Raven took a petal from the branch, lowered her knees, knelt beside the fountain of life, scooped up a spoonful of the water, and brought it close to her lips, the sweet and clear icy spring water became warm and pleasant when it touched her tongue, and when they flowed into her throat, a rich force spread from Raven's heart to any part of her body.

The female elf's belly protrudes with a small bulge, and she and Perrante's child apparently welcome the drink as well, and its little fist rests against Raven's stomach, and Raven covers her palm, and the little bulge begins to move, as if playing a game with her mother, a game that Perrant was his favorite while he was still alive Raven remembered that the first time Perrante saw her belly bump, the jaw-dropping look that made him a poor fool, and at first he was full of awe of the scene, just as Raven was pregnant not with a fetus but with a miracle from Angelis, the god of life, but in the end these did not outweigh his love and curiosity for the child, although he did not have the courage to sense the fetus with the palm of his hand until he left the druid.

Raven placed his hand on the bun, and the druid's fingers that could pull the steel string longbow trembled rarely, and he knelt down, searching for the fetus's small hands or feet with his lips.

Thinking of this, Raven sighed slightly, she could give birth at any time, and when Perrante returned to the Silvercrown Forest, he would be greeted by two people - his wife and his child, which may be a pity for him - every elf who has become a father will guard his wife's side, watch the child be born, listen to the child's first loud cry in this world, and give him/ She has a light kiss that symbolizes love and protection, but this is Perrante, whose sense of responsibility and mission has always been the strongest among the Singer elves, which makes him sometimes seem like a stubborn human.

Raven's palms slid down slightly, frowning at the same time, two or three small bulges appeared in her abdomen at the same time, and the fetus was restless, but this was a dense forest, and the lock had been opened, and there would be no dangerous intruders...... The female elf's heart suddenly beat violently, and she trembled, and stood up, and the elves who were sitting or lying down under the silvercrown tree were also vigilant.

The whole maze was vibrating.

The elves heard the plucking of a string or bowstring like a farthest place, emanating from the center of the fountain of life like ripples on the surface of a lake, spreading thousands of miles away.

Ingway put down his quill, stood up, and walked quickly out the door.

The deepest part of the fountain of life emitted a soft light, like moonlight, like starlight, some impatient elves had already drawn their double knives or raised their longbows, and Raven made a cast gesture with a solemn expression, and a powerful spell was ready to be fired.

Then she saw Perrante.

The spring washed the blood from the druid's body and made his injuries clear—a missing piece of his skull, a sunken forehead, a slit throat, and the loss of a left foot, which were the most horrific of all, so that some of the other messy but deep wounds were even a gentle touch compared to the former. A black mist rose from the depths of the wound, and then it was enveloped and swallowed by the light, and the largest silver-crowned tree in the spring shook its branches and leaves, and countless silver-crowned flowers and emerald leaves fell from the branches and fell into the spring. As soon as he fell into the spring, the flowers and leaves melted away like ice and snow in the sun, and the life force they contained seeped into the druid's body from everywhere, and his wounds stopped bleeding and began to slowly retract and heal.

Raven pressed her abdomen, took a step back, the pain came from within her body, she gasped, took a deep breath to calm her emotions and pain, an elf ran over to help her, and found that Raven could no longer control her body, she was falling hard.

"She's going to give birth. The female elf shouted, "Call the priest." ”

In fact, even if no one reported it, and felt the locks being touched and opened, the priests of the Silvercrown Forest had already arrived, and some of them were assigned to take care of Perrante, who was sunk in the spring, and others to take care of Raven, who was about to give birth.

When Ingway, the king of the jungle, arrived, they had set up a cozy little tent for Raven, with elven cloaks underneath, and the tent was pulled up towards the spring so that Raven could see her husband - a scene that was not uncommon a thousand years ago, and how many couples fought and healed side by side in the endless fighting and chaos? Let them see each other, both so that they can support and encourage each other, and also to prevent them from going to the kingdom of Angelis with regrets.

A new life will be born today, but the priests sincerely hope that no other life will be lost - the elves are not afraid of death, their death is only to return to the kingdom of Angles or other good gods, they will continue to fight, sing and dance, friends and relatives can be seen there again, but they do not want it to be today, it is Perrant, his child has not yet been born, he has not kissed the baby's bloodstained forehead, he has not held him/ She had fingers as small as peanuts, and she didn't put her dagger or longbow on his/her swaddling side. The priests prayed to Angles, and then, not surprisingly, a clear, pleasant voice joined them, which was Ingway's singing—though even the dormouse under the windowsill would run away as he sang for his wife and Kerribben. But this singing is not dedicated to any of the elves, Man, or any other living being, but to their god Angelis, who sings of the strength of Angles, and the splendor of Angris, of the kindness of Angles, of the forgiveness and gentleness of Angles, and of the voice of the tall king of the jungle as swift and powerful as the mountain wind, without error or deviation, not from his chest and vocal cords, but from his soul, and whose devotion moved all the priests to tears.

