Ride and Cut

The wide hall was empty, and only Lord Lord and Melissa sat at the table, discussing key issues.

"Until last year, the situation of the tribe was pretty good. We had married the border nobles of Pompeii a long time ago, so we don’t have to worry about being directly attacked. In Voya, we also have a certain right to speak, with stable and generous income. And there is one in the tribe. A mid-level mage, enough to shock Xiao Xiao who is embarrassed." Melissa slowly stated the situation of the tribe.

Richard heard it utterly. Although he knew that the elves were talented for a long time, he couldn't help but feel jealous. A small tribe of a few hundred people can give birth to an intermediate mage, this ratio is simply terrifying. In sharp contrast, the high mountain fort, with a population of thousands, can only rely on a few low-energy shamans to make ends meet.

"But in the summer, the mage suddenly died of illness and returned to the embrace of the moon **** Anilu." The elf mother gave a helpless smile, "The levee is sometimes destroyed by a small ant nest, a middle-level The departure of the mage is too deadly for a tribe."

"Our allies are not so reliable, but our enemies stand firm. After six months of hard work, it is hard to sustain."

Richard can fully understand this mentality that he can't go down and is eager to find a big tree to rely on. However, he was not so innocent as he used to be stunned. The idea that the follower was like a cloud only existed when he dreamed back at midnight.

The real world is a deceitful vanity fair, and all beings Xixi often come and go for profit.

"Why me?" He pointed to his nose.

"Because Annie said that you are a very tolerant person to your people. To be honest, this is not common among Pompeii nobles." Melissa did not shy away from doing her homework, "Also, Alpine Castle is one of the few Territory that accepts foreigners."

"Alpine Fort can open its doors to you." Richard snapped his fingers simply.

"But don't be too happy, I have the conditions-the male elf of the right age must serve as an archer." The lord revealed his fox tail.

"The elves love peace and hate war. So Master Richard, please forgive me for not assigning clansmen to join your army." Melissa actually shook her head and chose to refuse.

"Melissa Melissa." Not only did Richard not become irritated by being rejected, but instead appeared quite gentle and sincere. "As a lord, I have every right to exempt you from military service. As a naturalist lover, I also think that the elves do Peace-loving. Out of humanitarianism, I can even promise you now-don’t doubt this. My words at Gaoshan Fort are the truth, the rules of heaven, and the rules. No one can refute it."

Obviously, what he said was almost arrogant, but Richard's tone was very natural. And let any member of Alpine Fort hear it, it will certainly not be a little surprised.

"Thank you for your generosity..."

"Please listen to me." Lord Lord's mouth bends slightly, showing a sly smile like a heron. "But the alpine fort was never built on the basis of peace. In fact, its birth was accompanied by war and blood from beginning to end. So Here, every man of school age has the obligation to undertake military service. If I exempt the elves from the obligation, I will grant you the same rights..."

"It means that the balance is destroyed. It is impossible for long. In the end, it will only eat the elves themselves." Richard picked up the teacup and leaned on the back of the chair, and raised Erlang's legs. "Of course I had no problem when I was alive. In my eyes, the life span of human beings is probably very short, right?"

Lord Lord pursed his lips and blew the floating leaves on the water, and took a sip of the slightly sour tea slowly. Not surprisingly, he discovered that he didn't get a response for a long time after he finished speaking.

"You are right." As a senile elf, Melissa is already five hundred and sixty years old. Long years often mean rich enough knowledge. So she knew clearly that the human being in front of her was not lying.

"Frankness is a good start." Richard smiled with a win-winner, "I'm honest, I hope you do the same."

He likes to drink tea when negotiating with people recently, because doing so can impose psychological pressure on the other party.

"I... can send a few pure blood elf girls as your maid." Melissa looked at Richard and said.

Lord Lord was choked and coughed suddenly and violently, and quickly put the teacup back on the table.

I have to say that this condition shouldn't be too attractive-these days, the maid is like the lord's private property. You can control whatever you want, and I can't control it. And that's an elf! He didn't see what appearance just now. The purity of the angel and the temptation of the devil coexist. It is purely a lie to say that he is not tempted.

