The Elven Ranger extinguished the campfire, dark red points of light still dancing in the dark gray embers, a thin wisp of smoke curled up from its depths into the sapphire blue sky, the trees stabbed into the sky like a forest of spears, and the magical galaxy was clearly visible in the circular void left by the dark black silhouette - the stars were exceptionally bright tonight - the elves who were very sensitive to magical energy could see the light cast by it and ordinary stars at the same time, as clean and cold as water. The birds of the forest were resting, but some of the animals that were accustomed to hunting at night were opening their eyes and moving their bodies, and it was their time - a line of hedgehogs, large to small, were passing by the makeshift camp of humans, their gray-white spikes obediently clinging to their bodies like human armor, the smallest one could lie in the palm of an elf, and the largest one was no bigger than a grapefruit.

The wind with the unique crisp smell of the forest swept through the elf's sideburns, and raised his hood, the elf could smell the thick moisture in the midst of it, for there was a wide and long river that accompanied the forest belt, and its tributaries occasionally appeared in the woods, although they could only support the wooden boats in which the children played, and sometimes they disappeared among the dense foliage and flowers, and you could not find them no matter how much you looked, as if enchanted by a mischievous little monster.

Kerryben's Gilgkoshura poked her head out of the elf's arms, leaped from his arm to her head, and flew into the dark woods with a flap of her wings, having already shared their dinner at dusk from her big friends and mages, but that didn't stop the little Gilden from having another delicious supper.

A slight, Sissy Soso's voice rang out behind Kerry himself, and the elf turned around, less surprisingly to find that it was half of his people, the dark-haired spellcaster Cremar.

"I thought you were going to sleep a little longer. The elf said, giving him a narrow smile, "Dancing is quite a strenuous task," and he smiled slightly, "Do you think it's okay?" I think you can go back and rest for a while, the caster needs to get plenty of rest. As for me, elves have always needed half as much sleep as humans, and Gülen will take my place after a quarter of a night. ”

"I know...... I've been sober," Cremar said distressedly, "just ...... Very excited," he said, looking at the elf, "Actually, until now, I still had a bit of a desire to do something, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't meditate. So I want to go out for a walk and have a conversation with you - I promise I'll go back to sleep in a little while. ”

"Memmy is a little too self-conceived," Kerry said, leaning down, picking up the damp twigs and extinguishing the last bit of spark, "I'll talk to Berdwin tomorrow." ”

"Absolutely. The Otherworldly Soul agreed, he could almost guess what kind of eyes the Lich would look at him tomorrow, the former immortal who had been on the Starlight River last time had not yet found out, and the Otherworldly Soul sincerely hoped that tonight's events would be blown away in the wind like the former - and Meme's doing. As the thief said, it is a very dangerous and selfish act, if not the "drunk" of the soul of the other world...... Her situation will be extremely embarrassing.

"She's purposeful, isn't she?" the otherworldly spirit looked at the place obscured by the dense foliage. Of course, they couldn't have brought tents, and the dimensional bags of mages and elves, and the dimensional bags that thieves had stolen from half-dragons and half-demons were all extremely small for storing gold, gems, and precious magical equipment. It can't be used to make tents - it can't, but as long as there's vegetation, elves won't sleep on rough rocks. The vines and trees spawned by Kerriben weave several pyramid-shaped spaces, hanging high above the waists of the trees, safe and warm.

Kerry had reserved a place for Meme, a small space of her own, but she chose Berdwin without hesitation, and Baldwin didn't seem to refuse. Glenn watched how they were entangled, Cremar saw him standing alone on a branch, his eyes glowing faintly yellow in the darkness, like a wolf or a leopard, and when he noticed that the mage was looking at him, he lowered his head and smiled at Cremar, a smile that Cremar could hardly describe, a smile that seemed to be a mixture of four solidified sarcasm, three merciless mockery, two bitter hatred, and one bitter bitterness.

She admired Birdwin. "It is very normal for Flo's pastor to want to express his admiration for a person, and to give his body," Carey said. He hesitated for a moment, "but their admiration is short-lived and uncertain, they have no idea of long-lasting love, they prefer a moment of pleasure like a flame to the ordinary life of a boring and long stream, and no priest of Frow will remain with a man forever." ”

"Was it before?" asked Cremar, "Sixty years ago?"

"Hmm. The elf said, "The priests of Frow belong to all men, and they do not enter into a marriage contract with anyone." ”

"Will they have children?"

"Most of the priests were able to use medicine and prayer potions to keep themselves from getting pregnant," said the elf. But sometimes they would want children, or if they had an accident, they would give birth to the child, and if it was a boy, it would be sent out of the temple at birth, and if it could find its father, it would be given to his father, and if it could not be found or could not be confirmed, then it would be discarded by the roadside, but if it was a girl, they would be left behind, fed and raised by the priests of Flo, and when she reached the age of fifteen, she would generally volunteer to become a follower of Flo, a new priest, and that was it. ”

Cremar was silent for a moment, knowing that there was no room for him to leave his beak in such a matter involving the gods: "Are there no exceptions?" he asked, "Will there be a Reverend Flor who falls in love with someone and wants to be with him for a long time and be his wife?"

