The ugly chicken sat in a chair in a robe that should have been loose enough, and Adel had prepared a robe for her that was beyond the normal male size, but even then, he had neglected the muscles on the ugly chicken, so that the light gray robe tightened unsightly in some compounds, but the ugly chicken quickly found a way to adapt to it- That is, she took apart the areas that were too tight along the stitches and re-sewed them up with thick twine, and her skin emerged from the gaps, with some small scars that she was impatient to remove. Afra looked at her curiously, and when the ugly chicken looked at the girl, he paused slightly, just like Adelle, as the chosen people of the gods they believed, they received more divine grace than others, in addition to their strong bodies and great strength, their observation was also more acute and profound than others, such as Afra, this dark haired girl, in their eyes, a layer of blue-white light lingered around their bodies, which was proof that the power of the gods penetrated from the mortal body, these lights were not soft and unstable, indicating that she had not yet fully grasped it, but this period was undoubtedly the most dangerous。 Just as the last war of the gods left countless dead magic and chaotic magic fields in the main material plane, she is like a baby, armed with a weapon that can cut through entire continents, and at any time will bring disaster that will make millions of mortals mourn and sink.

After lowering his eyes in respect of the newborn future deity, the ugly chicken turned his gaze to the dark-haired spellcaster, in whom she could see no evil, but chaos, and he himself was in danger, but he still struggled to maintain a delicate balance, and was even able to hold Afra's mental state on the brink of destruction at any time— She sighed in her heart, on the Wuthering Plains, she had also seen such a person, a pure and noble woman, who could be said to be pure and noble, who sacrificed a lot of things for others, including her own reputation, emotion and body, but because of this, she was cursed and hated by the human slaves around her, and after the ugly chicken rescued them, the first thing they did was not to eat, drink, escape, or kill the orcs who tortured them, but to ravage the good man who had saved them again and again. The ugly chicken arrived too late, and he only had time to snatch out a little girl who had been used as the female maid.

Of course, the men were quickly punished, nay, not the ugly chicken, but the child, who had been watching the woman's actions, and who knew her pain and tenderness, told them that she knew where the orcs hid their wine, and when they were drunk, she set the whole tent on fire.

Some of them may just misunderstand her. Ugly Chicken said that she did not give the girl any help and did not stop it. "They will not sin unto death. ”

"Then even if I misunderstood them," said the girl, smiling, for she had been sent here with her parents, and when the orc priests came to choose the sacrifices, they could not wait to call her out, and even stripped her of her clothes, and made her tremble to stand in the bitter cold wind of the plains, if it weren't for the one she would have been torn apart on the altar. And this kind of thing, not the first time, nor the last, do those people really not know that she has been trying her best to help and save them? Of course, they would not be so stupid, but they were jealous that this woman was favored by the orc priests because of her good looks, graceful figure and noble status, especially women, when they not only had to work as hard as cattle and horses, but also had to constantly produce for the orcs, this woman who should have been reduced with them to unclothed, unkempt, lowly and humble was able to live with the orcs in a warm tent, drinking light wine, horned deer milk, eating fat arli, no orc dared to touch her except the priest, she still seemed to be a noble girl who was always superior under the care of her father and brother, whenever she whispered to the priestsWhen a slave was left to die, the priests were grateful, but their hearts were filled with contempt. But when the priests rejected her (not every killing was insignificant, after all), they began to hate her more than orcs who actually saw them as fish and meat.

That's a greedy person, Ugly Chicken thought to herself, just like she was at the beginning, but before the winter passed, her heart became cold and hard with the ice and snow, and she was like a magic machine made by the gnomes, distinguishing those who are worth saving from those who are not, and the latter will be abandoned by her, or even killed directly. She hesitated and hesitated, but there was not much time, she found that these things were meaningless, even if her judgment was wrong, but she would not stop her steps because of these mistakes, compared to the purpose she needed to achieve, her life was too short to allow for a little hesitation.

