Author's note: Something went wrong with the computer yesterday......

There's another chapter, which is being coded......

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Kerry Ben was hit by an electric current.

Over the course of his more than two hundred years of travel, the Ranger has encountered evil warlocks and mages on more than one occasion, or clashed with spellcasters in misunderstandings, and thunder and fire are the two most common natural elements used by spellcasters - he is no stranger to being struck by electricity, but it is also an attack that is difficult to prevent and reduce damage in a short period of time, especially in the rushing waters of the river - The electricity struck his right shoulder, which instantly stabbed and heated like a scorching iron, and then produced a strong numbness, and the muscles in his neck and right arm began to twitch visibly, and the pain and numbness spread to his whole body in an instant.

His right hand was open, and it was empty, and the elf remembered holding Cremar's arm before falling into the river.

Kerry tried to open his eyes, but all he could see was darkness, and the small debris of the rushing water rubbed and irritated his eyes, and he found himself being swept deeper and darker - no reflection, a dull, not the depths of the Starlight River but a reef or the cliffs on both sides of the Starlight River - which is why you can't see the larger drift in the Starlight River, the abundance of water in the Starlight River, The disparity in drop and the speed of the horse-like flow made it easy to lift boulders the size of houses and trees surrounded by several people, and they were pushed again and again by the raging currents between the hideous reef and the banks and beds of the river, and in a few days they were crushed into fine particles.

Elves are physically superior and stronger than humans, and although they are sensitive to magic, magic often causes them much less damage than humans, if you can give Kerry a little time. It didn't take much, that is, the Starlight River to pass five hundred feet or so, for him to barely regain a little strength, at least not just to watch himself being thrown into the dark and dreary rock, the only thing he could do was to turn his body sideways to avoid irreparable damage to his head and vital organs in the first impact. But he knew it was better than nothing, the roar of Silver Falls had made them shout loudly a day earlier to make others hear, and the elf at the helm of the winged ship had been able to see the turquoise ocean as it reached its apex.

Even if he were able to escape the Death God in the Starlight River, the weight and blows of Silver Falls would have undone all of his previous struggles—Kerry didn't feel that his body could be any more flexible and rigid than Mithril Adamantite.

This is the first time he is so close to the end of his life, Kerry is not afraid of death, nor is he greedy for survival, the biggest difference between elves and humans may be here, his heart lake is quiet, if there is anything to regret. Perhaps it was because he hadn't been able to return to the Silvercrown Forest once again - the elves often held celebrations and feasts around the birth day of Angeleth, the god of life, gathered around the fountain of life, played the citara under the dense foliage of the silvercrown tree, sang and danced to their heart's content, gulped down the light wine made from pine branches and linden sugar, celebrated by sticking silver-crowned leaves in their long sun-like hair, and occasionally played fun games such as archery, sieve throwing, or a little contest It was also the only feast that the King of the Jungle would present for after the death of his beloved wife. Because it is associated with faith rather than personal preference, it can grieve some elves who have lost their spouses and lovers. Because the elves who are in love with each other often choose to marry at the celebration of Angrice.

Elves can only have a lover, a wife or a husband, and even if one of them dies, their image and voice will remain in the soul of their partner forever, although it is said that they will eventually be reunited in the temple of Angreth, but before that, hundreds or even thousands of years of torment will still cause the elves who have lost their spouse to fall into endless anxiety and hesitation, and if this happens, in general, they will transfer their duties and work to others. He returned to the royal court deep in the jungle and fell into a dormant slumber, taking a long time to heal his wounds—such sleep could last for years, or for more than a decade, or even for decades.

The problem is, the King of the Jungle can't choose this way to dissipate the intense pain in his heart, and as the Lord of the Silvercrown Forest, his presence is like the sharpest broadsword or the strongest shield. Like a banner and a fortress, with the forest and his people behind him, there was no chance or possibility of slackness or negligence—after the death of Kerribben's mother, he often stayed up all night, not to pretend to be in the "Wanweilin" (the elven's pop-up library) to read and search for magic or records that had suddenly flashed into his mind. He would return to his study and continue the work that he had left over from the day, which he would never finish, but sometimes he would perch like a silver dragon on the highest part of the royal court, listening to the roar of the northern wind as it passed through the dense foliage of the silvercrown tree.

