come over. He whispered in his ear: "Marcos, you were at fault in this matter. Now go and apologize."
"What? Sir. Doesn't this weaken the prestige of our alliance? Let these long-eared people think that we adventurers are easy to bully? I won't do it."
Marcos heard it. Suddenly I felt unhappy. If it weren't for me being the person in charge and having the strength. Make such a request to him. He must have been so angry that he had already cursed.
"You should also be a little considerate of the alliance's difficulties. After all, our support this time is mainly to improve the relationship between each other. This is demeanor. Do you understand demeanor? Don't be with these guys who want body but no figure and no brain. Little girls care so much. And..." I chuckled a few times.
"If they really don't know how to praise, then we will be able to take advantage of it when the time comes. The alliance can't blame us, can it?"
"Okay...okay!"
I thought about it for a long time. Marcos was still convinced by me. A frustrated look on his face. Who allowed himself to be so mean-mouthed as to make fun of an elf woman? You must know that they are extremely longing for love. But the most unseen pervert.
After Marcos took the lead in apologizing. The arrogant little elf beauty seemed to look much better. Even the eyes of the hundreds of elf warriors were a bit kinder. I don’t know what kind of teasing words Musk said. That's why they were so angry. This group of adventurers is really a headache.
"Don't think it's enough to apologize. Tell me. What is the purpose of you humans coming here?" He gritted his teeth. The little girl still asked reluctantly.
"Didn't you see? We heard that our lovely neighbors were in trouble. But we came all the way to support them!" I said with a smile and narrowed eyes.
"Bah. Who are you... lovely neighbors? How shameless. We elves don't need the support of you humans. You guys must have some other purpose, right?"
Can't seem to stand my tone. I can't find any reason to vent my anger. The little elf beauty stamped her slender and slender breasts repeatedly. The beautiful almond eyes were round and wide.
"But we have just saved many of your soldiers. This is an undeniable fact." I glanced at the other party with half-open eyes. Also a bit bored. You don't want to see me. Then there is no need for me to put my cold face on my hot butt.
"Who wants you to save us? Even if we die, we don't need you humans to save us!" The little girl was probably furious. He blurted out this without thinking.
Hear this. I was stunned for a while. Then laughed. Laughing louder and louder. The adventurers behind him also reacted. He also started laughing. The empty village entrance burst into laughter. Even the elf warrior beside the little girl showed helpless eyes.
"Did you just tease a little brat like this who doesn't have all his hair?"
I ignored him and became so angry that he wanted to draw his bow after hearing my words. Then the elf girl was stopped by the elf next to her. He turned to Marcos and asked.
"Mistake. Mistake. This is the biggest stain in my life, Marcos." Marcos grabbed his hair. A look of shame.
The kind of person who disregards the life and death of his companions for the sake of face. From our perspectives. It's not worth getting angry at all. Put it nicely. The other party's mind is immature. A little brat. What do you mean by arguing with a little brat?
To put it bluntly. Just don't know whether to live or die. To this kind of person who has no strength and is willful. Or ignore it. Or kill it directly. The dark world is not that easy to mess around with.
"let's go."
Shaked his head. I was too lazy to take another look at those elves. Anyway, the purpose has been achieved. no matter what. These elves should also show some sympathy. Coupled with the ideological work of the high-level elves. Presumably the resistance to cooperation with humans should no longer be so strong. As for that yellow-haired girl. Unless she is the sovereign elf queen. Otherwise it wouldn't be a problem at all. The general trend of the development of the Dark Continent. How could such a willful little brat take the lead?
Think of this. I patted Xiaoxue. Turn around and leave with the team. Only the angry voice of the little elf girl sounded from behind.
"Dear human guest. Please stay."
However at this time. Suddenly a weak and old voice sounded from the little girl's voice. He added a word of respect to the front. I stopped. Look back. I saw an old man on crutches slowly walking out from behind the elf warrior. Dry and gray hair. There were little yellow spots on the pointed ears. Like an old face with wrinkles on one side of an orange peel. It seems to be recording the vicissitudes of life that this old man has experienced for hundreds of years.