Ugly Chicken once wanted to keep the girl, but the girl left without looking back, she hated Ugly Chicken equally, because if it wasn't for Ugly Chicken's arrival, the woman might still be alive, although she herself admitted that this anger was unreasonable, but many emotions would disappear because it was unreasonable, Ugly Chicken hoped that the girl could return to the Highlands Norman under the care of the god of fate, but more likely she had died in the mouths of wolves or orcs.

"Well," said the ugly chicken, retracting his gaze and memories, "the Veneto can be said to have been dealt with." ”

"Yes," said Adair, "but there can be only one such thing, not two. "Otherwise, they will fall into the mire of hostility from the southern nations. And Afra had promised that if Vinito's merchants could give them a good honorarium, Vinito would not be able to return it to them. This matter is guaranteed by Cremar, and everyone is quite relieved.

"Of course," Ugly Chicken gave Cremar a smile that could be described as hideous, "I'm not doubting you, but the reputation of the Grenada ...... You know it. ”

The black-haired spellcaster just waved his hand to show that he didn't mind, and Adel glanced at him— He still remembered what Cremar looked like before, after all, Cremar could be said to have handed over Crefa to him at the beginning, but it was impossible for anyone who had fought in the bloody battle of the bottomless abyss for decades to continue to maintain his original cheerful personality, he, the ugly chicken, and Cremar and Kerryben, if he was just a mortal, in such a long time, even his own son might have aged to the point where he could not contain the proximity of death. It's just that he felt that if Cremar had become calm, he had become gloomy, and that Kerryben, the new king of the jungle, seemed to have fallen into some kind of unpredictable irritability.

Here, the only one, or the only two, who can still be elated, and the only ones left seem to be two black-haired girls, who are deliberately dressed up similarly, and if their eyes are not sharp enough, they may be mistaken for a pair of sisters, but in this world, there are really not many sisters like them who are always hostile to each other- The two seats next to Cremar were divided between them, and even Kerriben and Eloch were driven aside, Lucieure leaned slightly towards the black-haired dragonborn at first, but Afra took the guardian's arm in her arms - which was of course allowed, and then, he saw that Lucier, after hesitating for a while, reached out a hand and grabbed the corner of the caster's coat that hung down at his side. Adel glanced at the absent-minded Kerry Ben and turned his gaze to Eloch. Adair knew that Cremar had half of the elven blood, as the priest of Rosada, he also knew in his studies that only the elves of Aya had black hair like late at night, there was no doubt that all half of the blood of Cremar belonged to Aya and not Singh, although Kerry had always been like a brother and father to Cremar, but in the same way, he knew from his mentor that the elves of Aya were different from the elves of Singh, and the elves of Singh were willing to accommodate half of their people in the Gray Ridge outside the lock, but the elves of Aya would only expel and kill those half-elves without a trace of emotion- Cremar's relationship with them is definitely not as harmonious as that of Grey Ridge, and Lucie, like Kerryben, will also become the king of Emerald Grove Island in the near future, in this case, Eloch will never allow her to have a crush on a half-elf, half-elf and elven children are still half-elves, not to mention, the other half of the blood in Cremar's body belongs to the evil red dragon.

But he only saw Eloch's brow furrowed, and the elf, who was older than any of the beings present, clenched the armrest of the chair, but never said anything, perhaps considering that the occasion was not suitable for educating children.

"What is Tara doing now?" asked Ugly Chicken just in time.

Rosada's senior pastor bowed his head to Adel before elaborating on the issue of the present with sorrow — that the king of Tara was one of Rosada's most devout believers, or rather, had been, but he was not sure whether their king had actually shifted his faith: "He doesn't trust us so much anymore. He said with a sad face: "It may have something to do with his heir." ”

Avra immediately raised her head when she heard this, she was most interested in this kind of thing, whatever it was, she would never let go of the opportunity to be seen, heard, and felt her power and surrender to it.

"Doesn't the king have an heir?" asked Afra urgently.