This continued until young Carey could have run barefoot on the floor, because if he couldn't find him in his father's bedroom, he would have gone elsewhere to find him, and if he felt tired, he would have slept in his father's wide robe.

By the time Kerry could have worn the voluminous robe (which was actually long enough to make him stomp on his feet), the conversation between them turned into conversation and drinking. The elves not only have a light wine formed by mixing pine branches and linden sugar, but also mead, a real mead, diluted with pure snow honey and water from the fountain of life, and left to ferment naturally.

Maybe the King of the Jungle will be sipping honey alone next year, Carey thought he had been badly wounded in the Battle of Thundercastle, but he had no clear memory, he couldn't even remember how Cremar had healed himself - but this time, death was close at hand. And his mind was so clear that he could clearly smell the icy wind that was said to blow day and night on the plain of mourning as the first waves of pain from the impact came.

Eternal Angreth ......

Kerry had thought he would soon be hit by a second impact, indeed, but this time he hit a soft barrier, and a force that was hard to fight pushed him to the surface - the clear water parted before his eyes. Splashing everywhere, dazzling light and fresh air rushed into his face, the elf realized that he was on the verge of suffocation, he took a greedy and instinctive deep breath, it must be said, this action was quite timely, his body flew up briefly and then fell back into the water, and then he saw a huge catfish.

It may not be as long as the eel in the snowy swamp, but it is at least tens of feet long. Its head was not as narrow as that of an eel, but rather very long and wide, and when it opened to the elf, it looked like a small almond-colored tent full of sharp teeth, and swallowed Kerry whole in one fell swoop.

Kerryben's left hand was already holding his "Starlight", but he stopped when he pierced the catfish's tongue because he thought of a possibility: "Cremar?"

The catfish's tongue fluctuated slightly, but it didn't swallow or spit it out. Kerry knew he had guessed correctly, and joy welled up in his heart. His body had gradually recovered from the paralysis, and the elf rolled over in the catfish's mouth, half-kneeling on its thick, moist tongue, and grasping its teeth with one hand, but the ensuing jolt made him almost hit the fine nets of knives - sunlight and air filtered through the catfish's cracked cheeks and slightly open lips, and the elf knew that this was the catfish surfacing again, and the catfish could breathe in the water. The elf couldn't, and the fishy wind passed through the cleft of the catfish's gills, mixed with fine water foam, and the elf held his breath after taking a deep breath.

The catfish transformed into the lich only stayed on the surface of the water for less than one breath, after all, he didn't know if there was still a mage or a "magic eye" staring at them. Luckily, the catfish's dark grey skin was well hidden in the rushing Starlight River, and they didn't encounter any further attacks or obstructions, or the pursuers had completely surrendered them to the Starlight River and Silver Falls.

Catfish have poor eyesight, but their hearing is unusually acute, and humans may be numb to their senses from the roar of constant thunder so close to the waterfall, but catfish do not, and the former undead can clearly distinguish the difference - they are rapidly approaching the end of the Starlight River, roaring and rushing forward, just waiting to leap from thousands of feet into the sea.

If it were just an ordinary giant catfish, they would have died, but the former undead certainly wouldn't have made such a low-level mistake, and he chose to transform into a monster that was also notorious in the swamp, and although it could also be called a catfish, it was much better than the catfish that people were keen to roast and boil, and the lich manipulated his new body to dive into the water - sensing the direction of the current with his talent for fish, looking for the strongest one- When he smelled human blood, he thought he had to admit that it was a lucky bunch.

