readx;?? Garranord's tent was less than two hundred paces away from Grantham's tent, and on the way he encountered several patrolling guards, who were surprised to see their king at this time, and were about to salute when they were stopped by Grantham with a wave of his hand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Your Majesty, please come in!"

When Grantham walked outside the tent, there was an old voice from Gallanord, who seemed to be waiting for him to arrive all night.

Grantham had some concerns on his mind, and he hoped to get answers from the Great Elder. ”

Grantham walked into the tent, where Garlanod was sitting cross-legged on a straw mat with his eyes closed.

If one looks closely, one will find that the vines that make up this tent actually grow from the ground, and their fine branches naturally grow into the shape of a house, and the branches automatically flash open at the position of the doors and windows to make gaps, which are filled with green leaves hanging on the branches, which can change their position according to the needs of their owners, so as to block or release the light from the outside. Even the bed, table, and chair in the middle of the room are woven from the vines that grow and weave themselves.

It is precisely because of this magical plant that the elven army is like a fish in water in the forest, and the speed of travel is extremely fast, they hardly need to carry a large number of war materials, as long as they carry some seeds of special plants, carry bows and arrows on their backs, and then travel lightly through the woods, and when they arrive at the camping site, these seeds can be quickly transformed into food and shelter.

Garlanord's age is about the same as Grantham's, they are close to eight hundred years old, equivalent to a middle-aged man in his forties, and he is in the prime of life, but he not only does not have Grantham's handsome face, but looks very old, his hair is not silver, but a kind of almost transparent white, white hair is scattered on his slightly hunched back, as if he is a human eighty-year-old, especially the mountains of wrinkles on his forehead, and even give people a sense of misery.

It wasn't until Grantham came up to him that Garlanor opened his eyes, which were not the usual blue of elves, but gray, as if the surface of the eyeballs had been covered with something, no different from that of a blind man, but it was this cloudy eye that gave people an unfathomable feeling.

"Your Majesty is still worried about Klonis?"

Garlanord's grey eyes looked at Grantham, as if they had already penetrated Grantham's mind.

"What the elder said is true, there is no news from Clonis so far, and last night I was restless and did not sleep all night, which does not seem to be a good omen. ”

Grantham walked up to Garlanord, then sat cross-legged across from him, and said with a frown.

"Your Majesty doesn't have to filter, Kronis is the successor designated by the Elven God, and the Elven God will definitely protect him. ”

"Is the elder sure that Cronis will be safe?"

"Your Majesty, nothing in this world is certain, and even what we see and hear is sometimes just an illusion. ”

"But the last time the Great Elder said that the king of the elves might be assassinated. ”

"It's just a possibility, do you want me to do one more divination?"

Garlanord's gaze had taken his eyes off Grantham, but it did not affect his understanding of Grantham's mind in the slightest.

"Then there is Elder Laoda. Since I became the king of the elves, there has never been a similar situation last night in hundreds of years, and I fear that something ominous is about to happen. The Great Elder also said that divination has its limitations, and I can only see some vague images of the future, and what these images represent can only depend on my personal understanding, so I would like to ask the Great Elder to help me analyze and analyze again. ”

"Your Majesty, the so-called divination is not only to see flowers in the fog, but also to influence the future itself, maybe the future is directly led by divination, so even if you penetrate the future, it is just a pusher, the result of the blind belief in astrology of the beastmaster more than three hundred years ago is the best example, if there is no astrology, maybe the orc dynasty can continue for many more years. With the counterexample of the Beastmaster, why should Your Majesty be obsessed with this?"

Garanord's brow furrowed deeply, and the sense of grief in it became more and more intense.

"Elder, you said that divination itself is a part of history, so it is not necessarily useless, because what we see is most likely the future that has changed. ”

Grantham's words made Garlanod unable to refute, and they made sense both right and backward, and perhaps it was because of this that divination was so mysterious.

"Alas!" said Garanord, sighing, "I will do one more divination for your majesty." ”

With that, Garlanod stood up, and he stooped to the corner of the room, and from there he picked up something and held it in his hand, which was a green plank with colorful gems.

Garlanod returned to the middle of the tent with the plank in his hand, and then brushed the top of the plank with his old wrinkled hands, as if to sweep away the dust that did not exist on it, and began to chant the incantation.

In the sound of the obscure and simple incantation, the green plank began to glow, like a transparent jade, crystal clear, and like a bend of turquoise lake, deep and bottomless.

As the spell continued, the greenery came alive and spread in all directions, and the gems on the planks began to shimmer in the sky, and these points of light rose into the air and dotted the greenery, and the top of the emerald planks immediately became colorful and colorful.

Grantham couldn't help but be captivated by the vision in front of him.

The green planks seemed to catch the eye and make Grantham's whole mind sink into it, and soon an endless lake appeared in front of him, the surface of the lake was like a green mirror, green and clear, but through the interior of the lake was all-encompassing.

The lake is filled with countless stars, little by little, they follow some mysterious law and move slowly, as if it were a bright starry sky.

These points of light are constantly changing, gradually revealing specific scenes, first round celestial bodies flying in the night sky, and then transforming into different shapes such as cows, sheep, fish, crabs, people, etc., and finally the picture turns to reflect different scenes in Grantham's mind, and scenes from elven history and legends flash by like a flash in the pan.

Finally Grantham seemed to see something, there was a fog in the sky above a forest, Grantham remembered the outline of this forest, this was the elven forest where they had lived for generations--- he excitedly stretched out his hand, wanting to remove the fog in front of him and look at the scene below, but the fog was lifted, and a golden light emerged, dazzling.

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