Ride and Cut

"What is this?" Richard suddenly found that the carriages of the prairie elves were loaded with huge wooden crates, emitting a very rich and greasy pollen smell.

The elf girl who took care of the wooden box was very shy, and ran away like a butterfly when she heard the strange man's inquiry.

"A kind of bee called the Pagani bee." Annie walked over and said, and she opened the lid of the box to let Richard take a look. "These little things are sleeping now, and they won't come out until the spring flowers bloom."

"This..." Lord Lord saw a chill, with chicken skin prickly heat on both arms, and the roots of cold hair stood tall.

If it hadn’t been for Annie to tell him, Richard would never have thought that the thing in front of him was a bee—all of them had dark skins and shiny black skins. Generally, the first two knuckles of his index fingers were so long that they were lying next to each other. The plank was motionless. There is a long bee thorn on the back of the buttocks, just like a pin, shimmering in the cold under the winter sun.

Richard reckons that small animals like rabbits and mice will be dead as long as they are properly touched. Going to be a vegetarian with this configuration is simply a waste of good fortune.

"Why do you keep this stuff?"

"Elves like to eat honey. Although the Pagani bee looks like a wasp, it actually produces a lot of honey." Annie reached out and took out a dark bee from the beehive and placed it on her hand. The bee only shook it twice. The wings were quiet again and let the fingers pass.

Richard also wanted to reach out and touch, but the bee obviously didn't recognize him as the lord. A long way away before they met, he began to buzz and flap his wings in a posture ready to take off and fight.

"Not only will the Pagani bee not harm the elves, it will also help the elves to attack the enemy when needed." Annie put it back in the box and closed the lid. "A half-elf like me just won't be stung, in the tribe The pure-blooded elf girl can also use her body incense to command the swarm and attack the enemy.

"That's pretty affordable." The lord nodded pretendingly, like an expert in the industry, "You should expand the scale of breeding, raise him tens of millions, and monopolize the entire Pompeii honey business. Whoever dares to find faults will send bees. Bite him."

"We did this in the age of the ancient elven empire." Melissa shook her head slightly and smiled helplessly. "But today's elves no longer have this ability."

"Why?" Richard asked back.

"Because the Pagani worker bee eats no types, but the queen bee responsible for breeding offspring is very picky and only eats the nectar made from Naxi daffodil pollen." This time, an ordinary middle-aged elf responded to him.

"The ancient water elf prince Narcissus was very handsome. When facing the lake, he fell in love with his shadow. He finally fell into the lake and died. After the tribe found out that he was very sad, he found a tender flower at his burial site. Beautiful daffodils, this is Naxi narcissus."

Lord Lord couldn't help feeling that the Elf race was very sad.

They have a very glorious history-in the long process of the elemental tide falling all the way down, the Titans were the first to be eliminated by the environment. Therefore, as monkeys that lost the suppression of tigers, the elves established an ancient elven empire in the middle of the Titan Age and the Human Age.

That was once a great country that dominated the entire continent and ruled over hundreds of millions of living creatures. As the darling of the Titans, the elves have received the most instruction, and their magical power far exceeds other intelligent races. In its heyday, the elf king's decree traveled all over the world, and the unicorn cavalry dared not follow wherever they went.

But if he has to condense the fate of this country into one sentence, Richard thinks that only "its prosperous and sudden death" is the most appropriate.

The ancient elven empire only lasted for three thousand years, and it turned into rain and wind to blow away. Compared with the generally long lifespan of elves, only three thousand years can only be described as short.

Their decline must be inseparable from the continued low tide of the elements. After all, the magic talent that the elves are proud of is meaningless in the face of a sluggish elemental environment. The disadvantage of their slow fertility has become more prominent because of this-when the quality is difficult to improve, the number is critical.

Although it is not like Titan, it can't survive without magic elements. But sometimes the mere loss of advantage is enough to determine the fate of a race.

However, apart from the environmental impact, the stubbornness and indecency of the elves undoubtedly contributed to the collapse of the entire elven empire.

When the absolute advantage of force did not exist, the arrogant elf looked around and suddenly realized that it was difficult to find even an ally around him.

Dwarves, giants, half-orcs, druids, and even giant dragons all stand on the side of humans. They have long been fed up with the endless arrogance and contempt of the elves. As a result, the wall fell and everyone pushed, and the drum was beaten by thousands of people. The huge empire fell apart, and the glory of the past turned into dust.