When he saw the sticky tentacle mass, he swung his "tail" and approached it, he found that it was not by chance that these people survived, and the Neku of the Norman King of the Highlands really had something good to plan, the translucent membrane wrapped Leona and the others, their faces were full of fear, but they were still able to breathe, and when they saw a huge catfish swimming towards them, Memi could still scream in that gap.

However, the magic device that protected them might not last that long, and even with the catfish's poor eyesight, the lich could see that the magic light above it was flickering ominously, and he didn't think that this protection would last until they crawled out of the bottom of the Silver Falls.

Something tapped his teeth, and the lich opened his mouth, and then Leona and the others saw that the elf was being held in the mouth of the giant catfish like a small catfish.

The elf anxiously made the usual gesture between adventurers and thieves, the thief Glenn was half-sideways, he could barely see with one eye, and one hand, but for the thief, one hand was enough, and no one knew when the thin silver rope slipped into his hand, he hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out his hand to the elf - the rope scurried out and slammed into the translucent barrier that protected them.

Mamemy was shouting something, but the thief didn't want to hear it and couldn't hear it, so he tried again. After another defeat, the rope angrily propped up its upper body and swung back and forth like a snake—the lich glanced at it, the catfish's tail grabbed the orb and flung it into the air—the magic failed almost at the same time, and the eyes of the tentacles-entangled widened - and there was no longer a river beneath them, but a void that terrified them even more.

The worst part. The tentacles that had been pestering them and protecting them from the initial impact were turning back into thin, unattainable shadows, and in the sudden changes, the activated silver rope wrapped around them in time, and then jumped impatiently towards its master, the catfish shook its head and bit the rope with those fine teeth, its body flattened between breaths and swelled to the sides. It looked like a very common feminine item in the planes of otherworldly souls, but the unsightly appearance temporarily saved them all—the catfish was falling and gliding, rushing straight to the edge of the waterfall, carrying an elf and four humans into a white droplet that was almost flush with the tip of a tower. The distance that the catfish were able to cross was not far, but it was enough, and the sheer force generated by the current of the Starlight River after the fall pushed them far away instead of dragging them into the abyss of death.

As soon as he entered the water, Kerry was spit out by the catfish, and the elf crawled out of the water. Climb onto the catfish's smooth back, then drag the others up one by one with the silver rope. The worst of the four was Leona, who had been hit in the head by a Mithril spike when the wingboat disintegrated, and when they encountered the first impact, the princess woke up and crushed a rune crest, the magic contained in it saved their lives, but after a violent jolt, Leona vomited and fell into a coma again, and Baldwin was hung by the reef because his head was exposed in the first place. Tearing half of his ear and bruising one side of his cheek, but healing quickly with treatment, the more worrying thing is that he tried to grab Leona's two ribs that were broken by the tentacles tightly, and the thief and Plum are the two most beneficial in the lich's magic, the tentacles are derived from the shadows under the thieves' feet, and when the tentacle ball entangles and wraps them, it is natural that the thief and Plum are at the center. Although the mucus on the tentacles caused a small rash on Mei Mi's unclothed skin, the thief only had a few scratches on the inside of the mouth, and only one of the molars hidden deep in the mouth was somewhat loose.

Leona was placed on the catfish's back, and Kerry Ben took out a bottle of healing potion and poured it into her mouth, followed by Berdwin, and Memy shared one with Glenn.

"Where's Lord Cremar?" the thief asked, gasping slightly. He was indeed not injured, but he had exhausted his strength in a short moment in the Starlight River.

"Here. The elf patted the catfish's slimy skin, and was amused to see the thief with a strange look, like eating a spoonful of linden candy that had been roasted so fragrant and hot, he didn't dare to sit on the catfish's back, but now he would surely sink straight down if he was put in the water.

"Don't worry too much," said the elf, "Cremar is a good boy." ”

Thieves have never felt that way, neither for good nor for children.

