of wax and rubbing it evenly against the bowstring - the blood and slime he had inevitably left on it as he strangled the monster with it, and he had only had time to wipe it off with a muslin cloth when he was in Spirit, and now he could finally find a little time to take care of it. "Is it the spell book in the half-demon dimension bag?"

"Yes. Cremar closed the book and turned it to the elf to look at its cover, the cover of the spell book was bound as a noblewoman's favorite jewelry, and the characters of pure gold were inlaid with various precious gems, I don't know if it was the effect of magic or the rays of the sun, and the elf would feel pain in the eyes when he looked at it—the mage pointed to the lower right corner of the book's cover: "Look here," there were two cracks as thin as hair: "This is the rune that Ilmut priest gave me." ”

The elf was slightly taken aback: "This rune fell from this spell book?"

Cremar nodded, the rune was like a hollow word, it was the first time he had seen familiar words in this strange and bizarre world. It felt very intimate, and almost all the runes on the spell book were in this shape, so when he saw the blank space, he filled in the rune block almost without thinking.

"Can other runes cast magic as well?"

"No, you can't. "Although the rune on the cover of the spell book is extremely similar to this rune. But Cremar thinks that they are only similar in appearance, and more correctly, the former is like a clumsy imitation of the latter.

"Can you tell me what kind of spells are recorded in this spell book?" the elf asked cautiously. It is rude and dangerous to ask a mage what spells are recorded in his spell book. But Kerry felt that Cremar would not lie to him or have a grudge against him.

"Actually," said the otherworldly soul with a sad face, "I can't read what's written in it at all. He cautiously opened the spell book. Covering the pages with his sleeve, leaving only a small corner - he didn't seem to encounter any warnings or threats as he tried to read the spellbook, but the former undead had reminded him that some spellbooks would hide the magic traps set by the owners of the spellbooks, that would devour clumsy servants or arrogant apprentices, and that in other cases the spells copied from the spellbooks would be too powerful to harm mortals or mediocre casters.

Kerry had just glanced at it and then quickly turned his head, his eye as if it had been stabbed by a needle with venom.

"Kerryburn?"

"It's fine. Kerribben took a deep breath, he groped for a bottle of potion given by the priest of Ilmort from his skin, and took two sips, the pure magical power and the life breath of the herb instantly merged into his blood, and with the blood flowed to his stinging eyes.

"Your eyes are bleeding. Leona said that the elf felt a warm hand approaching him, and then the soft touch of the cotton, and he thanked Leona by taking the cotton cloth to cover his eyes, his eyes were heating slightly, and after waiting for a while, Kerry opened his eyes, and he saw his companions who were watching him with concern—Berdwin, Leona, Glenn, and Cremar.

"Where's the spell book?" he asked.

"In my dimensional bag. Cremar said.

"It may be a spell book copied in the language of dragons," said the elf, "put it away, and don't let anyone but you see it." He said this, but he was full of doubts - before leaving the Silvercrown Forest, they had guessed that the other half of Cremar's blood might have come from a dragon, which was almost confirmed when he read the spell books written by the dragon without being harmed - if so, he should have been taught the dragon language, both reading and writing, but Cremar said he could not read it...... Those who don't know much about dragons may think that he is abandoned - dragons can sense the whereabouts of each of their children, and there is no possibility of losing them, but elves know that they will never abandon their descendants. If their children were too weak or clumsy, the dragons would not hesitate to eat them - Kerry remembered that Cremar had mentioned his father as a servant during his meeting with Mage Alva, so it was likely that his father was a human with dragon blood, a nobleman or lord who loved the Eya elves, and Cremar never mentioned his mother, so the black-haired Aya may have died or returned to her people long before he could remember.

"Is this the language of the dragon?" said the otherworldly soul in surprise, "I thought it was a trace left by a hen who spilled the ink and walked around the book." ”

The elf's eyes still hurt a little, but Kremar's words made him laugh out loud: "Don't let any of the dragons hear this." He said.

Because of Kerry Ben's eye injury, they stayed in the woods for a little longer. After the sun ceased to be so dazzling, the group stopped when the sky turned a soft violet, and Berdwin and Gülen cleared a flat spot in the recess where the two hillocks joined, and the hills and thick grass on either side perfectly blocked the night breeze from them, and their horses,

"Do you think it's going to rain?" asked the thief, the place was good, but the problem was that when it rained, it would turn into a mud puddle full of water.

