When Adel met Cremar at Cape Ruby, he thought he would be happy with the news. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This idea was created by a glimmer of inspiration that the soul of the other world occasionally captured in the fragments of memory. On the other plane, there is no magic, no gods, only clumsy and fragile humans compared to trees and animals, but they have become masters of the plane, and they have revered nature, but after discovering that nature can also be manipulated or used by them, this only awe is gone. In order to survive, to survive better, to survive more comfortably than any other existence, human beings do everything, and the number and variety of creatures destroyed by them are incalculable, and sometimes, there is no reason or benefit, just an occasional small mistake - for example, the extinction of the Panama tree frog is caused by the pet frog, a small golden frog called chytrid, and perhaps at the beginning, it was just a willful and naïve child who wanted his "little friend" to meet his "big friend" 。

So, if in the same way, if there is a biological bacteria or insects that are completely aimed at the raw material "tobacco" of the Dragonfire Islands, can this thorny problem be solved once and for all, no matter how talented and skilled the warlocks are, they still need raw materials to make potions, and it is precisely for this reason that the priests of Gridi have been using various means to expand the cultivation area of "tobacco" like the spread of the plague. It was for this reason that, after the priests had joyfully produced their first finished product, the Morning Blue-winged Butterfly (they still lacked knowledge of germs after all), the princess Leona chose to silently obligate their letter - no doubt it would completely anger the red dragon Gredi, who was already on the verge of madness at that time.

For the next seven years, the Dawn Blue-winged Butterfly was carefully hidden in the fortress in the middle of the lake, where there was a small courtyard, and the skillful hands weaved a mist-like net over the courtyard, and the Dawn Blue-winged Butterfly rotated in this small world for a lifetime, and they were not natural creations, which saddened every druid who participated, even if they were created to destroy another unnatural creation - the adult Dawn Blue-winged Butterfly in "Tobacco" Dancing on the gorgeous flowers is an unforgettable sight, but not necessarily for those who grow "tobacco". After the eggs hatch into larvae, they will burrow into the depths of the flower, find a gap in the ovary to live in, and begin to eat and drink, after the ovary has developed into fruit, although the outer skin is intact, but the inside is completely empty, when people start to harvest the fruit, they have already drilled out of the fruit, down the stem, eat the roots, and after being full, they pupate in the soil, and wait until the next year people have no choice but to start planting new "tobacco" , they crawl out of the dirt and transform from ugly worms into beautiful and graceful blue-winged butterflies.

The Morning Light Blue-winged Butterfly was not created out of thin air, its original form was a small worm that had no carapace and no wings, similar to a translucent slug, and it ate a lot of things, especially the sweet fruit fish rhizome. After the "tobacco" was widely cultivated in the Dragonfire Islands, they also became interested in the cyan bulb with its sweet and bitter juice - it distressed the lords of the Dragonfire Islands, because the main ingredient of the potion was the juice of the fruit, and it also made the priests of Rosada and Ilmut secretly happy, and without this little worm, their journey might have been a little longer and more tortuous.

In the seven years of silence, the morning blue-winged butterfly has gone through countless generations of evolution, and its dedication to "tobacco" has almost reached the peak level, and the females among them can lay up to 500 eggs at a time, and they do not lay eggs in one place like ordinary butterflies, these 500 eggs are often evenly dispersed in dozens of large flowers, and the sweet nectar is their first food. The eggs are small, like larger pollen grains, and they are impossible to distinguish without holding the flowers in your hands, and when they leave the fruit, they are only the size of a barley, enough to climb down the stalk of the "tobacco" while emptying it.

But the greatest enemy of the secret is time, and the attack came without warning—the sea fog before dawn silently invaded the side islands with poison, the dose of which was so slight that it could only make mortals feel dry noses and itchy eyes, but it could poison every blue-winged butterfly, even their chrysalis in the ground.

"And how did the last blue-winged butterfly survive?"

"A mischievous druid apprentice. "They weren't allowed to keep butterflies, chrysalis, or eggs, but he stumbled upon a big creature that had been missed, and he hid it in a sealed silver box, so he escaped the catastrophe." Now they are nervously rebreeding more blue-winged butterflies - under the protection of the Norman kings of the Highlands. Adel pointed out a location on the map, and it was not in the Norman capital, but in the middle of the field within a block of time from the Darling Knights.

