Soveran returned, and when he and Soram and Anatol, who had turned into a giant eagle, slowly emerged from the depths of the jungle and reappeared in front of everyone, everyone grew in shock. Thomas and Kuhl even shed tears of emotion, and even old Sean and Tandra walked up with trembling lips and kept stroking Soveland's arms, as if to confirm whether what was happening in front of them was an unreal dream or reality.

In fact, when they first heard Orr Kane and Solam claim that they could heal Soveran's injuries, although they didn't want to admit it, no one expected that the leaders of these two Chaos Sects really had a way to get Soveran back on his feet. The reason why they followed Solam to the Moonrise Forest was more that there was no other way, just like the situation in the Western Province at that time, they had no other choice.

But this trip to the Moonrise Forest really made Sovereign stand up again, and all his injuries recovered as before, which can no longer be described as incredible, it is a complete miracle. But no matter what Tandra asked, neither Soveran nor Soram gave out a single detail about what was happening in the Forbidden Land.

Moreover, not only Tandra, but even old Shaun noticed that some indescribable changes had taken place in Soweran's body, and in the deepest depths of the sky-like blue, there was a trace of cold gray in the once warm and peaceful eyes—a similar color they had not seen, except that it was in Soram's eyes.

Tandra and Old Sean didn't say much about this, but chose to be silent, because for these two experienced elders, they knew very well that everything has a price, it's just a matter of what.

The next thing was simple, at the insistence of the ranger general Anatol, Soveran and his party were invited to the guest house of the Forbidden Land Guards for a short rest. Then leave the Moonrise Forest the next day. For Anatol's invitation, they had almost no reason to refuse, because the two consecutive days of long-distance running had dragged everyone's physical strength to the limit. They really need a warm bed and a decent meal to get a good rest.

Of course, it was Thomas who was most excited, he never imagined that he would have the opportunity to spend a night in the living quarters of the Wood Elves. It seems that the book's description of the elves as arrogant, xenophobic, and aloof is not entirely correct—he said to himself.

The Forbidden Lands Guard's guest house was built in a forest valley. Surrounding a lake at the end of a river, ten elegant wooden buildings sit quietly in a clearing surrounded by forests, and they are all curious in the quintessential style of elven architecture—curved lines, rounded arches, and crescent-like upturned eaves.

It has to be said that their request for a bed was thoroughly satisfied, but when everyone saw the food on the long table, everyone's face showed a green color. That's right, it's all vegetables and fruits, not a single bit of meat, not even bread.

But Orr Kane and Soram were clearly prepared. Or they already knew that the dishes of the wood elves were like this, and the two of them sat down with little struggle, and took a big bite of the green vegetables in their hands, and poured a sip of fruit wine from time to time. Seeing this, the others didn't have much to say, after all, it was a very boastful thing to be invited to a meal by the Ranger General of the Wood Elves, so they quickly sat down and wiped out the food on their plates.

The meal was really tasteless. But it's lively enough. Thomas and Kull kept talking, surveying the surroundings with curious eyes, and the wood elves who came in and out to refill the food and wine, and the old Sean and Tandra's faces finally faded from the long-standing gloom and smiled when they whispered to each other, and as for Solam's men. They seem to be very interested in the Wood Elves' fruit wine, drinking pot after pot, even completely ignoring the presence of fruit and greens, of course, perhaps on purpose.

In this atmosphere, Soveland's eyes looked at Solam wrapped in a cloak from time to time. And his thoughts had already flown to not so long ago......

......

The wooden door of the wooden house closed behind him, and the swirl pendant hanging from the doorknob shook twice as usual. Taking a deep breath, Sovereign tried to calm down his hot emotions. At this moment, he couldn't even accurately describe how he felt, the joy of being reborn, the anger of having his necklace snatched, the loss of the power of order, and the uncertainty about the future.

In the distance, Solam stood on the edge of the pond and floated leisurely, the pebbles that came out of his hand quickly touched the calm water, leaving a string of ripples that slowly spread out. He saw Sovereign coming out of the cabin, "Congratulations, it looks like you're recovering well!" but didn't look back, just flicked his arm again, "I said that if there was anyone in this world who could heal your injuries, it would be us." Now, you believe it, right?"

Sovereign listened and silently walked over and stood beside Solam. "Anyway, thank you, thank you for everything you have done for me...... Whether it's in the Forest of Songs, or this ......" His voice was low, but sincere.

Soram shook his head noncommittally and threw the stone in his hand to the ground. "Actually, it's not for you, but I accept your gratitude. He turned his head and looked at Soveland, "And then, you're already healed, even better than you were before the injury, what are you going to do?"

Sovereign frowned, he had been thinking about it since the beginning. "Leaving the Moonrise Forest, and from here heading north, through the province of Sardinia, to the province of Junhe, I want to see Aunt Catherine and little Ronnie. He paused and turned his gaze to the pond that had calmed down, "Then find a way to get in touch with Teresa and Kereny, whether they have escaped back to the Red Keep or have been captured and placed under house arrest, there is always a way to find them......"

"Hah......" Solam said with a strange laugh, "After such a circle, I don't think you will be bored to come on a family visit, right?"

Sovereign suddenly turned his gaze back to Soram's face hidden in the darkness. "Of course not," he said, "I want everything that will be lost, I want to avenge those who have died, I want war, ......."

Sollam listened, not speaking immediately, but Sovereign could feel it. A smile appeared on his face. "My Highness, you are so honest with me, I don't think it is due to our friendship. Isn't it?"

