The moonrise forest slept peacefully, and no one came to disturb its clear dream. The night here was markedly different from the rest, the lilac moon hung quietly in the sky with a vague fur, as if this land was the place she loved most, and only here did she shed her high disguise and reveal a beautiful face.

Facing the light falling from the middle of the sky, the mist that grows in the forest slowly flows down from the undulating mountains. Perhaps it was the most beautiful camouflage that was obtained, and the fruits and flowers that were ashamed in the day lit up the night with a soft light. And the birds and beasts that had been weary in the woods, all of them seemed to wake up at this time, chirping and moaning, and the occasional sound echoed in the quiet of the night, and there was an ethereal beauty.

The mist continued downward, sinking into the jungle-enclosed valley, and they crept past the delicate houses, past the sweet dreams of travelers, and finally hugged each other, softly permeating the lake.

In the garrison lodge that surrounded the shore, a slight snoring wafted out of the hollowed-out moon windows, perhaps because the fatigue of many days had finally been completely released, or perhaps because of something else, they had slept very deeply this night. But there are always exceptions, and through one of the windows, a small rustle seems to remind you that not everyone is like this.

Through the light of the hedron suspended in the corner of the table, lines of blue-gray handwriting fell from the tip of the eagle feather pen onto the parchment. The young man holding the pen wrote very carefully, and the eyes that followed the handwriting slowly moved had both the vitality unique to his age and some complexity that should not be there.

With a heavy end drawn behind the last byte, Sovereign raised his head and cast his gaze out into the night. He remembered what Soram had said to him before he left the Pool of Foresight: Do you want to be stronger? Leave the babysitters first, and someone will tell you about your shortcomings......

Sovilan's eyes trembled, as if he was avoiding a fact that he did not want to admit - I don't know when he became a burden to everyone. The burden of all those who care for themselves. When he is in danger again and again, Uncle Tandra, Lord Shaun Sr., and even Thomas and Kuhl always try to rescue themselves, even at the cost of their precious lives. And what about yourself? Forever only after one time and one after another. Shouting for revenge, rush to an enemy that simply cannot be matched.

There are also Aunt Catherine and Little Ronnie in Junhe Province, and Kereni and Teresa who don't know if they are safe. When they are in front of them and say that they want war, they will stand firmly behind them. Giving everything you can can doesn't even matter what success or failure you can do.

They are not stupid, no one is stupid, but they are still firmly on their side, just because they will always silently pay for me...... Sovereign closed his eyes, hot tears sliding down the corners of his eyes. But what can I give them? nothing, not even safety......

It's time to go...... For everyone's sake, it's time to go...... Sovereign said to himself. He took a deep breath and vigorously wiped the tears from his face. Sovereign folded the letter neatly and signed his name on the outermost part.

The wooden door of the house was gently pushed open, and a figure who seemed to merge with the darkness walked in. "Is it written?" it was Solam, but he surprisingly didn't wear a hood, "Don't forget to leave your signature, thank you, I don't want to be hunted by two knights of order!"

"Well...... Sovereign got up and walked over, handing the letter to Soram, "Don't worry, they will all recognize my handwriting." With this letter, no one will be embarrassed for you. He paused, "I did as you say, no matter what happened next." Let's get started. ”

Soram nodded, flicked the letter twice in his hand, and then tucked it into the pocket under his cloak, and when his palm reached out again, there was an extra vial of fuchsia liquid. "Next, drank it. He said, shaking the glass bottle.

"What is this?" said Sovereign uncorked the bottle. Leaned over and sniffed it, and a fresh scent of flowers entered his nostrils.

"It's a good thing," Solam's smile was a little weird, "it's the juice of the Spirit Silk Vine, and it's an undiluted stock solution...... "As for the effect, it's simple, it can make people have a good sleep and a good night's sleep." ”

Sovereign listened, and held the glass bottle up in front of him. "How long will this measure keep me asleep?" he asked, looking at the liquid that was swaying in the darkness and looking more and more bewitching.

"Long enough ......"

"And then?" asked Soveland.

"And then?" Soram rubbed his chin, as if looking forward to a certain scene, "wouldn't it be nice to leave some suspense behind? I'm sure you'll have fun......

Soweran didn't say anything more, and just wanted to take a sip, but Soram grabbed his wrist. "I hate to say it, but good luck......," he said, "don't let me save you for nothing!" After that, Sovereign smiled, very sincerely, "Thank you......" and poured the liquid from the bottle into his mouth.

Different from the sweetness that smelled, when the juice of this bottle of Lingsi vine came into contact with the taste buds in his mouth, the bitterness that instantly erupted directly overwhelmed all his senses, and Sovilan even felt that the pores of his whole body exploded, stinging, and overflowing layers of cold sweat. The next moment, everything in front of me twisted like melted syrup, conjuring up a series of shapes that defied common sense. Eventually, a thick darkness took over all the scenes, and the whole world suddenly fell into a dead silence.

The glass bottle fell silently from his hand, and before it could touch the floor, it was gently caught by Solam, who used his other arm to support the collapsed Sovilan, without making a sound. Putting the bottle back in his pocket, Solam picked Sovereign sideways, but he muttered a word on his heels. "Hell...... After this guy recovered, how did he become so heavy?......

Just as he was about to turn around and walk out of the house, an abrupt sound came in from outside the window. "I say, do you need help?" Soram was stunned for a moment, and followed the voice, only to see a pair of bright eyes and a signature strange smile, and Aemond was looking at himself from the window with his arms crossed.