"And," the elf continued, "you can remove the word "adult" later if Cremar wishes. This senseless appellation is more of an irony among adventurers - he knows that Gülen is a little afraid of dark-haired spellcasters, but most of the bad guys are afraid of the powerful for no reason, even if they know that some of the strong with good temperament don't exert their power on innocent weak people for no reason, perhaps because they often do the latter thing, and inevitably imagine others to be what they think they are- And there's nothing wrong with that, Glenn is a thief after all, and a thief is almost the crystallization of despicability and evil.

"I think," said Memi, with a pale face, "we still need a boat." ”

As she spoke, she propped herself up and looked around, her eyes lit up when she saw a bright spot: "A boat!" she shouted happily, "A boat!" which meant that they would soon have hot water, bread, wine, and soft beds.

Carey stood up, but his look told Gülen that what he was seeing wasn't very pleasant.

"The golden female statue of the bow," said the elf, "do you remember anything?"

"Damn!" Gülen said, "It's Drake's Golden Lady!"

The thieves initially had the luxury of hoping that perhaps Drake hadn't discovered them, but that illusion was soon shattered by the unforgiving reality that the three-masted ship with the bow of a gilded female full-length statue was speeding toward them.

Even more disappointing was that when the ship was still hundreds of feet away from them, the ship slowed down and began to circle around them, and a black dot rose from the ship and flew towards them.

It was a mage, and someone Glenn knew well, the mage of the Thieves' Guild of Sharp Jaw, from whom Glenn had bought a golem to defend himself against his enemies.

"Oh~" The guild mage said in his customary, pretentious tone, "Look, look, who is this?" He gestured: "It's not our most outstanding and best...... And the proudest little Gülen?" he bowed comically, "I didn't expect to see you again, my dear friend. ”

"Me too. Glenn replied abruptly, there was no shortage of mages in the black hands that pushed him into a deadly trap, he didn't know why, but there was no need to delve into it, after all, he wouldn't be back to the "Silver Finger" guild, if it was possible, he would be willing to poke a knife in that stupid fat face, but they were at an absolute disadvantage now, he glanced at Kerryben, if the elf had the opportunity to take out his longbow, maybe he could shoot this guy down with an arrow, like shooting a bird.

But while he was trying to do something to draw the mage's attention elsewhere, a spell had already hit the catfish, and as soon as the spell to disarm the spell took effect, they all fell into the bitter mixed waters of the river and the sea.

"I don't think there should be a largemouth catfish in the sea. The mage muttered hypocritically, and then made a gesture, his fingers shining brightly, and the Golden Lady slowly made a turn in the desperate eyes of the thieves, and approached them— The lukewarm waters didn't give the thieves any heat, they were all drenched in the water now, and the black-haired spellcaster alerted the guild mage, who flew farther away and made a spell casting gesture, but he was relieved to see that the other spellcaster seemed to be in a weakened state, and even needed the support of the elven ranger to avoid drowning, but he didn't take it lightly, he withdrew one spell and recited another long, awkward spell instead.

"Catch them, but don't kill them!" Drake shouted, "They deserve a golden island!"

The mage nodded, and he unleashed a sticky ball that glued four humans together with an elf and a half-elf, and floated the ball onto the ship, where Drake's crew had laid out a discarded sail so that it wouldn't stick to the deck.

But isn't it, Gülen thought bitterly, now he still has to thank the new king of the Highlands Norman, if it weren't for his bounty, Drake would have sold them to the Dragonfire Islands, although their original plan was the same, but as a strong adventurer and as a weak slave will only get two completely different results, as for how to make them weak, Drake has a way, but I don't know if his curse can save him again.

"What a surprise to me!" exclaimed Drake, as he stood in front of Gülen and took off his ostrich feather hat adorned with a precious opal, or possibly a magic gem, for it was a strange and rare purple-blue: "My friend," he said hypocritically, "......how long have we not seen each other?" After you instigated a wicked spellcaster to destroy my mage?"

"Ever since you got married to the hostess of the Sea Devil. The thief said that he knew it was time not to play with his dexterous lips, but sometimes it was not something that could be endured for a while.

Drake didn't hesitate to slap him. (To be continued.) )