The trees have died, but they have reawakened in the fire, as if they were reborn. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This wooden strip rotates and burns, emitting red, orange and yellow lights, like a dance of fire. Sonny had been staring at the stick for a long time, still thinking about what had just happened.

Half an hour ago, when he followed the trail to the woods on the mountainside, he was completely surrounded by trees. To the south and east, as far as the trees reach the end of the forest, it is an intricately intertwined and vast ancient forest, casting thousands of dark and dark green shadows in the afterglow of the setting sun, interspersed with a few places of red, which are great maples that have squeezed through the pines and iron statues, and the occasional yellow that is a few dead aspens.

The wind blew, and he heard the older branches and leaves moaning and sighing. At the same time, countless leaves danced collectively, and for a moment, the forest seemed to turn into a dark green stage, and the storm flowed, and the sun was constantly setting, which was difficult to guess.

Will there be animals here?, he thought. In this sea of forests, anything that moved, even if it was rushing towards him, could not be glimpsed at all, because the sun was about to set in the distant mountains. In the distance, the occasional sound of the brethren felling trees could be heard, and he stood there for a long time, until the sun disappeared over the jagged mountains, and the shadows crept into the forest.

"Chirp...... Hiss...... Coo...... "Sonny learns Camille's animal chirp to try to attract the hapless ghosts in the woods.

For a long time, there was a whining in the darkness, distant and faint, but certainly certainly - it was the howl characteristic of elk. Their voices rise and fall, like a lonely and mournful ballad. In the shadows, it was as if a pair of red eyes were staring at him, and there was a faint light, like a pair of glittering gems.

Sonny held his breath and silently chanted a spell in his mind. In the next second, the dead maple tree ignited a fire, and the surroundings were instantly illuminated by the firelight, but the owner of those eyes did not get hit, but fled in panic into the distance, and he immediately followed.

The jungle seemed to be endless, like warriors armed with leafy and crusty skins, silently lining up, whipping or fleeing or running animals. Their bodies were pitch black, and it was only when the light of the fire swept across the trunk that Sonny could barely catch a glimpse of the fleeing back, chanting incantations that created walls of fire not far ahead, trying to stop his dinner, but all failed.

Faintly, he could hear the murmuring of water between the rocks, the branches still whipping his cloak, his arms, his shoulders, his chest, his cheeks, and the dense canopy above his head obscured the stars. The elk vanished through the bushes, and Sonny struggled to follow, listening to the cry of the brook and the sigh of the leaves in the wind.

The deer stood by the brook and looked up at him, his eyes red and fierce, dead leaves staining his body, and clear water slid down his teeth like salivation. In an instant, the elk was so fierce and terrifying.

Sonny recited the incantation, and suddenly the deer turned and ran away, and the flames once again mistakenly ignited an ancient tree, and the deer ran deeper into the forest. "Hell, stop me!" he yelled. Naturally, the deer did not react.

Now that his dark, slender form was hidden in the darkness, Sonny had only two options - either to continue the hunt or to go back to the meatless cabbage soup.

He chose the former. So he waded across the stream and ran forward indignantly, keeping a careful eye out for rocks that might trip over people, thick roots that might tie his ankles, and holes that might break his calves. Every distance he had run, he had cast a spell to create flames in front of him to illuminate something that might get in his way, but the figure was always running ahead, and he couldn't catch up.

It's crazy for the sake of the head deer. The deeper he went into the forest, the more he thought so. When he finally tried to turn back, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of dark figures in front of him. The flames ignited, and the black figures turned into a herd of deer, and he roared and chanted a spell, but none of the deer were hit.

The anger finally made him dizzy. He chased one of them, and continued to run up the steep slope, until he was lost again, exhausted, and came to rest in a pile of thorns, bushes, and gravel. Beyond the firelight, darkness approached him from all sides.

At this moment, a slight gasp caught his attention. Sonny stood, and moved lightly towards the place where the sound was made, wandering cautiously among the bushes and stones. Finally, under a large fallen tree, he finally found the wheezing deer. Immediately, the flames set the elk on fire, and at the same time the fallen tree, and almost in an instant, the damned creature was finally his prey.

The smell of burning firewood and roasted deer hair was pungent. When the flames had taken the poor creature's life, he stepped forward, knelt down, and reached out to remove the elk, bringing with him a handful of soft dirt...... and a few pieces of burnt parchment. Breathe in the cold air and freeze. By the light of the fire, Sonny reached for the few pieces of parchment, and with a cursory glance, a chill crept up his back......

"I've been paying attention to you for a long time, why are you in a daze?"

Sonny looked up blankly. Uncle Sersi also looked at him blankly when he saw him holding a steaming horn cup. "The kettle, your kettle, look down, it's all boiled dry. Uncle said with a frown, sitting down beside him.

Sonny sighed and reached out to remove the kettle from the fire, still with a pained look on his face.

"Venison tastes good," Sersi spoke again, "why don't you eat it, the wine is burned dry, what were you thinking?"

Master Lawrence said that this is the end of the human footprint. Sonny spoke slowly, very slowly, as if he had been poisoned by a potion of demagoguery. "I just ...... in the forest," he recounted, briefly retelling what he had seen. “...... Look at these pieces of paper. ”

Ken...... Kenny's notes?" Sersi put down his cup and took the shards of charred, curly parchment. The handwriting on it is very vague, but a cursory glance reveals that this is a relevant chapter from War Leader. But the most unbelievable thing is not this, but the blurred ink on one of the sheets. The ink was Kenny's handwriting.

"Has he been here?" asked Sercy.

"It's not unusual that Lord Kenny has been here. Sonny shook his head, "He was originally the lord of Karta, and the Sid Mountains are in the territory of Karta, so as the lord of this territory, it is not unusual for him to come here...... Strange things are to come, my lord. With that, he picked up a thick parchment from his side and handed it to Sersi. "Pages fifty-nine, sixty-six, one hundred and thirty-four, open them and see......"

Sersi took the book, and on the title page was written "War Leader". He turned sideways, through the bonfire in front of him, and turned to pages fifty-nine, sixty-six, and one hundred and thirty-four. "Where's the strangeness?" he asked, after a cursory reading.

"This is my book, given to me by Lord Kenny. Sonny said, picking up one of the burnt pieces of parchment and placing it next to the book, "Look, my lord, the annotations on this piece of paper are exactly ......the same as the annotations on my book, the penmanship, the ink, and the contents."