Ron's tomb was dead, cold, and lifeless. Rinon lay on his stomach with his back to the ground, feeling a cold current seep through the cold limestone into his skin, which cleared his groggy head a little.

"Sister Erica, you're still waiting for me...... Fiona is still thinking about me...... Sylph she needs me ......" Rinon pulled himself together again, his hands clenched into fists to prop up his weak body, and sat down against the cold rock wall.

Ranon trembled and raised his hand to remove the Cloak of Nothingness, then took out an almost translucent robe from the spatial ring, tore off a strip of cloth, and tightened it around his empty waist.

"Let's go, if I stay any longer, I may really have to sleep here with the heroic spirits of the elven ancestors. Renon staggered to his feet again and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Suddenly, a cool breeze drifted ahead, blowing away the smell of dust and mold in the tomb, bringing with it the fragrance of fruit and plants, accompanied by melodious music and the beautiful laughter of the elves.

Ruinon suddenly came to his senses, he opened his eyes wide, swallowed a big mouthful of saliva and muttered: "Fruit...... Eat, drink!" he arched his body and walked briskly outward.

The mountain is still the same mountain, the tree is still the same tree, five years later, the bare hills are still barren, although nothing has changed, but Renong feels so strange.

It was late at night, and the cloudy sky could not see a single starlight, and darkness covered the barren hill fortress. Ruinon looked up into the distance, only to see the fire glittering under the hillside not far away, the aroma of fruit trees and the smoke of burning firewood, and the cool night breeze rushing straight into his nostrils, which stimulated his stomach to twitch. Renon licked his dry lips and ran briskly forward.

Melodious violins, cheerful accordions, soft horns, elegant harps, lark-like laughter of elves...... A variety of sounds are perfectly intertwined to form a brilliant and colorful movement.

"Do the elves have a bonfire here?" said Rinon trotting all the way, "There is some food and drink now!"

Suddenly the laughter ceases abruptly, and the music becomes soothing and melodious, like a quietly flowing river, with a lone willow growing on its bank. Maybe it's not yet spring, and there's not a trace of green to be seen on the bare willow branches.

The soft willow branches bent over their heads and hung down, dipped in the turquoise water. The breeze blows, and the willow branches flutter, sweeping across the mirror-like water, creating a circle of ripples. The ripples are undulating, reflecting the bright sunshine, twinkle and twinkle......

Quiet, peaceful, with a little loneliness and sadness.

At this moment, a sweet girl's voice came from the bottom of the hillside, and she sang aloud to the melody of the music in a language that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Renong.

The voice...... It's Sister Erica......! It seems to be ...... Elven language!Sister Erica, how can she speak elven language?" said Rinon to himself curiously.

At first, the song was soft, as if it were the whispering of lovers in the ears of a night lover, and the speed of speech was as slow as the murmuring of a mountain stream and like a dew gently rolling between the petals, and then the horn and violin sounded, and the music became warm, and Erica's voice became fierce and high-pitched, like the roar of a storm on a door or window, and like an excited dancer, which lit the tremor of the soul on every beat......

Then the song gradually changed from fierce to peaceful, as if a rushing river merged into the sea, and the momentum of the torrent gradually subsided. An old man drove a flat boat and sailed alone to the boundless sea, which seemed calm at the moment, but there were many stormy waves and storms ahead.

"It's like Grandpa Arroyo Constantine, even if he is alone, to defend the last territory of Kevin Las, the last freedom of the people of Kevin Las. Heroic and heroic, but lonely and helpless...... "Ruinon came to the campfire.

The singing stopped, but the accompanying music continued, and the horn quietly retreated, as if the boat had gradually disappeared into the vast sea, leaving only the mournful and hesitant monologue of the violin......

There were about a dozen elves present, and they sat on the ground around the campfire, with rich melon and fruit drinks in front of them. Opposite Rinon sat a huge stump of a tree across the roaring bonfire, on which six girls, five of them young and beautiful elves, were playing with all kinds of musical instruments, their faces full of intoxication.

The rest is a sloppy human girl. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were ragged, and her face was covered in dirt and ash, which contrasted sharply with the elves around her. At this moment, she stared at Ruinon with a stunned expression, her face full of tears and her face twisted strangely.

"I don't understand what the lyrics are singing, but I can hear everything you're trying to say in your melody...... That's right, your singing voice is singing, ......" Rinon swallowed back as soon as he said this, and when he saw Erica, who looked like a ghost, his face suddenly changed: "Bah! Where is the demon?"