Sovereign shook his head. "......Of course not," he denied, "I want war, but I need help even more, and the help from the province of Junhe and the county of the Red Keep is very limited, and even their own situation is very dangerous at this time. So I need your support, from the province of Sardinia. ”

"I'm glad you can say that, at least you're not a hot-blooded young man who thinks justice alone can overcome everything. Solam left the pond and walked towards the edge of the woods, but he didn't finish his words, "Since it has nothing to do with friendship, then I'm going to ask you another question from the investor's standpoint, why do you want us to support you?" he said, turning to Sorveland.

Sovereign bit his lip, his face a little pale, as if he was making a lot of determination. "Because I am the rightful heir of the Kingdom of Orem. As long as I live, I will always be. He said, "Help me to regain my throne, and I will recognize the legitimacy of the province of Sardinia and the existence of the Chaos Sect in the name of the king, and write it into the kingdom's code of law to be passed on." ”

Sovereign paused and took a deep breath. Go on. "I will shoulder the pressure from the Holy See of Order, and I can swear by this promise in the name of the Lord God," he said, turning his words sharply, "and this is what you want. The Lord God I can swear by is not even the God of Order anymore......"

Soveland's head bowed, but he quickly raised it again, his red eyes bloodshot but with a hint of determination. "If this is the price of revenge, I will gladly accept it!" he said.

A long silence lingered between the two men staring at each other. Soram just looked at the young man across from him silently, and finally, he spoke. "That's the price...... However, your offer, I refuse. ”

"What?!" Sovereign asked, stunned.

"That's right, I refuse. Solam smiled and said, "You are the preacher of the god of chaos, and the people of Sardinia are also the most devout believers. But we are not naïve fools!" he sarcastically said, "what qualifications do you have to talk about war now? vulnerable, powerless, impulsive, naïve...... With only crazy hatred, what do you use to fight the whole kingdom?!What do you use against a strong man like Duke Black Rock?!"

Solam's voice grew colder. "War? haha...... Now you don't even have the strength to protect yourself, do you expect me to save you again?" he shook his head, "I'm sorry, but we're philanthropists who don't love much!"

"Shut up!" shouted Soweran, Soram's words slicing through pieces of his pride like a knife.

"Why, think I'm not right?!" Soram ripped off his hooded cloak and threw the sword at his waist to Sovereign with a swipe, "Alar, lend me your dagger!" he exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" asked Soveland, catching his sword.

The giant eagle on the branch of the tree in the distance immediately turned into a human form and fell to the ground. "Don't go too far, Soram, are you bullying people?" Anatole raised his hand and flung the dagger at Soram, turning his head to look deeply at Soviran.

"Don't worry, I won't use the power of Chaos, absolutely not!" Solam looked at Soveran with his dagger in his hand, "I mean it very simply......" he said, "You think you have the ability to survive the war, and even defeat the power of the entire kingdom, right? Come on, start with me, defeat me, and you will gain our support! Otherwise, you don't deserve to talk about war at all!"

"Shut up!!" Sovereign was completely enraged, raised his sword and roared wildly.

Raising his sword and stabbing horizontally, Solam, who was facing the tip of the sword, staggered and sank his left shoulder, grazing the blade of the sword to dodge Soveran's attack, but before Sollam could withdraw the long sword, Sollam had already thrown up his right hand and wiped the back of the knife on Soveran's neck. "One ......," he said lightly.

"Damn it!" Soveran scolded, slashing back at the other's shoulder, but Sollam had already flashed to Soveran's side before the sword fell. In a series of two blows, the sharp pain of the dagger grip hitting his ribs almost suffocated Soveland.

"Twice, three times...... "Soram asked. "Do you want to continue?"

"Of course!" Sovereign roared, slashing his sword at Soram's chest.

"Okay......" Solam didn't dodge again this time, but swung his dagger and slammed it towards the blade!

With a loud bang, the violent force not only provoked Soveland's long sword, but even broke open the arms that were originally held on the hilt of the sword! The next moment, the dagger cut through the clothes on Soveland's heart, and with a reflexive kick of "four ......", he was directly kicked out and rolled on the ground for a long time before he stopped his body.

"Five times ......," said Soram, as he walked over to Sovereign who was lying on the ground, and the dagger in his hand suddenly turned into a white light and slammed into Soviran's ear. "Six ......"

Sovereign was defeated, and he coughed so violently that he didn't even have the strength to get up. He knew what the concept of six times in Solam's mouth was, and in just a moment, he only swung three swords, and not only did he not succeed in hitting one, but he had already been killed by the other party six times.

Looking at the blue sky overhead, Sovereign closed his eyes in pain. "War, what am I going to use to provoke a war?......" he asked himself, his mouth bitter.

Anatole, who was standing in the distance, looked at Essaouiran lying on the ground. "For your age, it's good enough to have this kind of force, and there is no problem with the cohesion and rhythm of the attack......," he continued, thoughtfully, "but as a martial artist, you lack one thing...... The most important thing related to whether you can reach the top ......"

Sovereign was stunned for a moment, and suddenly opened his eyes, he had heard similar words before, from the mouth of the assassin in the Forest of Songs. "I, what the hell am I missing?......" He turned his head to look at the Ranger General in the distance, only to find that Soram had crouched in front of him, looking down at him.

"Do you want to know?" Soram asked with a smile.

"Think, you know that right?" Sovereign asked, looking directly at the dark shadow overhead, "Tell me...... What the hell is it? What the hell am I going to do?"

"Yes, but you're on your own!" Sollam's eyes froze as the bright sunlight shone through the strands of hair hanging down from his face, and he saw a familiar emblem on Soram's neck under his left ear—three crimson scars from top to bottom, but the number "19" was covered underneath. (To be continued.) )