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There Alan and the others met Cronis again, and at this time, he was walking around a large tent with some restlessness. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You're finally here. ”

Seeing the elven warrior coming over with Alan and the others, Kronis squeezed out a smile and greeted him

"Has Your Highness told Your Majesty the news?"

As soon as they met, Berego asked about his primary concerns.

"That's it. ”

"What's Your Majesty's reaction?"

"There was no response. ”

"How is it possible, Your Majesty?"

As soon as he heard that Grantham had not reacted to the news that they had brought back at the risk of his life, Berego was immediately anxious.

"Don't worry, my father went to the Great Elder's tent after hearing the news. ”

"The old elder is here too?"

Berego asked in surprise.

"Yes, in the tent behind me, the two of them are discussing things, and my father may want the help of the Great Elder. ”

"I see!"

Hearing that Grantham and Garlanod were discussing the matter together, Bereg's expression immediately relaxed.

Although the elven king is the ruler of the elven race, the most prestigious person in the elven race is not the king, but the great elder, the great elder has the talent to communicate with the elven god like the holy woman in the Holy See, or has the ability to divinate the future, and the great elder is different from the holy woman is only a symbol of being offered by the Holy See, he is really responsible for pointing out the direction for the future of the elves, so whenever it is difficult to make a decision on the major affairs of the family and the country, the elf king must personally come to the door to ask the great elder for instructions. Now that Grantham had gone to see Garlanord at this time, it was clear that he had realized that the elves were faced with a choice between life and death.

With the Great Elder helping Grantham make a decision, Berego felt a lot more at ease, but he still had some questions, and even a foreboding, the Great Elder of the Elven Clan has never participated in military operations, why did he appear here with the army today?

Just when Berego was a little uneasy, the elf king Grantham in the vine tent was sitting opposite Garlanord as he had been in the early morning, Garlanord was still tired and old, but Grantham's expression became unwavering.

"Great Elder, how many years have we been working together?"

Grantham was the first to break the silence between the two, but he asked about something completely unrelated to the Holy See's attack.

"Your Majesty, it's been more than three hundred years. ”

Garlanor said with a sigh, the wrinkles on his face seemed to sink deeper.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye the days of peace were over. “

"Your Majesty, why do you say that?"

"Clonis has returned, and he has brought back the news that the Holy See is plotting to attack our royal city and seize our holy relics. “

Grantham finally got to the point.

"How is Your Majesty prepared to deal with this crisis?"

Hearing Grantham's words, there was no trace of surprise on Garlanord's face.

"Only I can stop the conspiracy of the Holy See, so I'm going to go back, and after I leave, I ask the Great Elder to take care of Kronis on my behalf, and the elves will rely on him in the future. ”

Grantham said calmly, obviously he had already made up his mind before meeting Garlanord, and he did not need Garlanord's guidance this time, but asked him to help his son, the heir to the elven throne, Klonis.

"Your Majesty knows everything?"

Garlanod looked up at Grantham, his cloudy eyes glowing with a sparkle of color.

"Yes. “

Grantham nodded.

"Your Majesty won't blame me, will you?"

Garlanor sighed and lowered his head again.

"I know that the Great Elder must have his own reasons for not saying it. ”

"Your Majesty, all this is God's will, and it can't be changed if you say it, it only adds to your troubles. Ahem..."

Garranor coughed a few times, then weakly raised his finger and pointed to the sky.

"Great Elder, I have one last question for you, I hope you don't play dumb riddles with me. ”

"Your Majesty, please speak. ”

"Is there a future for the elves?"

"Your Majesty, the future is too far away for anyone to predict. However, this time, the messenger of the gods blessed Cronis to return safely, and naturally he would protect the elves through this crisis safely. ”

When Garanord finished speaking, he coughed even harder, and his thin body seemed to be shattering like a dead leaf at any moment.

"Great Elder, is it true that no matter what I do, the future is predestined and cannot be changed?"

Garlanord's meaning was already very clear when he said this, which not only relieved Grantham's heart.

"The future is fundamentally unknown, how can it be changed?"

After a clear sentence, Garlanor began to play riddles again.

"I see!"

Unexpectedly, Grantham smiled brightly when he heard this, and he stood up and walked out, his steps much firmer than when he came in.

"Father!"

"Your Majesty!"

As soon as Cronis and Berego saw Grantham come out, they rushed up.

"You don't have to worry, the Great Elder said that our elven clan will survive this crisis, and the glory of the elven god will continue to shine in the east of the continent. ”

Grantham hugged Cronis and said to Berego:

"Bereg, you've done a great job, you've done a great job. ”

"Your Majesty, this is my duty. ”

Berego bowed and said respectfully.

"Father, what are we going to do now?"

Clonis asked, breaking free from Grantham's embrace.

"The Great Elder said that the elven god has already seen everything, so we don't have to worry. Clonis, the Grand Elder let you in to meet him. ”

Grantham said as he looked at Clonis with a complicated look in his eyes.

"The Great Elder wants to see me?"

Cronis was a little surprised that Garlanor was a secluded man and rarely asked to see someone, even if Grantham usually did so.

"Yes, go ahead. ”

Grantham patted Cronis on the shoulder affectionately and said.

"Yes, Father. ”

Cronis lifted his legs and walked towards the tent.

"Wait!"

As Cronis reached the door of the tent, he heard his father, Grantham, behind him.

"What, father?"

Clonis stopped.

"Son, I'm leaving. I'll leave it to you, do it. ”

Grantham looked at Cronis with a rare look of love in his eyes.

"I know, Father!"

Cronis heard his father Grantham not call himself by his first name, but in public by calling himself "son", which is very rare, perhaps because of the true feelings for himself after a long absence, Cronis thought so, and turned his head and walked into the rattan tent.

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