At the foot of the mountain covered by black clouds, a hazy shadow at the edge of the cave entrance suddenly appeared in the hazy shadow on the edge of the rock wall. Then, the young elf appeared here with a graceful woman.

"You're such a monster."

A smile came quietly.

Looking up in the sound, the familiar and unfamiliar figure made Charles stunned.

He had dark hair and gray eyes, wearing a black robe, standing at the entrance of the cave with one hand on his back, with a rosy face and a slightly hunched back.

Seeing his dazed look, the other party pulled the corners of his mouth, as if he was laughing, but he couldn't help but cough in pain. So his originally handsome appearance became hazy and finally turned back to the appearance of an old man with gray hair and a sloppy beard.

"you……"

Charles frowned and subconsciously thought that the other party was playing tricks on him, but the old man did not show any shame.

"After you used the swearing strategy, Morgoth's plot was declared to fail, and we have saved us from being tortured all day long."

He trembledly supported himself on the surface of the rock wall with his hands, and finally let himself sit back at the exit of the cave.

"I am lucky to escape from the orc's control, but I cannot escape the search of Morgoth."

Looking at the gloomy sky outside, the old man murmured weakly, ignoring the expression behind him, Charles, whose expression became very shocked.

"As a last resort, I could only take a risk and use a special means to pretend to die. Your grandparents have been with me for many years, and although they can't help me, they can help me understand some of the soul. Moreover, Old Harry is a good person..."

"After becoming old Harry, the darkness will never find me again. He may have thought I was summoned by Western Vera, but how could the cold Mandus accept a soul full of selfishness and evil? And, how could I be willing to leave?"

As he said that, he turned his head to look at Charles and smiled dejectedly.

"You might be thinking I'm talking nonsense or cheating on you, but that's OK, I'm almost dead."

Charles didn't speak.

In my memory, Eor did have several ghost attendants, and it was not uncomprehensible to be able to seize the body from all kinds of experiences in previous lives.

only……

"The reason why you concealed your identity is to save those slaves?"

Shire suddenly asked.

The vague prophecy pointed to the old man in front of him, and the words he had said to him were not false.

Although I cannot distinguish my identity with my heart because I have not been in contact for a long time, the facts seem to be enough to prove the credibility of the other party's words.

But this made him a little angry. It felt like he was facing a willful drag.

However, after hearing this, the other party sneered: "Do you really think I want to save them?"

Shire was stunned, but the other party's words did not stop.

"Others don't understand, but I know very well how much Morgoth can do. If Angban hadn't happened to have an accident, there wouldn't be more than one escaper in this operation."

While saying that, he started coughing violently again, and finally wiped the corner of his mouth and showed a sarcastic smile.

"But as long as they escape, the son of Eor, Kaner, will be brave and fearless, sneak into Angban regardless of his safety, and strive to rescue his fellow victims. In that way, it will bring considerable help to you and your kingdom. And they... they are already struggling to survive, so will they be free from death?"

His words seemed very vicious. Obviously, after experiencing the ordeal of Angban, Eor, who was already weird, became more extreme in some aspects.

Shir was stunned when he heard this, and then his tone became a little softer: "Even so, you can reveal your identity, and then we discuss with each other, there is no need to deceive anything."

"If I choose to tell the truth, will you do what I plan, or will you drag me away?"

This rhetorical question left Charles speechless.

Thinking about your temperament, it seems that the chance of choosing to retreat is greater...

"I know you can do it, I know from the time you showed up in front of me. You're a freak, a freak more weird than I, Eoel, but I feel very happy because you can protect yourself well."

He said, his face showing a bitterness. "Don't blame me for being mean, and don't blame me for being willful. I, I can only do this, I can't help you anymore, I can't... The human body is really fragile. Even if you rescue me, I don't have much time to live. This is my last chance, and I must hurry up."

Shire is silent.

Putting the female elf on his shoulder for a while, he walked up and squatted down, holding Eor's hand that was supported on the hard surface.

Withered and cold, this hand is like a tombstone standing in front of the grave, stiff and full of death.

His behavior made the old man tremble all over, and then he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Do you know... I never thought I could give birth to a king's son... I never thought... I thought many times that you would become a blacksmith, an excellent blacksmith, but the king?"

His laughter was full of smugness and joy, but this seemed to consume his last ray of energy and spirit.

So much so that after the laughter, the old eyes became dimmer, the eyelids drooped, and the words seemed faint, even as if they were muttering to themselves.

"Your grandparents' death hit me a big blow. You may not know that when I was young, I was an optimistic and cheerful singer. Later... I became unsociable, and many of my fellow races hated me. Although they didn't say it, I could feel it."

"But what does that matter? I can't live by myself without them?"

"So I moved out of Dorias and ran to South Hermos to live. It was very good, there was no annoying sunshine, but sometimes it always seemed a little quieter. Until your mother appeared and until your birth... I felt that my life might have been completed and I couldn't become more satisfied. Unfortunately... I was unwilling to give up..."

"Do you know? My method of winning your mother's favor is not glorious. I used the power of the curse, but... I really couldn't help it. She was so beautiful... so beautiful... I really want to see her again..."

Under the black clouds, the gloomy cold wind blew his white hair so messy that it made his own faint voice appear close to the whispers of mosquitoes and flies.

However, the emotions contained in it are very strong.

The talent took effect, and a colorful light was brewing from the tip of his fingers. Charles raised his hand and wanted to point it in front of him.

But at this moment, Eor's head was already weak and hung down. The last ray of spirit dissipated from the turbid eyes, and death completely occupied the body.

The young elf's raised hands froze.

...

In the first era, in the late summer of 370, King Linton, Kaner, risked his life to sneak into Angban to rescue many suffering tribes, and successfully brought out thousands of prisoners to escape from the demon cave.

This incident was recorded in the chronicle of Berreand and the eternal memories of many elves, and can be regarded as a great achievement praised in the entire elves' history.

However, the existence that really contributed to this matter has long been destroyed in the long river of history and has become just an embellishment of someone's name.
Chapter completed!