Sokka felt warm on her face, and occasionally there were a few shadows flying from the sky, and a ray of cool breeze blew, making her feel itchy.

Opening her eyes, the little angel found herself lying on Shelley's knees, with a few strands of silver-white hair dangling in front of her nose. In a daze, she vaguely remembered that she had experienced a very difficult battle. Countless angels were fighting a group of black enemies. She used up all her strength.

But in the next moment, this originally vague memory disappeared without a trace. Sokka forgot why he was lying on Shelley's lap. It was because he slept for too long, or maybe he was pregnant. A serious illness? Were everything in the past just a dream?

A few beautiful clouds passed by in the sky, and a group of birds flew by. Sokka tilted his head, but couldn't find the beautiful shell number. Now on a small boat, she and Vincent Shelley were drifting along with the gentle waves.

"Where is this? What time is it now?" Sokka asked softly. As soon as she spoke, she felt very dry in her throat, followed by a feeling of hunger and thirst.

"You're finally awake, little one." Vincent's voice echoed in the angel's ears: "This is the river leading to Salantir. Her name is Erutalon , the river given by God. This is It was the afternoon of the fifth day after you fell into a coma."

"Brother Vincent, I'm so thirsty." The little angel wanted to turn over, but was held down by Shelley. The female drow picked up the kettle and put it to Soka's mouth: "Drink."

"You are still very weak now. Just don't move around for the time being and just have a good rest." Vincent took out a bunch of berries from his backpack and handed it to Sokka's little hand: "The two of us are still worried that you won't survive."

"Thank you!" Sokka put the fruit into his mouth, chewed it happily, and then sprayed the core into the river with "puff-puff" sounds, causing a series of ripples. A group of small fish floated to the surface and stared at the floating core.

The water of Erutalon is as calm as a mirror, and it is difficult to tell that it is flowing slowly. This tributary of the Fenduo River turns a corner from the territory of Fenton and flows towards Munn. This is a magical river, and it is said that the blessing spells of the elves have been flowing in the water of this river. No matter how strong the wind blows or how heavy the rain falls, Erutalon remains equally calm. Even if there is a huge flood on the Fondo River, you will not see a single leaf or silt pouring into this tributary.

Just as the traditional life of the elves has not changed for tens of thousands of years, this river, which they call "god-given", flows as always. The elves always use the most beautiful poems to praise the river that brings them vitality.

Sokka lay comfortably on Shelley's lap, and the soft and smooth "pillow" made her feel very comfortable. The berries in your hands and mouth exude an alluring aroma, and the sweet juice fills your lips and teeth. The breeze blew and the boat swayed gently. Although there is little strength in the whole body, this lazy feeling seems more relaxed and pleasant.

"Right? Where's the Shell?" Soka suddenly thought of this question: "I also want to eat delicious fish."

"If he doesn't enter Munn's territory, this is already the land of elves." Vincent stroked Soka 's hair and looked at Shelley: "This is the territory of elves. We have left Fenton this morning."

The female drow naturally understood what the mage meant. Although no one would classify her as a dark elf from the outside , she would still encounter danger in this territory if she was not careful .

But even if this possibility existed, Shelley never questioned the mage's decision. Since Vincent brought her to this place, it was her destiny to enter the Elf Kingdom. Shelley looked at the mage and let her guide the way with confidence.

Vincent had other things on his mind. As a creature who has left the Underdark, especially a defecting dark elf, what he needs most is the recognition of the surface residents. If Shelley can only feel free when she is around herself, and other people look at her with "hate", then Shelley has just moved from one cage to another cell , and is still imprisoned.

Therefore, Vincent still has a lot to do in the Elf Kingdom.

"Have I slept for such a long time? No wonder I feel very hungry." Soka smacked his lips and said, "I'm still a little groggy. What has happened these days? Why am I Will you sleep for such a long time?”

"Anyone who has a high fever will feel groggy." Vincent took out a few more strawberries: "You are seriously ill. As for why you are sick, this is what I want to find out now. But since you have recovered, Stop overthinking it.”

"Yeah!" Sokka looked at the strawberry and nodded very vigorously.

Vincent used the staff of power to gently stir the river water, making the boat glide on the water like a leaf. The Erutalon River became narrower and narrower, and countless tributaries branched out from it, spreading like a spider web into Mun's territory. Dense trees grew on both sides of the river, and the huge tree canopy even reached above the river, covering the heads of Vincent and the others. The dappled sunlight shines down from the gaps in the leaves, shining on the slightly swaying water surface, reflecting a silvery brilliance.

Sokka felt that they were not sailing on the river now, but floating gently in the woods.

