As for the previous chapter, I'm going to talk about the mother of an even otter.

There's also the elf part - I admit that when I set up the character, I thought about making the king of the silver-crowned jungle a woman, just to avoid the reader thinking of Thranduil, the king played by Li Pace is too deeply rooted - I have to admit that he did have an influence on me, whether it was a novel or a movie, but in the end I still set him as a man, because the character is really not suitable for women - this high demon plane is too dangerous, well, of course, it can be set as a female man, but do you really want to see a female man Elf King?

In addition, he was stingy with the lives of his people, not wealth, although he was also very good at collecting wealth.

Ilda is like Taurrell, this, I must say, although Ilda left us early, she would never like a dwarf, and she would have aimed her bow and arrow at her king and made a big fuss about him - some people may think she is cool, but my personal opinion is that I really don't like this kind of female character who is not loyal and rational enough.

By the way, in my text, the king of the Silver Crown Jungle has a high level of authority and is very powerful in his own right, and even his heir, Kerryben, must fully obey and respect him, like the Taurrell bear child in the movie will be dragged down and beaten, and if it affects his strategic layout, it is also possible to be expelled.

However, it needs to be stated that the elves in my article refer to many elves in Western fantasy, in addition to the Lord of the Rings, but also include the Dark Elves trilogy and the priest five-part trilogy, (let's not mention the Hello kk in Dragon Lance), because there are not many spoilers involved, the only thing that is certain, as I described before, is that they are by no means stupid and sweet.

After settling on the list, the elves and half-elves soon set off, the weather was getting colder and colder, and they had to get to Thundercastle before the first snow arrived.

This time the elves were in the majority, but only ten mages, including Cremar - it was the first time that the spirits of the other world had seen so many elves gathered together, not in the movies, not in the pictures - each elf was interested in the new addition to Greyridge, or more accurately, very interested, "lovely child" Little tales of Cremar passed between their lips and ears, and they especially loved to stroke Cremar's hair, for its night-like color was rare in the Grey Ridge and the Silvercrown Forest, and the spirits of the other world had to toil to squeeze the thunderous lich down again and again.

- You have to blame for this. The spirits of the other world say that you shouldn't set your age so small, twenty years old - to the elves, you are a baby who has just turned a year old, what can an adult do if he touches a baby?

-- The age of half-elf age is calculated according to their non-elven blood, and the lich sneered: Elves are very annoying, but they never neglect etiquette, unless they are dealing with their enemies - they touch you only because they notice that you like this very much- fool, how old were you before? or, as you said, a baby who has just turned one year old?

――...... (Being touched by a 3D beauty like 2D is not something that a dead house can refuse strongly)

- Also, what did you do on the Starlight River, and why are they still talking about it?

- Uh......

――Did you dance on the mast?

- This is absolutely none, and the soul of the other world firmly denies it.

――I hope you will be able to ...... in the future. Compared, more elegant, said the lich, if I heard another cute little story about you—he snapped his fingers slowly, and Kerry might have fallen under the orc's axe less carelessly at some point.

The Otherworldly Soul wished they didn't have to take a boat when they left Grey Ridge, or his cohabitant might be provoked to a ferocity, though he wouldn't have to, as he had to say, to throw the Elven Ranger into the Mourning Wasteland with the help of an orc—Kerry was the Otherworld's soul's first friend in this plane, and the Lich knew how important he was to that idiot, and a few small things that didn't make him unpleasant enough for the Undead to disrupt the seemingly stable but precarious balance between the two. But he still managed to make Kerry pour some bad luck, for example, Kerry would occasionally eat salty and spicy berries, accidentally step on a rock with sharp corners pointing upwards, and last time his tent suddenly ran away on its own long legs.

Far away from the unknown planes, the gods and Buddhas miraculously blessed the souls of the other world, and instead of taking boats, they rode horses along the edge of the silver-crowned forest, so that their safety and food were assured, and occasionally elven patrols passed by their camp, and they would talk to the elves in the camp and Kerriben before leaving.

Sometimes the half-elves would go into the forest and climb to the top of the Silvercrown Tree to look out at the vast royal court hidden in the forest, even though they knew that the court was in a lock set up by the elven mages and that they would not be able to witness its magnificence without permission, but they would still try, and Kerriben and the patrol would never stop them—only once, they had pushed back the camp for more than ten miles, and no one was allowed to leave the camp.

It didn't take long for the souls of the other world to feel a fierce force bursting from the depths of the dense forest, stretching out in all directions like a tidal wave—a force full of life, but with an unquestionable majesty and ruthlessness that belonged only to kings.

The entire Silvercrown Forest trembled.

――...... This is the Elven King of the Silvercrown Jungle strengthening his defenses, and the lich was silent for a long time before he said, I have only heard of and seen it in books......

――Is it powerful?

――Very powerful. The lich said it was incomparable.

They never felt that power again, and the elven party made their way north, helping several villages to destroy a goblin lair, three ogres, a giant who got lost but found a good canteen, and two wild boars.

Wild boar became a meal for elves and half-elves, and Kremar remembered that Mage Alva had praised the elves' art of roasting rabbits, and he had not yet eaten elves' roasted rabbits, but the elves' roasted wild boar meat had made the spirits of the other world fall to the ground.

"I hope to run into wild boars again. The soul of the other world said with satisfaction.

"Yes," said Kerryben, "and when we get to Thundercastle, the first thing we'll do is hunt." ”

"Will hunt?" The soul of the other world was a little surprised, but he immediately thought of a possibility: "Is it to run in with each other?"

"No, the elves will not listen to the commands of the humans," said Kerribben, "and hunt for two reasons, the first is to ensure that the soldiers and people of Thundercastle do not starve during the long winter, and the second is to consume the food of the orcs—black bulls, horned deer, and sheep, which will seek and follow them, and if it is a warm winter, plants will grow on the north side of the Dragonspine Mountains, and they will migrate over and become prey for the orcs, and we will drive those stubborn creatures back to the south before they can cross the ridge." ”

The soul of the other world worked hard to wave out his thoughts with the anachronistic theme song of "Animal World" and Mr. Zhao's mellow and simple voiceover.

Kerry smiled, riding the black-haired caster still in a daze, and touched his head. In the underground tunnels of Partridge Hill, Cremar's hair had been cut off during the battle, and now that they had finally grown to their original length, he had braided himself into a small braid for his convenience, and to tie it up was the silver rope that Kerry had been familiar with—the dead Fenway told Perrant that it was a rope that had been reinstated and was as dangerous as its owner.

I hope you're wrong, Fenway, Carey said in his heart.

Today's Thunder Fort was shrouded in brilliant sunshine, and it was so scorching and intense, as if it was about to throw all the enthusiasm that could not be vented for the next few months into this cold and hard fortress in one day.

Maymey's former lover, Baldwin's Hu, led his horse dejectedly through a small square, in the middle of which was a well with black iron wheels, and by the well were gathered children and old men, and some women, and he walked over curiously, and found a bard sitting in the crowd, the dark turban that covered all his hair, and the silver coins pressed on his forehead and sides were a very striking sign, and he recognized the man, who had sung carols for his master, and for which he had received a knight's horse and a suit of armor, and as a token of gratitude he followed Baldwin to the royal capital of Norman in the Highlands, and from the royal capital to Castle Thunder。

How he wished his lover did the same, but Memy was willing to wait for him in the royal capital, and he did not know if Memy would have another lover—the other knights told him that it was certain, for the priest of Flo never knew what chastity was.

He gave the bard a silver coin in the hope that he would sing a song about love.

The bard gladly complied.

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