"Ahem----"
Walking on vain steps. The old man walked to the front tremblingly. Suddenly he coughed violently. A shocking trace of blood seeped out from between the fingers covering his mouth.
"Grandpa Lyman. Why did you come out? You were so seriously injured."
The elf warrior next to him hurriedly supported the old elf in front of the mountain. The little elf girl on the side stepped forward and caressed the old man's back with a surprised look on her face. The look on her face was full of the granddaughter's admiration and care for her grandfather. If only she could show even one percent of her current warmth to Marcos and the others just now. There wouldn't be such a tense atmosphere.
"Old man, are you okay? Do you have any instructions for us to stay?"
"It's okay...cough. It's okay. I'm old. I'm just no longer useful. I'm just injured and I'm just hanging on." The old elf showed a self-deprecating smile. Then set your sights on me. The gentle eyes that have accumulated hundreds of years of knowledge and experience seem to be able to see through the world.
"Young man. Are you the leader of this operation? Amazing. I really envy Akara. He can always find so many talents." He looked at me carefully for a while. He then spoke slowly.
That’s why we can always find so many coolies. I secretly slandered. However, he also expressed enough surprise at his words: "You are flattering me. It's just Mr. Akara's love. Do you also know Mr. Akara?"
"Ahem. This person has lived a long time and has made more friends. The last time he went to Camp Rogge was twenty-five years ago. How are the four of them?"
"It's very good. Master Akara walks like flying. He can walk faster than me with a cane. Master Kasha drinks every day and is poor every day. There are many more books in Master Kane's house. The house was just expanded the year before last. Now there is no He fell asleep in his position. Master Farah's laboratory exploded constantly. That beard never grew long."
I said with a dry smile. It vividly explains the health of the four elders of the camp. Do not know why. This old man always gives me a great affinity. It made me speak out my heart without realizing it.
"Ha ha----"
The adventurer behind him laughed. They also came out of Camp Rogge. Naturally, we know what the four elders of the camp look like. I haven’t been back for at least ten years now. Listen to me. Suddenly he laughed knowingly. Some look like memories. I don’t know what I remembered. The eye sockets are slightly moist and red.
Even the serious-looking elf warriors opposite could not help but curl their lips into an arc. The little elf girl looked over with uncontrollable laughter. Her smiling eyes were full of curiosity. It seems that I never thought that I could say such a thing. But then I thought about what I had just done. His eyes suddenly widened again.
"Okay. I feel relieved after hearing what you said. Ahem. Look, people are getting old. They have even forgotten the most basic courtesy. Come on. If you don't mind, come in and sit for a while."
"Grandpa Lyman. Why..."
The same little girl pouted. He seemed extremely dissatisfied with the old man's invitation. But the complaints are not over yet. He was given a faint look by the other party.
"Beya. Do you know how much trouble you almost caused? If this happens again, I will send you back immediately."
The little girl seems to be extremely afraid of the old man. After being said something. The aggrieved eyes were red. He just didn't dare to refute. He turned around and looked at us hatefully. She ran away without looking back.
"I'm sorry. This girl has been spoiled since she was a child."
He gave us an apologetic look with a wry smile. The old man's body suddenly shook. Seems to be fainting. After giving some instructions to the people next to me. He was gently helped away by two elf warriors.
"Acridine----"
The thick village gate slowly opened. We looked at each other. It can be seen from their eyes. Most of the adventurers inside are actually not willing to stay in the elf village. After all, something so unpleasant had just happened.
"The rum of the elves seems to be quite delicious. If..."
Phoenix behind me seemed to know what I was thinking. Look at everyone's eyes. Suddenly he muttered in a low voice. Said in a low voice. But he was in the center of the crowd. Who can't hear it?
The effect of his words had a huge effect. I can even feel the eyes of everyone who were originally resisting. It was as if a fire had been lit immediately. Especially the savages inside. His eyes are the hottest. Rum is a special wine made by the elves. It's much better than the ale and fruit wine in the bar. But the problem is that only the elves can brew. In the past. Based on the relationship between humans and elves. Even well-off adventurers have trouble getting a drink.