Raven's vision was blurred, but she still insisted on looking in the direction of Perrante, the priests did not dare to pull him up from the spring, the physical injuries were indeed healing, but the fatal wounds on the throat and skull were still so terrifying, Raven could not see her lover's situation through the priest's cover, but she knew that there was still this hope before the singing was over, although this hope was so slim and fragile, she wanted to pray, but from her mouth there were only intermittent screams, this was Perlante's first child, and her first child, Raven only felt that she was about to be torn apart- She subconsciously tried to find Perrante's hand, but she only grasped the dagger that Perrante had given her, and she never took it off except when she was asleep - but as she clung to the hard dagger she cried out involuntarily, her muscles were straining and pushing, and something gushed out from between her legs - after a palpitating moment of silence, she heard a cry that could not be louder than ever.

At this moment, the chanting of the priests suddenly rose to a point where it could not continue, and even so, Ingway's voice was so clear, Raven opened her eyes, she was softly covered with a velvet cloak, her body suddenly warmed, the female elves squinted, because there was a brilliant light coming to them from the gaps in the foliage of the silvercrown tree, Ingway, the king of the jungle, the priest, Raven and the other elves, but most of them were poured into the spring, Perrante's body was shrouded in starlight, his face became gentle and serene, no longer haunted by pain and nightmares, and the green branches and leaves passed from his head and throat, and the wound on the left leg sticks out, caressing the broken flesh and bones like a gentle hand.

The priests' voices suddenly became muffled, and the King of the Jungle lowered his knees to the springs and the silvercrown tree, and bowed his head, reverently expressing his sincerest gratitude to their father, and when the last syllable disappeared into the swaying of the branches and leaves of the silvercrown tree, they got Perrante back.

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When Perrante woke up, he was sleeping on a large bed, the window was open, and the sun and wind blew through the silver-gray spider silk curtains, and for a moment, he thought he had come to the kingdom of God, but he turned his head and immediately saw Raven, and the small package beside Raven.

He sat up cautiously, his vision clear and bright, half of the darkness no longer entrenched in it, he opened his hands, palms and fingers as smooth as white porcelain, he lifted his feet and saw his ten toes.

Perrante's movements did not wake the exhausted Raven, but it did wake his daughter, and the child's swaddling clothes were placed between him and Raven, because the wrapping was not very tight, and one of the child's hands had reached out of the linen cloth impatiently, like the fist of a small fruit almost translucent in the sun, and the nails were like small shells. Perrante gently returned to her position, propped her head in one arm, and lay on her side, shielding her body from the scorching and dazzling sunlight for the baby, the baby became calmer, but her little nose still snorted from time to time - the smell of Perrante was foreign to her, she was a little uneasy, but her mother was by her side, and the familiar sound of her heartbeat and breathing made her feel safe.

She had small, pointed ears like sprouts, and like every newborn elf baby, her ears were not spread out and were clinging to the head, but Perrante, who had watched Kerry grow up, knew of course that they would spread out like leaves in twenty days, and that the baby's hearing would be affected somewhat.

Perrant was more than willing to stroke her little head, which was now creamy yellow, but soon they faded and replaced by sun-kissed blonde hair, and he was more than willing to kiss her forehead, the eyebrows under which they were still faint, but the general shape could be discerned. She had inherited this completely, and her eyebrows were like the wings of a bird, stretched out to her temples, making her little face look a little stern, but her nose and lips were a copy of Raven's, with a high bridge and small lips fuller and richer than autumn berries.

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"I've got it!" shouted the dwarf McGee, and after the water troll fled in panic at the call of his master, the black-haired spellcaster used a fire spell to melt a smooth ice path from top to bottom, and they worked together to move their boat down, pushing it into the sea with a gentle push along the ice path.

They should have been hungry after the battle, but the loss of Perrant filled their stomachs with frustration and grief (although McGee had always hated Perrant, he didn't dare to say anything more at this time), and even then, no one wanted to be the first to mention the druid. But Gülen felt that things might not be as bad as they thought, for he could only see the confusion and confusion on his master's face, as if he didn't understand what had happened to him, and that Perrante's death might have been a big blow to the adult, but it was not to the point where he couldn't accept it.

"Perrant ......" Fortunately, before the thieves could break the inexplicable slump, the elven ranger spoke with difficulty: "You have a ...... to bring him back Accessories, or weapons?" Occasionally, an elf would not be able to sleep peacefully in their land for various reasons, and their companion would take one of his/her ornaments or weapons as a souvenir.

"I don't know...... The ......" Otherworldly Soul replied that if he met a guy with an impatient temperament, he might have to get a punch in the nose, but Kerry would have always been the most patient with him: "No?" the elf asked, feeling regret involuntarily.

"No," the black-haired caster denied, "I don't know what's going on," he repeated, "but Perrante...... It's gone. ”

"Swallowed?" the thief asked, and it couldn't have been worse.

"It's not. The soul of the other world said, stretching out his hands: "He's just...... It's gone. He said seriously: "He was obviously in my arms, but suddenly, he disappeared." ”

"Be detailed. Carey Ben said.

The soul of the other world remembered for a while, he remembered that the sea was chaotic, and Perrant was seriously injured and wanted to die, but before he could do anything, he was pushed away by a soft force, and Perrant melted into the scorching water like thin ice, and disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace, if he had to find something out of the ordinary, then he might have seen the light, not the red light from the lava, but- Starlight, but it's so strange, how can there be starlight on the bottom of the deep sea, and it's like starlight that can penetrate everything.

Kerry's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he listened, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, until at the end, he showed a real smile.

"That's Silvere. "Perrante is back in the woods," he said softly. (To be continued.) )