In Richard's heart, the battle between heaven and man was fierce, and the expression on his face was struggling and changing, vividly explaining how complicated a person's inner world can be.

But in the end, with great perseverance, he forced himself to shake his head and refuse.

"I need a good archer." His voice seemed to be a gambler who took the last of his fortune after losing his red eye. And as soon as the words were spoken, I already regretted it, and I wished to slap myself.

"Master Richard, you may not know it." Melissa took a deep breath. "It's not that the elves love to do things, but that we really don't have the ability to provide military service."

"What?" Richard was suspicious of his ears.

"If you need to send someone to shoot an archery target, then we have no shirk, because the elves have a unique talent for precision." Melissa showed a bit of pride on her face.

"This is true." Lord Lord said.

"But the elves are a very weak race, and for archers, strength means range, speed, and power, which are essential qualities. In fact, this should not be a secret-but since the collapse of the homeland, The veins either live in seclusion, or gradually wither. Generally, humans rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with elves, so the impression will inevitably remain thousands of years ago."

Melissa let out a long sigh and her eyes became complicated.

"Today's elves...have seldom used bows and arrows. If we hadn't been able to feed Pagani bees, we wouldn't even be able to protect ourselves."

After hearing this, Richard fell on the back of his chair, his heart cold.

He had long vaguely felt that those elven handsome men who were indistinguishable from male and female were really handsome, but the physique seemed to be difficult to be an archer. It's just that the traditional impression is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the elves are used to being mysterious, so I have never thought much about it.

Now I am full of joy and hope to come to the elves, but all of them have no power to bind the chickens? This result was completely unacceptable to Lord Lord.

"I have seen elf guards in Annie's caravan before, and they seem to be of generally good quality." He continued to ask unwillingly, and his thoughts became clearer while asking, "And at least in the ancient elf empire, it was famous The elf archer is definitely not a good thing."

The elves are not thin and thin in one day or two days, and in the ancient elven empire era, they are not the five big and three rough men. Then how did this race's first name for shooting come from? .

Richard can at least be sure that it is not a traditional impression, but a lesson learned by the lives of countless races with blood and lives. In the history books, there are even records of elven archer troops who, with ultra-long-range precision shooting, abruptly smashed the human heavy cavalry charge!

It is understandable if a certain spell is lost, because the inheritance of spells is very complicated and often requires a supporting system. For example, the soil fertility technique was almost lost after the collapse of the Physiocrats.

But shooting a bow and arrows is completely different. As long as there is talent, it will not be too difficult for future generations to explore from scratch. How could it be possible that ancient elves were good at shooting, and today's elves can't do such a thing.

Melissa paused in silence for a while, and then suddenly said, "Master Richard, what I want to say next is the biggest secret of our prairie elves. Although there is not much practical significance, I still hope you can help us. keep."

"No problem, wait a minute." Richard stood up, walked to the door, and knocked three times on the warning bell hanging under the eaves with a copper hammer.

The centaur who was chatting nonsense outside heard the bell, and immediately began to whistle and spread around. The domesticated peregrine falcon ate a few shreds of meat and flew into the sky with its wings. The barbarian warrior urgently replaced the vassal's sentry position, and the battle axe was in his hand.

At this time, the hills are in a state of alert, and even a rabbit should not escape the blockade. Those who deliberately approach will immediately be ruthlessly dictated by iron fist.

The residents of Old Gaoshanbao understood this and did not rush to pack their things and go back to each house. But the elves who had just arrived didn't know what was going on, they gathered in a panic, chirping like a flock of larks, but no one paid any attention to them.

"Let's talk." Lord Lord sat back at the table again.

"Remember Naxi daffodils?" Melissa continued after receiving a positive reply: "Honey made with Naxi daffodil pollen does not only have the effect of stimulating queen bees to lay eggs. If Naxi daffodil nectar is fed to worker bees, , They will brew a kind of bee venom. This kind of bee venom is called Moria poison, and it was one of the most important military supplies in the age of the ancient elven empire."