"Gulu----"
Kurt standing in front of me. You can clearly see his huge Adam's apple squirming. Make a loud swallowing sound. Keep an eye on the gate of the Elf village. His eyes turned green.
"It's like this. Then let's go in and have a good drink."
I secretly gave Phoenix a thumbs up. In exchange for his triumphant eyes. This guy is truly an experienced wanderer. A simple sentence can change the adventurer's mind.
"oh----"
His eyes turned from reluctant to looking at me eagerly. Listen to me. These drunkards suddenly cheered. Kurt's broken voice even made the leaves rustle. What left me stunned. The little fox who had been beside me actually jumped up with joy, and her towering breasts seemed to be trembling slightly with the beating of her petite body. If the joy that overflows on her fair and pretty face could be faked. Then her ten Oscars are not an exaggeration.
No way. She is also a little drunkard?
After consensus is reached. Under my leadership. A group of more than seventy people drove into the Elf village in a mighty manner. Looking around. The elves are indeed a race known as art. Their house is special. The house, made of smooth and solid logs, is natural. There is no trace of gaps or artificial carvings. The roof is round. It looks like a huge, upside-down semicircular wooden bowl. These appear to be simple round huts. After being decorated with some flowers and green rattan branches and leaves. It immediately became refreshing and pleasing to the eye. It looks indescribably comfortable and appropriate. The whole village was filled with a lively atmosphere. They are indeed a clan of elves who are known as the sons of nature.
While we were looking at it. In the windows or door cracks of those round wooden houses. Also revealed a pair of curious big eyes. The pointed ears twitched. They are looking at us outsiders curiously. Probably to see if we are as cunning and cruel as the legend says. For most of these elven civilians who have never left the forest in their lives. Humanity may only exist in the biographical novels in their hands.
After discovering this situation. As onlookers, we can't help but feel a little funny. Suddenly, I realized that humans and elves have differences other than ears and customs. In fact, there is no difference. They are just like us. Also has enough curiosity and desire. After having this idea. Everyone looked at the elf with a hint of recognition.
Led by several slender elven warriors. We arrived at the village square. Hundreds of thick wooden seats have been placed. There are beautiful elven girls all the time. Like a fluttering butterfly, it holds fruits and wine jars and cups on it. His eyes glance over from time to time. The expression on the pretty face shows curiosity, timidity, fear or shyness. But without exception, they are all extremely simple. The adventurer who originally had many prejudices against elves was dumbfounded.
Racial prejudice is often initiated by minorities. Then it becomes bigger and bigger.
After sitting down. These cops were probably really hungry. You're welcome. He opened his cheeks and started eating and drinking. He looks like a corrupt, fat official who eats and drinks with public funds. Next to him, Kurt drank a glass of rum. He squinted his eyes and exhaled with great satisfaction. Then I threw the fruit, which was as big as my fist, into my mouth like a peanut. It was swallowed in a few mouthfuls. Then he shook his head. He sighed greedily.
"What a pity. No warm barbecue."
sweat. You bandits.
I kicked Kurt hard. Let him drink as much rum as he likes. But don't eat so much food. There is no shortage of food for us adventurers. But the elves are not rich. Seventy adventurers let go of their bellies. Enough to feed the entire village for several days.
At my signal. Those losers all laughed. indeed. This kind of behavior is like being a rich man and fighting for food with a beggar. They slow down. Some took out their own dry food from their backpacks. But I drank rum more frequently. As expected, you have fully fulfilled what I said. I saw the shameless faces of these drunkards. I couldn't help but feel angry and itchy. Probably after this time. "Drunkard" will become the elves' new name for us.
"Human. Elder Lyman invites you."