The otherworldly soul noticed that it was not very far from the White Tower, the Castle of Cape, and the Luzel, and perhaps all it needed was a breeze in the middle of summer, and the beautiful and silky wings of the morning blue-winged butterfly could cover the highlands of Norman, the Partridge Hill, the white walls of the Stripe Fortress, and the scattered fields of Luzel overnight.

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A breeze blew across Ann Rui's cheeks.

The White Tower was once again in chaos and flames, but this time the curse and screams sounded so pleasant, more pleasant than the music of the most brilliant musicians, and the flames were so beautiful, brighter than the dawn of the morning, or the light of dusk, and the wind brought a scorching smell, but it was more beautiful than a rose or a laurel, which Anrui said.

Gredi's temple, sanctuary, and stronghold of the "Fine Net" guild have all been burned down, although this may be a pity for some, after all, when it was built, neither the priests nor the thieves of Gredy were stingy, after all, it was not they who paid but the lord of the White Tower, Anrui. The precious stones, the gold, the alabaster, the ebony, the pearls, the silk, the white porcelain...... They all became black monsters twisted in flames, but Anrui didn't feel anything about it, it was something she had wanted to do for a long time.

The priests who have lost their divine powers are still the Dragonborn, and there is also the "Thin Web" The Guild has lost its leader, but there is no shortage of ambitious and skilled thieves who have ravaged and feasted on this once-prosperous city, mocking their cowardly and stupid lords on the mountain-like corpses, yes, they still think so, even though Anrui already has the power she does not have, they are still full of contempt for the lords of the White Tower, they think she is like a dog with a collar on her back, no matter how hard she howls, it will not pose a threat to them, not to mention that she never barks.

Anrui just unleashed a demon.

She was ready, her strength was as mixed and twisted as her body, but it was also power, and if the devil was not satisfied with the price of the contract, she could also let him return to the bottomless abyss, to be a maggot for a hundred years—she could imagine how angry and crazy this devil would be, how she would suffer, and after her soul fell into the devil's hands according to the contract, she would tremble at the thought of this Anrui, but she trembled as she trembled.

But no, Anrui lowered her head and stared at the long arrow in her hand, it was a magic arrow belonging to the elf, piercing the devil's throat, forcing him to return to the bottomless abyss unwillingly, the devil's blood had contaminated the Mithril arrow, the inlaid gem had shattered, and Mithril had become dull, but Anrui still felt a tingle when she held it. She was no longer the Angel she had been, and the owner of the White Tower could feel the arrows rejecting her, even if it was the one who saved her—just like the elves, when the devil's huge body collapsed, she saw the long, pale blonde haired elf, the Ranger Kerryben, the current King of the Jungle, and Perrant beside him, all of whom had hugged little Anrui and kissed her on the cheek. She grieved them, they were disappointed in her, the White Tower's connection to the Silvercrown Forest had been cut off forever, but they would still shoot through the devil's throat at the last moment.

Anrui dismantled the arrow and hid it in her dimensional bag, and like an egret finally freed from the filthy mire, she flew across the White Tower, calling out to her people, calling them, out into the streets, to see the city reborn.

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Berner looked down at the arrow in his hand, he didn't know why his mother sent this arrow, but his heart rejoiced, because his mother and the White Tower had been freed from the shackles of the red dragon Gredi, the temple had been burned down, the guild's stronghold had been uprooted, and the White Tower could finally return to its former tranquility.

"Do you want to go back?" asked the messenger of the White Tower, cautiously. It was a mistake for an emissary, his face was not handsome enough, he looked like a potato, his features were squeezed into a line, and although he was dressed luxuriously, his back was habitually bent, but Berner knew that it was because the population of the White Tower had been reduced to a stretched level, especially the wealthy families, who were the first targets of extortion by the priests and thieves of Gredi, and the losses were particularly serious, and it was helpless to choose such a man as a messenger.

"Nope. Berner said.

The messenger almost jumped up, and as literally the chair creaked loudly, the voice immediately reminded him of his identity, but the sincere anxiety made him cry out quietly, "how can you not go back?" he said, "your mother is waiting for you, and the White Tower, the people of the White Tower, your people, now the White Tower is you, and your mother's White Tower, my lord, you are safe, no one will threaten you anymore, you can go back, return to your mother." ”

"It's because the White Tower is safe. Bernard said, "I can't go back." ”

"Adult ......"

