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Chapter 280 Reappearance of Civilization History

"Heart of the Tree" Yilandar, just because of the prestige of this name in the forest, he must give enough face.

Even though the group of druids and Yilandar were not so harmonious, they all fell silent, and the centaur leader even bowed down with the group of centaurs behind him.

"Where's Goodacre? Hasn't it arrived yet?"

As if he didn't see the dissatisfied expression on Derrick Derrick's face, Yilandar spoke directly.

"The unicorns have already rushed to the front, together with the tree people, but you know, most of the female unicorns in this season are taking care of their cubs, and their combat power will be much less." The centaur leader replied.

And Yilandar turned to Derrick, and said in a low voice: "Derrick, I think you know how serious this is."

"Yes, Ilandar, that's why I came and brought my partners." Derrick's voice softened a little, but then he said sharply: "But if we fail to stop the scorched area from spreading , this responsibility..."

"I will take it on my own." There was no panic in Ellandar's voice.

Derrick took a deep look at him, and finally bowed to him, and the dozen or so druids behind him did the same: "I am willing to wait for your order."

Erendar stood upright on the stag's back, lamenting in his heart that Nora united the subjects of nature, at least not like those humans, who would still intrigue at this time—at least in his cognition Is such that.

He nodded slightly towards Derrick: "My clansman, the Bushleaf Legion has already rushed forward, Derrick, I need you to help me find out what kind of creatures will come out of the scorched area, and how many of them are there? Decide on our line of defense."

"No problem." Derrick gestured to the druid who had sent the message through the eagle before, and the latter immediately raised his arm, and the eagle that was still resting on his arm immediately flew high and flew into the distance.

Although Derrick complied, he still said: "Elandar, we are all familiar with the Black Forest. To be honest, apart from the scary demonized plants, the rest of the monsters in the Black Forest... I think It's nothing, right?"

But before he finished speaking, Ilandar frowned: "Black Forest? No, our enemies are not the same—"

"Must be from the Black Forest?!"

The calm voice of the elf elder only spoke half a sentence, but the second half of the sentence sounded from above their heads in a strange screaming tone, from far to near, and then heard a "boom", a silver-haired man The elf fell hard on the grass between the stag and the bear.

Raz rubbed his butt. Just now he heard Cyril analyzing the composition of the enemy. He was taken aback and fell down accidentally. froze.And a wet thing suddenly licked his side face, causing him to tremble again. When he turned his head, he realized that the one licking him was the giant deer under Yilandar's seat.

"Long, long, elder, I'm just passing by, passing by..."

Raz said to Yilandar with a twitching face, got up in a hurry, and was about to leave in a hurry—the elders were not people he could usually meet, let alone this was a direct conversation between the elders and the druid, not him at all. Occasions where you can interject.

But Yilandar's voice sounded immediately: "Stop."

Raz could only stop obediently, but saw that Yilandar and all the druids raised their heads, and then Yilandar showed a look of displeasure on his face, and then shouted upwards:
"What do you know?"

He looked up, but saw the half-elf young man waving his hands down from the vine bridge with a smile on his face, and then he jumped with both arms on the vine, and landed firmly on the druid and the elf elder. in the middle.

"Let's just know something." Cyril bowed slightly towards Elandar.If it was placed in another place, maybe he would rub his fingers to signal that "you have to pay more", but this time the incident was too serious, and he didn't intend to make more money.

Cyril didn't keep a secret, and said directly: "Yesterday, a forest patrol team of the Congye clan was attacked by a foreign species. That creature is called a dragon fly. You should have heard of it."

"Dragonfly?" Druid Derrick jumped off the giant bear, his wrinkled face that looked like ancient bark furrowed even more, and he said in a deep voice, "Isn't that kind of thing active in the west of La Rochelle?" In the swamp? How did they appear in the Elgin Jungle?"

"Yes, you are very knowledgeable, the vast majority of dragonflies live in the swamp areas of the west, but if you have read "Monster Strange Talk" by the curator of the Salkonan Museum, you will know that in Chapter 1 In the third section, the chapter "The Inheritor of Dragon's Blood" reads:

According to "The History of World Biology—On the Influence of the Distribution of Warcraft by Upper Biological Factors", dragon flies will gather in the area where dragons live, or in other words, dragon flies are the associated products of dragons. "

Derrick frowned. The title of the book thrown by the young man in front of him sounded very professional. He asked, "You mean, what we are going to face is a dragon?"

"No, as we all know, dragons are gone. They don't appear out of nowhere just to attack a jungle. What I want to say is that we may have enemies in the Black Forest, but not all the creatures of the Black Forest. "

Cyril's serious and determined tone made people ignore his too young face, everyone fell silent, thinking about what he said, even Elandar.

"And as you know, the scorched area is not like the Black Forest, it is covered, and entering it is like entering another world-this is not the alienation of the Black Forest."

Cyril took a deep breath and said slowly:
"In the outside world, we call it the 'magic plain'. There are many ways to generate a magic plain. Generally, it is a special treasure or a special seal, but in the same way, powerful remnants or deep thoughts , and it is also possible to generate a magic plain."

"But no matter how it was generated, it doesn't matter, the important thing is-"

Yes, the Magic Plains, only the Magic Plains can explain all this unusualness: the dragonflies that should not appear here, do not conform to the way of the Black Forest invasion, and more obviously enter another world-this is exactly the magic plain. a form of expression.

He looked around, looked at the faces of elves, humans and animals, and said the final result:

"What we are fighting against is the recurrence of a piece of civilized history."

And there is another sentence, hidden in the bottom of my heart by Cyril, who did not say:

"Perhaps, this is a reappearance of the history of elves' civilization."

(End of this chapter)