"Not for a few days. The elf said, holding out a dry branch to Cremar, "Light a fire." ”

The otherworldly soul was busy bounce off a bug that had burrowed into his robes. He turned to his side, blew lightly, and a section of the branch immediately burst into flames.

Kerry threw the burning branches into the small campfire they had prepared, and the fire grew larger.

"I found a few eggs. Leona said, "There are some berries as well." ”

"It's the egg of the black-necked pheasant," Gülen said, turning it over and over for a moment, "it won't go too far from its nest." ”

"Isn't that enough?"

"It's so pitiful to lose our children, let's let them be reunited in our wombs. The thief said, and walked away. His figure quickly disappeared into the dark mist, making no louder sound than a panicked vole.

They didn't have to wait long before they heard footsteps again. For some reason, the footsteps were heavier and dragging than before, "Gülen?" asked Leona.

And Baldwin had stood up vigilantly, holding the broadsword that Leona had given him.

"It's not Gülen. Carey said, "Yes...... and he didn't have to say any more, for they had seen the uninvited guest.

"Meimi?"

The embarrassed Reverend Flo opened the blades of grass and appeared before them, she looked so haggard and uneasy, her expression was withered, she was still wearing the rosy silk robe, but there were only a few pearl tassels left at the hem, the robe was torn from the neckline, revealing nearly half of the skin, covered with bruises and bite marks, a few bite marks deep into the bone, dark red blood stains dotted all over her soft chest and waist like fragrant pea flowers, anyone who was not an idiot could guess what kind of torture she had suffered.

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Kerry remembered that Cremar had mentioned his father as a servant during his meeting with Mage Alva, so it was likely that his father was a human with dragon blood, a nobleman or lord who loved the Eya Elf, and Cremar never mentioned his mother, so the black-haired Aya Elf may have died or returned to her people long before he could remember.

"Is this the language of the dragon?" said the otherworldly soul in surprise, "I thought it was a trace left by a hen who spilled the ink and walked around the book." ”

The elf's eyes still hurt a little, but Kremar's words made him laugh out loud: "Don't let any of the dragons hear this." He said.

They stayed in the woods a little longer because of Carriben's eye injury, and only set off again when the sun was no longer so harsh, and the group stopped when the sky turned a soft violet, and Berdwin and Gülen cleared a flat spot in the recess where the two knolls joined, and the hills and thick grass on either side perfectly shielded them from the night breeze, and their horses,

"Do you think it's going to rain?" asked the thief, the place was good, but the problem was that when it rained, it would turn into a mud puddle full of water.

"Not for a few days. The elf said, holding out a dry branch to Cremar, "Light a fire." ”

The otherworldly soul was busy popping away a worm that had burrowed into his robes, and with a single blow, a section of the branch immediately burst into flames.

Kerry threw the burning branches into the small campfire they had prepared, and the fire grew larger.

"I found a few eggs," Leona said, "and some berries." ”

"It's the egg of the black-necked pheasant," Gülen said, turning it over and over for a moment, "it won't go too far from its nest." ”

"Isn't that enough?"

"It's so pitiful to lose our children, let's let them be reunited in our wombs. The thief said, and then walked away, and his figure soon disappeared into the dark mist, making no louder noise than a panicked vole.

They didn't have to wait long before they heard footsteps again, this time heavier and dragging for some reason than before, "Gülen?" asked Leona.

And Baldwin had stood up vigilantly, holding the broadsword that Leona had given him.

"It's not Gülen. Carey said, "Yes...... and he didn't have to say any more, for they had seen the uninvited guest.

"Meimi?"

The embarrassed Reverend Flo opened the blades of grass and appeared before them, she looked so haggard and uneasy, her expression was withered, she was still wearing the rosy silk robe, but there were only a few pearl tassels left at the hem, the robe was torn from the neckline, revealing nearly half of the skin, covered with bruises and bite marks, a few bite marks deep into the bone, dark red blood stains dotted all over her soft chest and waist like fragrant pea flowers, anyone who was not an idiot could guess what kind of torture she had suffered. (To be continued......)

PS: There is still a little tail that needs to be modified, and it will be replaced within half an hour!