"Yes," said the senior priest of Rosada, "not only that, but there are two, and his queen has bore him two princes, my dear," he said, "one of whom has long since come of age, but who was born poor and extravagant, and who has been away from Tara for more than ten years, and the other," he shook his head regretfully, "but a good boy, but because of his weak health, he was often bedridden, and sometimes he could not even complete all the steps of the sacrifice. ”

"What makes him weak?" asked the Ugly Chicken, the senior priest here, though not a chosen one, was a favored man by Rosada, and even if he didn't have the god of morning light, as long as he was a priest of the gods, even a warlock and a mage, he could cast healing spells.

"No," said the senior pastor, "you haven't seen the kid...... It may be hard for you to imagine that it is a ...... How to put it, he is like a house built on a pile of sand, almost without a foundation, not only can magic not make him healthy, but even destroy the already unstable body because it is too strong, only the weak effect of the primary magic can barely make him feel better, but after casting it once, he must wait for several days before he can continue, otherwise he will not be able to bear it. ”

"Is that your majesty's faith shaken by this?" asked the Ugly Chicken, noting that the senior pastor wanted to defend his king, and given that the senior pastor had also served Rosada in Tara for nearly sixty years, he was still worth trusting, which meant that the king here was once so pious that the senior pastor was still trying to salvage the bad impression he had given them.

"Also...... Can't say that. The senior pastor smiled bitterly: "He's just ......"

"Move the temple and sanctuary of Rosada, the god of morning light, where you can't see it," Kerriben continued, "how long has it been since he came to offer sacrifices and pray?"

"He came here with the queen thirty days ago," the senior pastor seemed to find a reason to convince himself and others: "and took away the pure water blessed by the morning light." ”

"The results were clearly not satisfactory. Adair muttered, "Then did he say when you were going to cast the magic, for that child?"

"Nope. The senior pastor stumbled, and then everyone but him looked at each other, "It seems that we must go and meet the king." The elf said.

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"How is he?" said the king of Tara, who stood outside the door, and did not even dare to lift the curtain in front of his bed, to see that he looked like a young son who was about to die at any moment, and that he had only such a son.

"A little better," said the king's wife, who was no longer young, with gray sideburns and deep fine lines at the corners of her eyes and lips, which made her look a little harsh, but still able to see the brightness and beauty that had been almost stripped away by the merciless years, "do you want to see him?"

"If you may," said King Tara, almost choked up as he said this, and he cautiously walked to the window, holding his breath as if he would blow his son away if he breathed a little louder, "Does dragon's blood work?"

"Seems a little. The queen said.

"Then go to the thief and ask him to buy more dragon's blood!" cried the king, suppressing his voice, and he knelt down at the edge of the bed, and stroked the thin face of his youngest son with his gaze, which was like a skeleton covered with only a layer of skin, how terrible it might be, but the king's eyes were always full of love— His youngest son was not always in such bad health, not long ago, he could sit up and read, or admire the roses in the corridor for a while, or sit by the river with him to fish, but after a storm, the boy's body suddenly collapsed like a broken river embankment, and he successively summoned Rosada, Ilmot, and other priests of the good gods, but the maximum they could do with their magic was to wake the child from the coma, but after that, his sleep took up two-thirds of the day and all the night, and when he woke up, his mind was confused, and he could only occasionally identify his father and motherUnable to eat or drink at all, he lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and whoever saw him said he was going to die.

"But," said the queen, "our inner treasury ......" is soon to be exhausted. The king of Tara was not a bastard accustomed to conquest, and he was very lenient with lords and knights, and it was rare for him to feed his army and inner court by plundering the fiefdoms of his courtiers like other kings, because he believed in Rosada, the god of the morning light, and he was even harsh on thieves and assassins, and he lost a huge income in the darkness, and even then, if it were not for the life of his younger son, the inner treasury accumulated over several generations would not have been depleted so quickly.