They turned a corner on the river, only to find that their way forward was completely blocked by huge trees. The thin branches hanging from the top of the head stretch out into the water like tentacles, arranged tightly, like exquisite hanging curtains. The boat stopped before this natural obstacle and could not go any further.

"Should we walk from the shore?" Shelley asked, "Or should we go through the branches?"

"No." Vincent smiled and said, "These trees will make way for us."

After speaking, the mage stood up, put his hands on the drooping branches beside him, and whispered in Elvish language: "Thousands of years of time, eternal friendship, well-intentioned visitors or urgent messages ."

The trees understood the common code and tightened their arms neatly. The curtains made of big trees were withdrawn on both sides, making way for a winding passage.

The river water under his feet began to flow by itself, and Erutalon led the guests from afar into the land where elves have grown up for generations without the need for three people to row the oars.

The barrier behind him slowly closed, but the scene in front opened Sokka's eyes. On both sides of the gentle river are green meadows, with bright flowers dotted among the moist green leaves. The breeze blows, and the colorful flowers and plants are vying to nod to welcome the guests. Several large ancient trees are like elders guarding and taking care of these little flowers. They stand quietly on the shore, hang down , and chat with the young descendants in their soothing voices.

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Several huge swans appeared on the river and sailed leisurely towards the small boat. The sparkling water stirred up white water near its curved chest. Their beaks flashed with golden light, their eyes were as dark as smooth coals set in yellow gems, and their huge white wings spread out. They bent their necks and chirped loudly at the angels. Perhaps they thought that little Sokka with wings was also their beautiful cousin.

If you calm down and get rid of all the distracting thoughts in your heart, you can hear the melodious singing coming from the distance. Whenever you relax, this kind of music will echo in your ears, but when you concentrate on trying to figure out the origin of the song or the elegant lyrics in it, this heavenly sound will become more and more blurred, until Disappearing among the green mountains in the distance.

Sokka turned over and lay happily on the side of the boat. She stretched her little hand into the river and touched the brocade-like water surface. The cool feeling came from the fingertips, washing away the fatigue all over the body and taking away the dust in the arms.

Vincent pointed to the mountains in the distance, shrouded in clouds and mist, with a half-hanging rainbow crossing the peaks. A group of birds soared in the mountains, but they were like a school of fish swimming through the sea of clouds.

"That's Yisli Heather of the Moon, which means the blessing of moonlight, and the place where the bright moon sleeps." Vincent said to Shelley and Soka: "But outsiders have always called her Heather City. , a place of eternal blessing.”

"Why?" Little Sokka held up the water and drank it happily: "It's so cool!"

"It's okay to drink the water here, but don't jump in and swim. After entering the river of Erutalon, good people will feel extremely comfortable and don't want to leave; while evil people will be like falling into magma and turn into ashes." Vincent said: "Even in the ancient war, there was no damage here. The crazy flames of war failed to ignite the ancient trees here, and Heather became the only pure land at that time."

While they were talking, two beautiful boats appeared before them. The long and narrow white hull is decorated with carved flowers on the bow. The long oars cut through the water gently, and there are two elves on each boat: one rows the boat, and the other stands on the bow. For humans, it is difficult to describe the difference in appearance of each elf. They all have elegant and handsome appearance, toughness and proud temperament. His blond hair flows on his shoulders, and his handsome features show no fear and are always full of joy. Human language seems a bit poor at this time. Only the Elvish language, which is full of joy and praise, can accurately express inner feelings.

"Hello, friends from the outside world, welcome to Salantir." An elf put his right hand on his chest and slowly saluted Vincent and others: "If a few guests want to taste Heather's sweet fruits, Just please come with me.”

"Okay! Great!" Sokka clapped his little hands: "Salantir is the best place!"

Of all the people, Shelley always seemed a little nervous. When the green pupils of the elves swept over, she always moved her purple eyes away and looked at her reflection in the river. But the elves here didn't show any surprise.

This is not the first time Vincent has come to this elf country. He followed Carol to this beautiful place many years ago and stayed here for nearly two years. Many elves have met this human mage and have regarded him as a friend. This time when he came to Salantir again, Vincent was still amazed by the scenery here just like the first time he came.

It was also the first time for Shelley to enter the kingdom of elves. The surface elves she had heard about before were all synonymous with cowardice in the mouth of the drow. She had never imagined that the elves on the surface could so perfectly combine natural creations with ingenious craftsmanship. As long as you stay in this environment for a while, you will forget all your worries and put all kinds of unpleasant moods behind you.

The river in Erutalon moved forward slowly, and the singing in my ears gradually became clearer. Soka and Shelley were immersed in the melodious melody, and every note gently touched their heartstrings. Coupled with the soft and gentle sunshine, the two of them fell into a deep sleep before they knew it.