"When my mother sent me to the knees of Queen Leona, she was still in exile," said Berner, "and she had not even reclaimed her family name and inheritance, and her husband, the former king of Norman, was only a sinner, and all they had were soldiers and knights banished from Thundercastle, less than a thousand, and they would not have had a place to live if it were not for the willingness of His Highness Cremar of Grenada to give him his own land. But she accepted and protected me. ”

"That's because ......"

"Because of my mother and her dealing," Berner said, "yes, I know, even though I was very young at the time, I knew a lot of things. ”

"She," said Berner, "and then her husband, who sheltered me for so many years, and raised me from a toddler to a teenager, and I grew up under their knees like another child of theirs, and Raytzer and Lehman were like my own brothers, even though I was a foreigner, and I had not a shred of Highland Norman blood in my body." Now she is going to die," he said calmly, but the messenger heard the sorrow in it: "I cannot leave at this time, it is no different from turning my back, I will spit on myself, every night of tossing and turning." ”

And what he could not say to the messenger. Baldwin Donkray has been pronounced dead, but there are still some people who have noticed something strange about that night, and although they don't fully know what happened at that time, rumors and rumors never need to be founded, and it is especially disturbing that they have guessed that the Red Dragon is here for Baldwin, because Baldwin has stolen a treasure that belongs to him. Their king not only failed to bring a peaceful life to his people, but also brought disaster to them, and everyone could see that if it were not for the appearance of Rosada, the god of morning light, the lava beneath the feet of the red dragon would melt away the entire Norman capital in the highlands.

And Lei Zhe and Lehman, because they were questioned, if their father was a sinner, then how could they become the new Norman kings with the blood of sinners? Not to mention, the previous murder of the king by Baldwin Donclay has been brought up again, if it were not for the death of John, Diane and Dylan long before he entered the royal capital, maybe he would have to bear more sins, even so, there are legends that Baldwin Donclay, and even the princess Leona, who was deceived by love, hired assassins to murder three blood relatives in a row in the chaos.

Rumors, like plants that bloom in spring, sow the seeds of sin from the king's capital to the surroundings, and these seeds have fallen not only in the hearts of the nobles, but also in the hearts of the commoners and serfs. Leona had found out that these were thieves, and although they had destroyed the guild and destroyed the stronghold, they had not been able to catch every maggot that hid in the darkness, they hid in filthy and depraved places, silent during the day, but when night came, they grew wings and buzzed in everyone's ears.

The terrible thing is that even the Grizzly Legion is beginning to waver, they are some young people who have admired Baldwin Donkray and entered the legion, because they revere Baldwin as if they were gods, so they can't bear to have the weaknesses and shortcomings of mortals as well, they either argue with those who are suspicious of Baldwin, or directly ask the old people they think they can trust- Some of the answers comforted them, while others made them feel like they were falling into the abyss, a grizzly knight was arrested in the royal tomb because he thought Baldwin Donclay was a hypocrite who did not deserve to be buried with the great kings.

Bernard had been Birdwin's retainer, his adopted son, and he bore the brunt of the questioning, after all, not everyone had the courage to stand in the way of Queen Mother Leona and King Razer, if at first Berner had thought of giving an honest and fair answer, then he could only affirm that Birdwin Donclay was a loyal and heroic knight, and that all the charges were unknowingly slanderous, otherwise? Watching the Grizzlies fall apart, and Leona and Lei Zhe, Lehman is either reduced to a puppet or dies because of various accidents?

Now he was the only one who could take on the responsibility of leading the Grizzlies, and when Razer placed the sword on his shoulder, Berner had never felt that a sword could be so heavy, and the eyes of countless people were staring at him, either hopeful or maliceful.

"But......" The messenger wanted to say something, but he was too incompetent to continue the persuasion, but only a horizontal oval face swollen red, and he searched for words with difficulty, until Bernard couldn't help but smile and shook his head: "All right," he said, "don't say any more, in this world, there are always things that you can't decide for yourself." ”

He stood up and summoned the guards to take the messenger down, "Give him a comfortable room," he kindly commanded, "and water, bread, and jerky, but without my own command," he glanced at the messenger whose eyes suddenly widened, "and no one can let him go." ”