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A blood-red leaf with six fingers swirled down from the treetop, gently pushed by the sun-lit breeze until it landed on a milky white fluffy belly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

White Face whistled, but still did not wake up from the dream, perhaps because he was in a good dream, in the dream there was a clear and gentle river, fat crabs, and sweet berries and juices, it smacked its tongue in its sleep, as if it had tasted those unforgettable delicacies, no, not only these, the otter also had a pair of delicate and sensitive hands in the other world, these hands belonged to the caster, but they never minded roasting an otter to bake fragrant and crispy small dried fish, since that person left Gray Ridge, White Face has never eaten such delicious small dried fish。

Its nose fluttered sadly for a moment, but when the sunlight began to thinn, the white face woke up from a familiar smell, and if it were a human, it would have thought that it was still in a dream, but as an otter, the white face did not think too much about the so-called reality and illusion, it believed in its nose, so it did not hesitate to roll over, through a clump of lingonberries, ran through half a small maple forest, and came to the edge of the riverbank, which was not the edge of the Starlight River, but a tributary that branched off as it passed through the Silvercrown Forest, and this tributary was wider and deeper than its companions who would dry up in winter, and that was whyThe river is full of small fish that swim no longer than the palm of your hand.

A small fire was erected on the edge of the sandy bank of the river, and it was none other than Kerryben who roasted the small dried fish on it, it was Kerryben, in the Silvercrown Forest, he did not have to face enemies and evil, his expression was calm and calm, just with a little heaviness that could not be eliminated Since he was carried back from the Starlight River, Whiteface knew that the person it was waiting for would not come back For the elves, the life of the otter was almost a blink of an eye, but the wisdom that Whiteface possessed let it know that some would return, and some would never, in its low lair, it had seen many laughs, but more of them were tears, although Kerry had not criedBut the otter can feel that he is in great pain, this pain does not come from a sword or an arrow, it is like a chronic disease, it does not bring death, it is a torment that is slower and longer than death, many times, you can even ignore it, but when everything is silent, its wail will continue to sweep through the depths of the soul like ripples on the water.

"You're fat. Carey said, hugging the otter that seemed to be pondering some profound philosophical question, satisfied with its heavy weight and silky shiny fur: "Yes," said the Elven Ranger, "autumn is coming," he said, putting the otter on his knees, and stroking its fur slowly, "You need to eat well so that you can survive the winter." "In fact, not only otters, but also elves are collecting nuts, fruits, fish, and other things to eat, and although they will inevitably hunt in order to obtain meat and fat that can withstand the extreme cold when the harsh winter comes, the elves still want to reduce their consumption as much as possible.

On the fire, there was a polished slate, on which the little fish cocked their tails, and it was the smell that attracted the otter's white face. It spun around in the crook of Kerribben's arm, stuck its nose out into the fire, sniffing vigorously, and the smoke poured into its nose, causing it to sneeze several times in a row: "It's not time yet." Kerry Ben said, sighing, this was the second time he had grilled the dried fish, he didn't know if he should have done it when he walked along the river and saw the fish jumping up from the water, in the dense forest, you have always had a hard time seeing the physical fire, but he did it anyway, he missed the smell, and the smell, although he didn't know if he could successfully replicate it.

It was not surprising for him to remember what he had said to Adelle, and that Perrant had shown him the information, and that the Alvar mage of Cape Fortress had been right, that their little Cremar did have the blood of a dragon, or rather, that there was, that the bloodline in his body was even the most noble of all the dragonborn, and that he had been recognized by his father and the red dragon Gredy again, and that he had a corresponding status and honor, but perhaps it was very superfluous, and Kerry was very worried about his current situation, and he almost felt regretful。

Kerry admits that his mind was in a mess at that time, he didn't know how to face Cremar, facing this half-elf who was almost taken care of by him as a child, if he only had his current identity, Kerry would not be surprised or hostile, but the facts he deduced turned out to be so terrible, Cremar was not only a dragonborn, half-elf, he was also a lich! and under what circumstances can a lich regain the body of a living person? In the vastness of the Valvilain, unfortunately, Kerry had seen this ancient and lonely law and he had only skimmed it, how could it be? Even if a spellcaster can be called good, it is absolutely impossible for him to continue to maintain a good position before, during, and after becoming a lich, because any one of the transformation spells is extremely evil, and this evil is almost impossible to redeem Moreover, since he has decided to become a lich, it means that he will no longer continue to keep a human heart, the blood of the undead is the crystallization of negative energy, and their souls are the projection of the bottomless abyss, they may behave like a good person at some point, but all his actions must have a purpose, and this purpose must be closely tied to his interests。

Carey didn't know how he shot the arrow, and although the arrow didn't penetrate Cremar's body, Cremar's incredulous eyes had already stabbed the Ranger to the point, and he hurried back to the jungle and entered Wanweilin, and his father, Ingwe, the king of the jungle, also subtly proved his conjecture in another way. If, Kerry thought, he would have been angry and deceived if he hadn't met Cremar before, and had nailed him to the hardest rock when he met the liar again, but he tried several times in a row, and he didn't find the shadow of anger in any part of his heart.

Could it all be false? No, he didn't think so, even the most cunning devil couldn't hang the disguised mask on his body all the time under the gaze of the ranger, the sincerity, the warmth, the pity and tenderness he felt were real, and some of the questions that Kerry had ignored or tolerated before were also answered. This law clearly states that the body of the Lich of Atonement is made of positive energy. So, was he forced? Carey didn't think so, and if he saved himself because he was the son of Ingway, what did the priests of Rosada say? Could they do him any good? Even Carey Ben never thought that Adel would be able to regain Rosada's favor in such a short time.