As I slowly tasted the rum. An elf warrior came over. He bowed slightly to me. He said without being arrogant or humble.
really. I knew the old man invited us in. It's not as simple as inviting us to eat and drink. As for what purpose it has. He glanced at the surrounding elf warriors and the elf civilians secretly watching us not far away. I already have the confidence in my heart. At least. This will definitely be one of his requests.
but. The elf warrior actually called the old man named Lyman an elder. It quite surprised me. I just don’t know if the elders of the elves have the same position as the elders of our alliance. Or is he just a "village cadre"? but. Judging from his acquaintance with Akara. His position is not high among the elves. The identity shouldn’t be too simple either.
I just stood up. He was about to follow the elf warrior. The sleeve was suddenly pulled gently. Look back. It's a little fox with a pretty face and a little blush. She leaned her head closer. Bite my ear gently. An alluring fragrance mixed with wine and women's body fragrance suddenly penetrated from the nostrils. It is clear. This little fox drank a lot.
"Idiot. There should be no problem."
She whispered in my ear. There was a hint of worry in his tone. Those eyelashes blinked. The beautiful eyes showing some confusion glanced at the surrounding elf warriors. A wary look flashed across his face.
"Don't worry. The elves are not as bad as you think. Besides, with my strength, I won't be afraid even if there is anything. You should worry about whether you will get drunk."
I couldn't help but smile. That pretty red face made me have the urge to pinch it gently with my hand. This little fox is truly a little fox. It’s called being extremely vigilant.
". Smelly. Also. Who... who is worried about you? I'm just afraid... afraid that I won't be able to buy good things in the future. Humph----" The beautiful eyes are flowing. The little fox wrinkled his little nose at me. Then pushed me away. Sit back in your seat. Pick up a glass of rum and put it in your mouth. Cheeks bulging with anger, "Buru Bulu" blew out bubbles.
"Don't be fascinated by those little vixens from the elves."
He didn't take a few steps away. The little fox's voice came again. It almost made me stagger. When she turned around, she waved her delicate little fist at me. Then he drank one cup after another. By the way, what qualifications does this guy have to call others vixens? Of all the girls I've ever met. I have never seen anyone more suitable for this title than her.
Under the leadership of elven warriors. We came to an inconspicuous cabin. open the door. The elf warrior made a gesture of invitation. Then he looked behind me with a troubled look and said.
"Human. Elder Lyman only asked you to come alone."
What you asked is strange. Am I not here alone? Is there a ghost following behind? Follow his gaze and look back. I was suddenly startled as if I had seen a ghost. There is no such thing as ghost. There is one girl among the five who is careless and expressionless. When did she catch up? Why didn't my dignified Druid feel it at all? It’s impossible not to have such a sense of existence. This is almost outrageous.
If this little princess could change her profession to an assassin. His future achievements may not be inferior to those of Tarasha. Let me sweat it first...
"It doesn't matter. Now that we're here, let's come in and sit together."
Elder Leman's weak voice came from inside the house. He should be fine. When I just left, I vomited a lot of blood. What if he dies suddenly while waiting for a conversation? Then I really can't argue.
With a feeling of trepidation. I walked inside the house. nature. Princess Sanwu also followed me silently.
As an elder. Lyman's house is simple. There is no pretense of simplicity. The old man was lying on a deck chair. Turn your back to the window. The old, withered face faced the door. See me come in. He forced a smile.
"Ahem...kid. Come on. Sit down."
"Are you okay?"
I looked at Elder Leman’s face. asked worriedly.
"It's okay. It's just that I'm old. My body is useless. I was hit by the dwarf's hidden weapon. I just lay down like this. I think back then, there were dozens of dwarfs. I didn't take it seriously."
Lyman said with a sigh. There was a helpless sadness in his eyes. Mortals will always be mortals. No matter how powerful you once were. It cannot withstand the passage of time.
"If you don't mind, can you let me take a look at it for you?" He hesitated. I asked.
"Oh? Of course. If you can make my old bones move a little bit, that would be great." Hear me say this. The old man showed a surprised expression. But it was only for a moment. He showed a faint smile. Obviously, he has already looked away from life and death.