The king shuddered, his fingers clenched at the sheets in pain, perhaps it was this action that woke his youngest son, and the boy woke up, at first, his eyes barely turned, and after a while he barely looked at the king and queen, "Father...... "He seemed to want to smile," his mother ......, but he only curled the corners of his mouth a little, and fell asleep again.

"Dragon's blood has a role. The king repeated, and he could see that his youngest son's lips were already a little bloody.

The king made a gesture, and one of his most trusted maids came up with a light footstep and took their place, and the king and queen left the room and went into the corridor, and the king could not help but feel pain and exhaustion when he saw his wife's hands clutching the robe tightly, but the queen's next words made him angry, for the queen said, "Let Laurie come back." ”

"Who is Laurie?" the king asked coldly.

"Your eldest son. The queen replied.

"My eldest son died twenty years ago. The king said with suppressed anger.

"Just banished by you. The queen retorted: "He is not dead, and he has a wife, as we all know." ”

"I don't know anything!" cried the king, "I may have a child, but he is a waste, a scoundrel, an incompetent prince, and it is not I who have banished him, but he himself has exiled himself......!"

"Because he is too young, Your Majesty," cried the Queen, "let him atone for his sins, for we have only him, and Tara only him." ”

"I will not agree," cried the king, "he is a madman, do you know what he said to me?

The queen raised her eyes in horror, for for the first time she knew that the child had said, "because I was too him...... Or ......"

"Neither," said the king, feeling a hint of remorse, but persevering, "you see, if it were not so, I would not have banished him so resolutely—dear, he has gone so far as to say that you are a fake, a monster in disguise, a demon or a devil, only in the skin of his mother...... What can I do, I didn't kill him, it's already my greatest mercy - I didn't want you to know about it at all......"

The queen was pale, and she might have wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, she threw up her hands and rushed out.

The king did not return to the bedroom he shared with the queen, but to his own reception room, where a low couch allowed him to rest down for the night.

But here, there's more to it that keeps him up and down— As a former believer in Rosada, his reception room was filled with symbols and patterns related to Rosada, from the laurel leaves on the drapery and walls, to the peacock pattern on the cushions of the chairs, and a statue of Rosada that was only the length of an arm, but was carved from a huge sunstone, not to mention, his sword, armor, and runes almost all had the emblem and name of this glorious deity, he covered his eyes with his arms, and the tears he shed for his children:" Why don't you want to grant me this mercy?" the senior priest of Tara had written to the main hall, asking for help, and if the most devout and powerful priest among them prayed to Rosada, he might be able to save the life of the king's son by making a wish, but he had not received any response so far, and although the king was well aware that this decision would require careful consideration and consideration, he really could not wait any longer.

"Laurie. He called out the name of his eldest son, but all he could remember was those eyes full of madness and hatred, did he really want to summon the eldest son back? Outside, his madness did seem to be a little better, but if he returned to Tara, when he took power, would he have another attack, in which case, not only the king, the queen, but also the weak brother, and the whole of Tara, would be dragged into the abyss by him......

Dragon's blood, if only dragon's blood could restore the youngest son's health, the king thought that the younger son, though weak, would be a good king if he was intelligent and humble...... Especially when compared to his eldest son...... The king's eyes were closed, but his body trembled uncontrollably, for a blasphemous thought suddenly crossed his mind, and was this the reason why the priest of Rosada, who was unable to heal his youngest son? For Laurie, who was not only a believer in Rosada like himself, but whose name came from Rosada - Laurie, which means bay leaf in the lingua franca, was Rosada bless him? Was it Rosada...... Helping him?

"Actually," he suddenly heard a voice say, "it's not a bad idea to bring Laurie back." ”

At first, the king thought that he was talking to himself, but he immediately jumped up, for in this closed room suddenly appeared a furry figure, which looked like a hamster, but not as evil and filthy as a hamster.

"Let your eldest son return to Tara," Asmodeos said in his thin voice, "maybe things will turn the way you want...... Your Majesty. ”