Finally, it was the white-faced whipping that made Kerry unable to continue thinking, and he looked down to see that the dried fish on the stone slab were about to burn off, and the elf rarely clumsily picked up the small fish from the twig and placed them on the prepared leaves, while the otter supervised by the side, the creature that did what many people could not do, including but not limited to slapping the face of the heir of the king of the jungle, slapped its tail unhappily.

"It's yours. Kerry Ben said, pushing the leaves towards the otter, who sniffed, put on a serious face, and squeaked a few times.

"No, you can't eat salt or sugar," said Kerryben, "or you'll be bald, maybe not just your head." "The druid had said that otters could not taste sweet and salty, but the white-faced man was obviously not going to be able to taste it, and it was clear that it was more interested in small dried fish with fine salt and honey, and if one did not pay attention, one or two would be dragged away. But there is also the point that small animals such as otters shed their hair after eating salt and sugar.

Before leaving the jungle, Adel asked Kerry if he wanted to say anything. What was he going to say? Kerry thought he wanted Cremar to come back, to Grey Ridge, to them, but he could only end up talking about the dried fish. From the time the Ranger left, to the departure of Cremar, it was already said that although they were still under the same starlight, the child had decided to take another long and rugged path, a path where he had no companions, only enemies, full of dangers and dangers, but it was his own choice.

Kerry only hoped that the end of this path was not a dark abyss.

It's been six, seven or ten days since Ugly Chicken escaped from the orc tribe, and her memory is not very good, but she is still a resolute and physically strong person after all, and her companions are decreasing, and the number of merchants is also increasing, and the merchants are transporting slaves to the Wuthering Plains like dumping, and among these merchants, the caravans belonging to Grenada or Dylan are of course the most dense and dangerous, and their slaves have almost no chance of escaping, but there are still some merchants who just see that it is profitable and want to take the opportunity to kiss the goddess Woking, just like Birdwin, who once a year returns, receiving gifts, supplies and praise from the king, Dylan did not want to leave, but the Norman king's son unfortunately died, and the king's mood was in a state of instability, in addition to increasing his sacrifice to Greday, he was constantly changing and executing his officials In his opinion, everyone could be in cahoots with Dylan, his once dearest nephew, and now a competitor who wanted to murder him, and the sudden "outing" of Princess Diane It even stimulated his most sensitive nerves, and he not only put the eldest princess under house arrest, but also sent three messengers in a row to ask Dylan to return to the royal capital early to report to him about the situation in Thundercastle.

Of course, almost everyone knows that this is just an excuse, this meeting should have been placed in the spring, when the lilacs are in full bloom, otherwise the lord of Thunder Castle will be exhausted on the road between Thunder Castle and the royal capital, even if Dylan, as a mage, can teleport with the power of magic, but after entering the range of the royal capital, the transmission spell fails, and he can only rely on horses and it is not far from winter.

The people of Thunder Castle are panicked, and the soldiers don't want to disobey the orders of the custodian left by Dylan, and they are indeed confused, but the custodian left by Dylan is a marquis, and he is greedy for money like a stinky skin that is forever dissatisfied, no matter who stands in his way, he will let that person die, and it is an extremely painful death, the license flies out of his hands like a snowflake, and all those who have the courage to dare to ignore the license issued by him have been driven out of Thunder Fort by Dylan, and the merchants took out a box of gold, and of course, they also want to get back more boxes of gold, and this time the orcs are also extraordinarily generouswas so generous that the merchants would throw silver coins on the ground instead of copper coins as a reward for their soldiers.

Perhaps, as the merchants say, the orcs need human slaves to cultivate the land and raise their livestock for them, the soldiers to put their coins in their bags with peace of mind, and their parents, wives and children, these slaves deserve sympathy, but what can they do?

And it was in these sporadic and chaotic caravans, some slaves escaped, and there were even soldiers from other countries among them, and the ugly chicken met them, but they didn't believe the ugly chicken, after all, the ugly chicken was a Norman woman, and they thought that she was trying to deceive them, so that they would be caught by the Normans again, and lose their freedom or life, but there were still some people who remained, they were either Normans, or women and wounded people on the way to escape, and no one wanted to carry a burden except the ugly chicken, but it was like Ilmort was watching herTime and time again, the team of ugly chickens was lucky enough to escape the hunt and patrol of the orcs, sometimes in a hurricane mixed with dust and gravel, sometimes in a roll of dark gray mist, or a herd of frightened wild-horned deer, or more likely a hidden crevice, although they lost some people, but they were all injured or attacked by wild beasts, or they could not withstand the torture of hunger and cold.

But at the foot of the Dragon's Back Mountains, Ugly Chicken and her companions had an argument, and they insisted on returning to Castle Thunder, and only one of the women who had originally escaped with Ugly Chicken was left, but she was not cut out of her tongue, so not only did she tell the others what had happened to them, but she also insisted on returning to Castle Thunder and delivering this terrible piece of information to the lord of Castle Thunder. She insisted that as soon as the lord knew about it, he would immediately become vigilant and refuse to allow the merchants to continue to buy and sell slaves.

Ugly Chicken stood alone, watching them go, not believing the lord of Thundercastle, she tightened the fur she had peeled from the female orc, and began to climb over the Dragon's Back Mountains. To be continued.