It's been five years, and Erica has been thinking about Renon for a long time, and she can't wait to meet Renon in the next second. Today she finally realized this dream, and finally made her wait for this moment, but who knew that Rui Nong looked at her like a stranger, and regarded her as a monster......

"Thunderstorm!" Erica yelled in anger. The white hands were opened, and suddenly the lightning was shining, and Ruinon was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Youkai, how is your voice and the telekinesis of your spell casting so similar to my sister Erica?" Ronon asked as he stretched out a finger to Erica as he lay on the ground, and suddenly he seemed to think of something again, "Uh, do you mean...... Tell me, what did you do with my sister Erica?"

"Double Thunderstorm!"

"Oops......," Renon let out a long scream.

"She's your sister Erica Constantine. Then Fiona smiled and came to Renon to help him up and said, "It's great to see you, at first, when you came here, I couldn't believe my eyes, I couldn't believe it was you." Until little Silver reminded me ......"

"Fiona......" Renon looked up at her beautiful eyes, "Silph, Sister Erica, you're all here...... Have you been waiting for me here for five years?"

"yes!" Fiona wiped the corners of her eyes behind her back.

Silver sat on the ground and cried "wow".

The surrounding elves got up, clapped their hands, or came to Silph's side and whispered something. Although Rainon could not understand the elven language, he could tell from their tone and expression that they could tell the general meaning: congratulations or comfort.

Two of the beautiful elves stepped forward to pick up Rinon and brought him to sit down and offer him fresh fruit and drinks. The polite, humble, approachable elves don't care about the dirty and scruffy statue of Rainon.

"Xie Lu Xie...... After a simple thank-you, Ruinong picked up a plate of fruit, and drank it without any image. After all, he hadn't eaten anything in five years.

Fiona and Silver sat down beside him and stayed quietly beside him.

One, two, three...... Seven plates, Ruinon patted his bulging belly with satisfaction, and thought: It would be nice if there was barbecue to eat. Of course, he didn't dare to say it, because this is the territory of the elves, and he does as the locals do. "Finally alive. Ruinon said with a long sigh.

"You must be the womb of a hungry ghost. Fiona said with a grin.

"Who said that? I just haven't eaten anything in five years. Uh......" said Rinon with a burp, "Huh, where's Erica, where did she go? ”

"She, she probably doesn't have the face to see you!"

"You don't have the face to see me, what are you doing?"

"Who knows?" said Fiona, playing with the knife and fork in her hand, "What?

"Yes! The reunion after five years was half dead before she could say a few words...... It's really indifferent and the world is cold!"

"Come on, I know where Erica is. And we're going to hear from you where you've been in the past five years. ”

"Ahh (Reader S: Why do I always think that it is so difficult for Ruinon to get up from the ground?) Soy Sauce Party: I was hungry before, but now I am full. ）

After Erica scorched Ronon on the stump stage, she flew back to her tent with flying skills, washed up, changed into clean clothes, and carefully arranged her long blond hair again.

"Erica!" "Sister Erica!"

Fiona and Silph called from outside the tent, "Rainon has come to see you!"

What? Rainon, he's coming, these two damn guys, why did they bring him so quickly, I haven't made a fuss to see anyone like this now! Erica chuckled in her heart, and then she shouted loudly outside, "Know, I'll come out in a moment." "And then the wait is an hour. Women, they all have this common problem.

Outside the tent, Renong, who was well fed and propped up, was also idle, so that Fiona and Silver could talk about the past five years. One of the things that surprised Rainon the most was that the elves of Birchney accepted the restored Silph to their original form.

"What? Goddess Iluvita is still ...... She actually ...... "Fiona was stunned after hearing about Renon's adventure, and she stammered speechless.

"Again, Micher Iluvita is dead! but her soul lives on in this world, with your hero Ron Artest in the crystal of the staff. Inside that crystal was a large circle of life, which they called the Life Illusion. Damn! I've been hungry in that illusion of life for five whole years!" Reinon gritted his teeth with hatred as he recalled those tragic five years.

"The master is so powerful! I didn't starve to death for five years! On the contrary, I grew taller and stronger a lot. There was a look of adoration in Silver's eyes.

"Hahaha! It's all thanks to Michelle. The circle of life she has laid can make all life immortal. Renon smiled and touched Silver's little head and said, "Of course, the past five years have not been without harvest. Mr. Ron taught me a lot of things, and he helped me ...... "Of course, Renon didn't say a word about the soul stone or the battle with Michelle. He recounted his story to Fiona and Silver as he telegraphed for the Spatial Ring.

The sorrow and hatred of the Stamoko family are enough for me to carry on my shoulders!, he thought silently in his heart.