Cold, cold that goes deep into the bone marrow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Al shuddered, exhaled a cold chill, and looked at his hands, his skin turning blue and white again.

"Al!" Hermione screamed, hurrying up to Al, nervously asking, "How are you?"

"Looks like I've fallen under the White Witch's curse again!" Al said with a wry smile, feeling a chill in his body as it scurried back and forth in his internal organs.

Hermione took Al in her arms and wrapped her clothes around him, as if she wanted to use her body temperature to help Al resist the cold.

Peter, Edmund, and the others were all around El, and although they were worried, there was nothing they could do about magic.

"Maybe it's not a curse. Aslan walked up to Al at this time, he looked at Al and said, "I don't feel any malicious mana flow in your body. ”

"It's not a curse?" Hermione looked at Aslan suspiciously, she could already feel the chill from him just by hugging Al, why did Aslan still say that it wasn't a curse.

Strange enough, after the initial cold, Al could feel the chill gradually disappearing, and after just a few breaths, his body returned to normal, and he could no longer feel a trace of cold.

What the hell is going on?, Al wondered.

"Maybe it's because the White Witch's spell has just been cast, and before it can take effect, she's already dead. Aslan said, "Without the White Witch's mana, her curse would not be able to last. ”

Al and Hermione both nodded, as if this was the only possibility that could explain the matter.

"Let me go, Hermione, Aslan is right, I feel like I'm fine. ”

Al smelled Hermione's faint body fragrance, especially when he touched Hermione's soft body, which made him feel uneasy, but in public, he was embarrassed to let Hermione continue to hold like this.

Hermione's face turned red, she didn't have any extra thoughts just now because she was too concerned, and at this time, seeing so many people staring at her and Al, she also became extremely embarrassed, and hurriedly let go of her hand, covered her face and turned around.

Al smiled wryly at the group, and Peter and Asaph both smiled at Al with a look that suddenly realized and understood all men.

Al coughed to ease his embarrassment, and then he walked over to the White Witch's corpse.

The wicked witch and the tyrannical king have fallen, but her confident and rebellious personality has forever been imprinted on Al's heart.

Although the White Witch had nearly taken her own life, Al did not have any victorious joy as she fell to the ground, red with blood.

In its place, there is a deep silence.

Peeling back the layers of the white witch's coat, she is just a woman, and Al really can't understand what made this woman embark on such a path.

At this time, General Oris was leading his soldiers in pursuit of the remnants of the enemy, and since seeing the White Witch killed by Aslan, her minions had either surrendered or fled in all directions.

Susan and Lucy arrived panting, and they were greatly relieved to see that everything had settled.

"Peter, are you hurt!?" Lucy said in surprise as she looked at the wound on Peter's arm, and then took out a small vial of red liquid from her bosom and dripped it onto Peter's wound.

In an instant, Peter's wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Al raised his eyebrows and said, "This thing is good, did that Santa Claus give it to you?"

"Yes. Lucy nodded and said, "He said it's the juice of the Flame Flower, and a drop can heal any wound." ”

Al let out an oh, then memorized the name of the plant.

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With the waves lapping against the reef and the seagulls chirping, the Château de Kelparaville, located at the mouth of the sea, is celebrating the most lively festival in history.

Trumpets sounded, colorful flags fluttered, and the people cheered, applauded and shouted.

In the resplendent hall, lined with soldiers and civilians, on the soft red carpet, the four Pevensey brothers and sisters, dressed in full costumes, were walking towards the four stone thrones in the hall accompanied by Aslan.

Today, Aslan is going to coronate the four prophesied kings of Narnia.

"The glittering eastern seas, I bestow upon you, good Empress Lucy. ”

As soon as Aslan's words fell, the beavers came up with two trays, on which were placed two gold and two silver, and four exquisite crowns.

Tumnath walked up with a smile and personally put on a silver flower-shaped crown for Lucy.

Al stood in the crowd and clapped as the crowd applauded, and it was a good idea for Tumnas, the first friend they'd ever met since they arrived in Narnia, to do it.

"The great western forest, to the brave King Edmund. ”

Edmund fell to his knees, looked at Tumnath with a smile on his face, and placed a silver leaf-shaped crown on his head.

"The dazzling southern sun bestows upon the gentle Queen Susan. ”

Susan smiled and bowed her head slightly, allowing Tumnath to put the golden crown on herself.

"Clear northern skies, I grant you, just King Peter. ”

The hall erupted in loud cheers as Peter put on the final golden crown, and just as Al thought the coronation was over, four sheep monster soldiers stepped out from the side, and together they pushed a golden throne and placed it in the middle of the four thrones.

The hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Aslan.

Aslan took a few steps forward, parting the crowd and coming to El.

"There is one person that we should never forget. Although he was not in the prophecy, he played an irreplaceable role, and under his leadership, the people of Narnia won the victory they are today. ”

"El Aaron, I bestow upon you the great High King of Narnia!"

Al froze in place, his heart pounding, his eyes wide as he stared at Aslan, believing what was happening.

Al had been given advance notice that the four Prophestic Children would be crowned at this celebration, but no one had ever told him that there would be his share here.

It wasn't until Hermione nudged him from behind Al that Al reacted, and together with Aslan, he walked to the throne.

General Oris walked out with a glittering golden crown and placed it solemnly on Al's head.

At this point, Al finally understood that the crown and throne were prepared in advance, and it seemed that they had planned it beforehand, and they were just hiding it from themselves.

When all five of them were seated, Aslan turned to them and said, "One day as the king of Narnia is the king of Narnia for life." May your wisdom nurture us until the stars fall from heaven!"