With his chin resting on his hands, Richard listened quietly to the secrets of several elf maids.

"Have you heard of magic tattoos?" Melissa asked suddenly.

Seeing the lord of Alpine Fortress shaking his head, she explained: "That's a unique skill of the elves. Using specific materials to draw tattoos on the body can bring blessings to the recipient. To be honest, Moria poison is A material for magic tattoos."

"Oh, mana tattoos are similar to drawing alchemy circles." Richard knew everything. "Ancient elves could form elite archer troops because they could use moon wells to grow Naxi narcissus on a large scale. After tattooing, even if Weak elves can also become qualified sergeants. And you now have so few Naxi daffodils, barely enough to maintain the bee colony, and occasionally collect two pounds of nectar from the duster, and you can only give a few guard patterns, right?"

"That's it." Melissa nodded slightly, communicating with smart people is effortless.

"Can magic tattoos increase strength?" Lord Lord became curious.

"There are nine magic tattoo patterns in the Age of the Elven Empire, each with different effects. To this day, there are still three in the tribe. They are'White Tiger Guardian','Miyata Archer' and'Thorn Armor'. Restricted. Regarding the material, we can only tattoo the'White Tiger Guardian'. The main effect is indeed strength blessing." Melissa sighed, "If the Alpine Fort is willing to accept the elves, and there are some Monaka poison in the tribe, we will make a pattern for you. A White Tiger Guardian."

"Monaca poison contains a certain elemental toxicity, so the receptor must have a certain element resistance or the body is strong enough. But I think this should not be a problem for you, Richard."

I have to admit that at this moment Richard was a little shocked.

For a small tribe with only a few hundred members, it is an almost impossible task to maintain its own cultural independence. This can be seen in the prairie elves, who are deeply influenced by humans in all aspects, such as the tone of voice, with a clear northern Pompeian accent.

Probably no one would have thought that in this small, trivial, and struggling to survive, the unique skills of the ancestors have been passed on from generation to generation. No matter how declining the family business, it has never been completely lost. When it comes to adhering to tradition, there is indeed no other race that can rival the elves.

Lord Lord held his chin in thought for a while, and suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "How many of you still know this craft?"

"There are three'Palm Needle Pali' in the tribe who have successfully made magic tattoos. I am one of them. There are also some children who have good craftsmanship. But because of the lack of materials, they have never been given even one chance to display them. "Melissa's words show how embarrassing a declining race can be.

"May I have a look." Richard felt that seeing is believing.

"As you wish."

Commands were passed between the guards layer by layer, and quickly flowed to the panicked and helpless elves. Before long, a cold-tempered elf guard was summoned into the Lord's Hall. After taking off the leather armor and clothing on his upper body, the white tiger with dark blue stripes on his back was exposed. This white tiger is vivid and delicate, and the fierce aura that chooses to be eaten almost hits his face. At first glance, it is a masterpiece.

This large tattoo is a test for both the tattooist and the bearer-the tattooist needs solid patience and skills ~ www.readwn.com ~ the bearer needs to endure long-term pain. And there is nothing imprecise when it comes to magic, presumably magic tattoos are no exception, which means that there can be no mistakes in the whole picture.

Richard tried to break his wrists with him, but was surprised to find that the elf was so thin, but his strength was almost the same as that of a centaur that hadn't been advanced. And the other party even saw the undead on his face, feeling as if he was breaking an iron stake, no matter how he shook it, he didn't move.

"'White Tiger Guardian' provides pure power blessing,'Miyazaki Archer' can bring a certain ability to control the airflow,'thorn armor' is to rebound elemental damage when attacked. These are the three magic tattoos that our tribe has mastered. "Melissa's face showed unconcealable regret, "As for the remaining six, I probably won't have any hope of seeing it again in this life."

"If, I mean if." Richard cleared his throat and asked mysteriously: "If you can cultivate Naxi narcissus on a large scale, can you get more magic tattoos?"

"Of course there is no problem, but this kind of hypothesis is too idealistic." Melissa couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, it's too idealistic, so I just ask casually." Lord Lord smiled and nodded and said yes.