"Every visitor who comes to Salantir for the first time has a hard time not dozing off." The elf said to Vincent: "The last time you came, the team was like this. Except for Carol and you, everyone They all fell into a comfortable sleep, and it wasn't until Heather and the others woke up."

Vincent looked at the two ladies sleeping in each other's arms and smiled at the elf. There is a faint hypnotic power in this floating song. The elves have long been accustomed to this melody and will naturally not be affected. And a mage who has lost the right to dream can easily resist this voice.

"How has Salantir been doing these past few years? Is the mead still as sweet every year?" Vincent asked the elf.

"Yes, mage." Several elf guards smiled happily: "We can harvest delicious tree fruits every year, and the honey wine we brew is even more mellow. This time, you will receive the most enthusiastic welcome Reception: The height of summer is the best time to drink mead.”

"I still miss all the time I spent here. Every time I come here, I can feel the tranquility and peace ." Vincent said to the elves: "Now in the outside world, the clouds of war have begun again. A condensed and uneasy atmosphere is spreading. I think Salantir may still be the last paradise."

"We have heard what you said ." The leading elf replied: "Even in the world under the sun, shadows will slowly grow. When a trace of evil fire breaks out, the entire grassland will be burned to ashes."

He spoke in a slow voice, as if singing softly:

Even if darkness covers the world,

And the moonlight shines here;

Thick dark clouds cannot stop me,

The bright silver spreads across the earth.

the rivers of Salantir,

Never bring in confusing news;

Easley •Heather's Grove,

Only soft breathing ripples.

Floating Erutalon,

Send a good harvest to the hands of happy people;

sweet mead,

Always ready to entertain the tired

　　Mellonea ” (meaning friend)

"Have you also received news from the outside?" Vincent said: "The orcs came from the north. This matter may not be simple. Although there is Fenton of the Holy Greafury , the Moon is surrounded by the sea on three sides. These days There is no strong defensive force in this direction.”

"No, my dear mage friend. Our respected Queen Herne Vanre has already foreseen this situation. Even on the vast sea, there are white sailing ships guarding day and night. Salantir will be taken care of very well. Well, no living enemy can enter here silently and cause damage."

"It seems that careful preparations have been made here. I can relax here." When Vincent heard the deployment of defenses at sea, he knew that the defense suggestions he sent to Carol had been implemented. The elves, who originally believed that the sea was a natural barrier, also began to accept the mage's proposal and made new plans in all directions.

"Yes, our queen also told us this, 'give the guests the best hospitality.'" The elf said: "She had told us ten days ago to wait here for your arrival today. Just like all successful prophecies in the past, Mr. Mage came to Salantir on time."

"Why does the respected Ms. Herne Fanrui pay so much attention to me as a human being? Every prophecy consumes a lot of energy. Even with the long life of the elves, this loss is heartbreaking."

"I don't know exactly what Her Majesty the Queen means, but I believe she must have enough reasons for doing this." The elf said: "Every prophecy allows us to avoid possible disasters and walk on the road to peace. After so many winds, frosts, snows and rains, this emerald green forest is still full of vitality. The songs praising peace have always been lingering in Heather City and have never stopped."

"I have always believed that peace is the most precious thing in the world, but peace for too long will make people careless."

"Mage friend, I agree with what you said." The elf nodded: "Our lives are very long, and being able to live in happiness forever is our most common wish. But the creatures outside are always not the same as us. Patience, they continue to cause fights over fleeting things. We have seen this situation and have been working hard to improve this situation. We elves do not like to use strong methods, and friendly negotiation is our first choice. But when During the negotiation process, time has become mankind's biggest enemy. Except for the mages who can live longer, we elves are always changing meeting partners."

"These are things that cannot be helped." Vincent said: "Human beings have the most active ideas, but they cannot exist for a long time. The elves have enough patience, but they are often not as fast as the changes in the outside world. Every life is equal, They just live with different priorities."

"Young mage, what you said makes sense." The elf nodded: "I was thinking about you at your age. You have just learned to walk among the branches and cannot even run. Even though you have been away from here for only eight years, I I don’t dare to measure your wise soul now by the standards of the past.”

"Thank you for your compliment." Vincent said, "I just saw a lot more things outside. Compared to the elves' thousands of years of wisdom, I am just a pitiful grain of sand lying on the endless shore. "

"Friend, our queen has mentioned you many times. She admires you very much and her tone is full of praise. Before I can see her, I will arrange for you to live in Heather's palace. Of course, the delicious mead has already been Wait there.”