How can there be any race today that treats legends as history seriously? Only elves, only elves. This is the sorrow of the elves, but it is the luck of mankind.

"Then what Naxi narcissus is extinct?"

"No." Melissa nodded to Richard, motioning for him to come over.

The lord followed Melissa to a carriage, and saw a dozen pots the size of a millstone in the carriage. The taste of elves in art is indeed undoubted-just such a pottery pot that looks very inconspicuous at first glance, but Richard's eyes become more comfortable as he looks at it. The rounded curvature and few decorations are just right, not obtrusive and not obtrusive. Dull.

These pots are filled with half soil and full water,

I don't know what heat preservation measures have been taken, but the surrounding temperature is extremely low, but the water inside has not frozen. Each pot is filled with a large narcissus with forearm length, the roots are stuck in the mud, the bulbs are white, and the green leaves are fresh and tender. The daffodils will bloom in early spring, and now the flowering period is approaching, and the top bones have cracked slightly, revealing a touch of goose yellow.

"They look good." Richard found that these daffodils are growing very gratifyingly, all of them bear a lot of flower bones.

"But the number is too small, only barely enough for us to maintain the existing bee colony." Melissa looked at these daffodils, her eyes soft and kind, "Naxi narcissus is a kind of magical plant, very picky about the growth environment. We are downhearted. The ability of descendants is limited, and there is no way to cultivate them as much as their ancestors."

"The priests of the ancient elven empire can build moon wells and collect moon flowers to promote plant growth." Annie explained to Richard in a low voice, "but now moon wells have long been lost, so it has become extremely difficult to cultivate Naxi narcissus. "

"Oh." The lord nodded clearly.

Regardless of the name of the tall, it is obvious that the role of Yuehua can basically be equivalent to that of chemical fertilizer.

It just so happened that he had a country in his previous life. After the loss of fertilizer import channels, the agricultural output crashed. That chubby leader could only call on the people to march in misery, which was roughly in the same situation as these elves, so it was easy to understand.

As the wheels creaked and turned, the convoy of elves drove into the alpine fort. The joining of a new group of residents also means that many new problems have emerged, which can only be left to Richard and Melissa to discuss and solve them.

"The elves don't seem to be as arrogant as they are in the legend, they are quite enthusiastic." Gunther slapped his lips as he looked at the backs of them going away.

"Oh." Buckland sighed, shaking his head, "there are no arrogant capital for the elves now."

"Have you noticed that one-third of the members of this elven tribe are half-elves. It means that they had to start intermarrying with humans in order to avoid inbreeding. How could the elves do this if it hadn’t reached the point of life and death? "People like to sigh as soon as they get older. Buckland is obviously no exception. He whispered: "In the face of the harsh reality, it's hard to live alone. Everyone has no right to be capricious."

"But if we continue to marry from generation to generation, won't the elves disappear sooner or later?" Hutt was shocked.

It's very simple-add water to a drop of ink, and eventually the ink will disappear without a trace.

"That's not true." Buckland, as a naturalist, said bluntly, "The blood of elves is more resilient than humans. The offspring of two half-elves combined will be closer to pure blood than their parents. Elves. If they can multiply and grow, and then actively intermarry, they can be restored to be very close to pure blood elves in just a few generations."

"That's good." Difficulty in giving birth is also the lingering pain of Skal Lizardmen, and Abu felt it all over his face.

"But ~www.readwn.com~ I am not optimistic that they can smoothly integrate into the mountain fort." The old white tiger suddenly collapsed, which surprised everyone present.

"Why?" Gunther was puzzled. "The boss is now worried that he can't find a good warrior. Isn't the elves the best archer?"

"When an archer needs strength, otherwise no matter how accurate his head is, he won't be able to shoot in armor!" Buckland closed one eye and compared it to an aiming and archery posture. His chubby body and thick clothes made him almost shrunk. Yuanqiu, "Centaur's size and muscles are good archers. Did you see that when you were pushing the cart just now? Those elves are so weak, how can they be archers?"

"Yes!"

With these few pieces of goods present, the enemies who have been bladed by their hands can fill a small town together, and it is common sense for them to need strength for archers. I didn't think much about being blinded by the traditional impression that the elves were good at shooting before, but now that the old Baihu reminded him, he immediately reacted.

"Then what?" Gunther grinned.

"Cold!" Buckland rolled his eyes.