"Uh...... If you can, of course you do!" said Soram, nodding gracefully. Soon, Aemond entered the house, took Essoran's feet, and the two of them carefully carried him outside. A short distance along the shore into the forest. Solam's lieutenant, Yartu, along with a few of his men, a few Wood Elves, and a carriage, waited quietly.

For Aemond, who suddenly appeared. A look of astonishment flashed across everyone's faces, but he himself didn't care about it, and just played the role of a coolie seriously.

Sending Sovereign into the carriage, Solam finally couldn't help it. "Didn't you say that you had already put the juice of the Spirit Vine in the drink?" he pointed to Aemond, who kept throwing jerky into his mouth. He said to the darkness overhead, "Even if it's diluted, it's such a big living person!

Solam's words didn't have an interface for everyone, because they knew that they weren't asking questions. "Of course I let it go, it's true!" Anatole fell from the canopy above the carriage with a whoosh, "How did I know this guy was going to be okay!" The wood elf looked Aemond up and down, his eyes a little puzzled.

"Well, let me tell you a strange thing that happened to Blade Fortress!" said Aemond to Anatol. Quickly swallowed the unfinished jerky in his mouth. Forget about the ordinary wood elf, he doesn't want to be slashed or shot with an arrow for offending a ranger general. "Every year on Remembrance Day, Blade Fortress always hosts a big feast. From the commander of the fortress to the soldiers and miscellaneous soldiers, everyone can drink heartily on this day, regardless of rank......"

"But, the day after every feast, someone wakes up and finds their butt hurting a little!" said Emond's voice, revealing a hint of incomprehension. "That's a little weird......"

"Ahem......" Anatore hurriedly interrupted Aemond, not only him, but also the other Wood Elves and Soram's men who were listening attentively, with a forced smile on their faces. "Trust me. Wood Elves definitely don't have this hobby...... Absolutely not!" the Ranger General emphasized.

Aemond spread his palms in understanding. "So, I'm always very careful about what I drink......"

"Is this your life experience?......" Solam's head throbbed.

"Forget it, I'd better stay away from you......" Anatole said as he turned into a pitch-black leopard and walked leisurely into the darkness of the forest. "With my men here, they'll make it safely through the Moonrise Forest. The leopard said, turning back to Soram and winking, "Remember, Soram, you owe me a great favor...... and then faded from sight.

"Well, I don't know whether to cry or laugh when I owe a great favor to a ranger general," Soram smiled bitterly as he looked in the direction ......Anatol had disappeared, and then turned his gaze to Yartu, "Let's go," he said, "Be careful on the road, return to Sardinia as soon as you are done, and after being away for so long, I don't know how much mess will await us." ”

"Yes, Boss!" the burly Yartu saluted, then climbed into the driver's seat of the carriage himself, flicked his whip, and drove into the dense forest ahead with several of his men and the wood elf soldiers appointed by Anatol.

Looking at the carriage as it drifted away, Aemond sighed softly. "All of this was planned, right?" he didn't retract his gaze from afar, "take the wounded Veran to the Moonrise Forest, use your power to heal him, and then send him out at night when everyone is asleep...... I don't know what made him make this decision, but I know that something must have happened inside the Forbidden Land, and I know that the Wood Elves will never be so hospitable......"

"Maybe you'll be angry to say that, but I don't want to lie to you......" Solam didn't deny, "it's all planned. ”

Aemond was silent for a long time, and then asked, "Where was he sent?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you. ”

"When will Veran be back?"

"That's up to him......"

"Why?"

"Would you believe me if I said it was for his good?" said Soram, looking at Aemond earnestly.

Aemond chuckled dryly, as if thinking of something else. "My friend, the current situation is not whether I believe it or not, but my father, believe it or not......," he added at once, "even if you have Veran's handwritten letter, do you think it will be fine?...... Hah, my father's temper...... Tut-tut......"

Solam's already extremely pale face was now even paler. "Since you mentioned your father......"

"Don't worry, I won't tell my father until he wakes up," Aemond gave Soram the answer he wanted, "it should be enough for the carriage to travel a long distance...... "He threw another piece of jerky into his mouth.

"Uh...... You," Soram felt his brain no longer keep up with Aemond's train of thought, "is that Tandra your real father?......"

"Of course! I asked for it. ”

"And he answered you with a beating, right?"

"That's right," Aemond thought for a moment, "to be exact, asked three times, and beaten three times. ”

"Replace me, and I'll kill you......"

"Okay, okay, now that the matter is done, why don't you accompany me to practice, as a reward for my secrecy. Aemond clapped his hands and continued, "But this time it's a real battle, with weapons, not an offensive and defensive deduction. He looked at Soram and said.

"Are you sure?...... Soram asked cautiously, "I've been careful to protect your pride along the way, are you sure you want to break it with your own hands?"

"Well done...... You've succeeded in stirring up the ** ...... I'm going to kill you," the two of them said, gradually disappearing in the direction they came.

The thick night surged, filling in the void after the noise, drowning out all traces of what had happened here.

In the corner of the moonrise forest, a small wooden house perched on the edge of a pond, but still showing a fire that has not yet been extinguished. Orr Kane stood beside the Chaos Prophet with his staff, and on the wooden table where the two of them stared, a carriage galloping forward in the darkness swayed and disappeared into a shallow plate filled with clear water.

The Prophet smiled, leaning his thin body back into his chair, and the old voice came from the darkness under the hood. "Treasure it, my Highness, this is the grace I have given you, a favor of the dead......"

-- Volume IV?End -- (To be continued.) )