"Perhaps," said Kerryben, "if a priest of Flo is not willing to follow her goddess any longer, then she will be branded on her face and breasts, and she will be expelled as a hypocrite and an unbeliever, and she will be able to enter into a marriage contract with someone else—but I have never seen it—and almost all of Flo's priests have become accustomed to the life of the twilight, especially the followers of Flo today, who are hedonistic, promiscuous, and refuse to be subject to any discipline or restraint, as we have seen— It's like something Mei Mi did. They are rarely willing to think about others, and sometimes they don't even want to think about tomorrow's affairs, so how can they adapt to the hard and ordinary life of a mortal?"

"When we are out of the Highland Normans," said the elf, "we are sure that we have escaped their pursuit, then the best place for the priest to take refuge is the temple of Flo, and as far as I know, there are quite a few of them on the Dragonfire Islands, and we can put Plum in one of them." ”

Cremar nodded. It couldn't have been better, as a soul from another plane, he had a respectful and loving attitude towards women who could hold up half or more of the heavens, and because of this, he really couldn't find a place in Memi that could make a difference in himself.

Just as Cremar stood up to say goodnight to Kerribben and return to his vine cot to try meditation, a special guest shattered the silence between him and Kerryburn.

"Wow!" said the dark-brown-furred otter.

"What's wrong?" Cremar asked, casting his spell. In order to ensure communication with the otter, the otter who had been persistently eating the fish the thief had caught, and the thief wanted to skin the thief and roast it on the fire, but the black-haired caster stopped him. They weren't short of food, and the otter reminded Cremar of the Grey Ridge otter Whiteface, who had been fathers before he and Kerry left, and didn't know until they returned. You can still see the white fluff on the baby otter, the otter always grows fast - he not only saved the otter's life, but also gave it a grilled fish.

But he also made a deal with the otter. It will keep them on guard for the night (for that matter, this otter is much more ethic than the white-faced one), and tomorrow morning the caster will give it three more fish no less than the length of his forearm.

Just a joke, the caster had thought of it at first, and he didn't think that an otter lurking at the bottom of a river or in a cave could give him any useful information - and would the otter know what human knights and soldiers look like?

The otter didn't know what human knights and soldiers looked like, but he knew that a group of two-legged monsters had destroyed its lair, and it gestured angrily, the monsters had suddenly appeared, with fur the color of stone and blood, and they had emerged from a cave it had never seen before—a cave that was square and shimmered with the light of the daytime sky.

As he listened, Cremar quickly tore open a scroll while relaying the otter's words to Kerryben. The Elven Ranger and the caster looked at each other, "Portal," Kerry said, and the magic on the scroll began to flow, and the elf quickly recognized that it was a spell that prevented tracking.

"We have to go immediately. The elf said, and then he saw Gülen, who was dressed as if she had never rested, with a sickly flush on her cheekbones.

"What about Baldwin and Plum Honey?" he said, "and they are probably still indulging in sweet dreams?"

"I'm going to wake them up. The elf said.

Cremar gestured to the thief's jaw, and then fell into a trance, where he was about to cast another portal.

The thief watched in awe as a blue point of light appeared in the air, then elongated into a straight line, about the length of a man's outstretched arm, and two more points of light hung down at each end of the line, and the point of light elongated again to the height of a grown male, and then their ends folded inward, and when connected, the wireframe began to shimmer like a mist.

Memmy jumped off the treebed with the help of Baldwin, and the elf followed, pursing her lips tightly.

"What about these trees?" said Gülen, "and they will find out that we are here as soon as they get here." ”

"We've been discovered," Cremar said, "and whether or not they left traces has nothing to do with whether or not they'll track us down." His concern was that someone had memorized a spell to track the location of the portal.

"Where are we going?" said Memi, clutching her silk robe.

"I don't know," said Cremar, "I just hope it doesn't throw us back into the Norman capital." ”

"Absolutely not," said the elf, "we are beyond the distance of the portal to the Norman king. ”

The thief watched in awe as a blue point of light appeared in the air, then elongated into a straight line, about the length of a man's outstretched arm, and two more points of light hung down at each end of the line, and the point of light elongated again to the height of a grown male, and then their ends folded inward, and when connected, the wireframe began to shimmer like a mist.

Memmy jumped off the treebed with the help of Baldwin, and the elf followed, pursing her lips tightly.

"What about these trees?" said Gülen, "and they will find out that we are here as soon as they get here." ”

"We've been discovered," Cremar said, "and whether or not they left traces has nothing to do with whether or not they'll track us down." His concern was that someone had memorized a spell to track the location of the portal.

"Where are we going?" said Memi, clutching her silk robe.

"I don't know," said Cremar, "I just hope it doesn't throw us back into the Norman capital." ”

"Absolutely not," said the elf, "we are beyond the distance of the portal to the Norman king. ”

The thief watched in awe as a blue point of light appeared in the air, then elongated into a straight line, about the length of a man's outstretched arm, and two more points of light hung down at each end of the line, and the point of light elongated again to the height of a grown male, and then their ends folded inward, and when connected, the wireframe began to shimmer like a mist.

Memmy jumped off the treebed with the help of Baldwin, and the elf followed, pursing her lips tightly.

"What about these trees?" said Gülen, "and they will find out that we are here as soon as they get here." ”

"We've been discovered," Cremar said, "and whether or not they left traces has nothing to do with whether or not they'll track us down." His concern was that someone had memorized a spell to track the location of the portal.

"Where are we going?" said Memi, clutching her silk robe.

"I don't know," said Cremar, "I just hope it doesn't throw us back into the Norman capital." ”

"Absolutely not," said the elf, "we are beyond the distance of the portal to the Norman king. (To be continued......)