Come to Lyman's side. In his gentle gaze. A milky white holy light slowly emitted from my hand. Then she held his thin hand. These rays of light slowly flowed into Lyman's body like running water. His pale and blue complexion dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the end, it even showed a slight healthy glow. Even the skinny hand that was holding it seemed to be a little swollen.
The reason for exposure therapy. First of all, I saw that Lyman's position should not be low among the elves. And I also have a good impression of this kind old man. As for the second reason. It's because my ability is not a major secret that cannot be revealed. All the time. I've never been in four other than Akala. It was revealed to people other than the Lal trio and Vilas. Just because I am to this world. There is still a serious sense of crisis in this world. The ability to hide one point is one point. It will be more comfortable to use it to inflict pain on others in the future. And I'm confident. Lyman probably won’t ask me why I know data magic. And it won’t be revealed.
open one's eyes. Even with Lyman’s calm character accumulated over hundreds of years. He couldn't help but look surprised. Even with his knowledge. It is really unimaginable that a druid can perform the long-lost healing technique of the priest profession.
"Is this a priest's healing technique?" he asked, looking at me.
I nodded.
"I never expected that I would be able to see the long-lost priest professional skills in my lifetime. My life has not been in vain. My child, you surprise me too much. Akala is so lucky. If you are our elf A child of the tribe. That would be great." He looked at me with a look full of wisdom and gentleness. Lyman squeezed my hand gently. He sat up from the recliner. It seems that the body has recovered a lot.
"I heard that elf druids also have healing skills. Why..." He helped the old man sit up. I asked confused.
"Haha. Our druids do know how to heal. But the effect is about the same as the Holy Light Bullet of the Paladin. How can it be compared with the healing of the priest. The priest is the only true healer given by the benevolent God to his people. ah."
Pour a cup of tea for Lyman, who has recovered a lot. I sat across from him and asked the first question.
"The old man is probably not just entertaining us this time. I wonder what your instructions are. If we can do it, we will do our best."
"I invite you to come in this time. It is indeed a merciless invitation. My child, you should be able to guess it." Lyman looked at me with interest. The keen gaze gave me a feeling of nothing to hide.
"Ahem. I did think of that a little bit. I just don't know if my guess is right. Old man, do you want us to escort the village to relocate?"
"You are absolutely right. As you can see now. After the village was attacked by two dwarves, there were only one hundred and twenty-eight warriors left. I was injured. There is no way to direct the battle. If the dwarves If the dwarves come again, we will be unable to resist. So I plan to move with the 3,672 villagers in the village. If you can provide protection along the way, then I will feel more at ease."
"Of course there is no problem. This was originally the mission of our operation. It's just that we cannot ensure the safety of every villager with our own hands."
I thought about it for a while. Then he said. There are 3,672 people to protect. The total number of our soldiers and the elven warriors is only about 200. Too little. If you unfortunately encounter an army of dwarves led by the Dark Wanderer during the migration. Then there is even less certainty.
"I know. Whether they live or die depends on their destiny. Hey. Is this really the right thing to do?"
Lyman showed a look of understanding. Finally he looked up. The confused gaze seemed to pass through the roof. Look at the boundless sky. He muttered to himself. Then close your eyes and pray devoutly. It took a long time before I opened my eyes again. There was a hint of determination in his eyes.
"Their sacrifice will save more lives among the elves and even the entire Dark Continent."
I sighed. Lyman said soothingly. How the high-ranking elves responded to this dwarf attack. I can guess something too. Wasn't it the time when Camp Rogge was attacked by monsters? Is it the same as Akara and others? I don't like this superior person's thinking and approach. But it cannot be denied that it is important to today's dark continent. The advantages indeed outweigh the disadvantages. So I can only say a few words of comfort.
"Old man, where do you plan to move to this time? There should be many villages near here."
In order to prevent this heavy atmosphere from continuing to breed. I asked. I just escorted the relocation of a village a few days ago. Now I am more or less familiar with it. Naturally, you know what preparations you should make.
unexpected. Lyman shook his head. Then he gave me a surprising answer.
"We are moving this time. We do not intend to go to nearby villages. But to the Elf King City!"
