Ride and Cut

"Are you really Richard?" Buckland's first reaction turned out to be suspicion.

If Lord Lord said that he had found Moon Well in the corner of the horn and was going to lead the team to fight back to get it back, Lao Baihu still felt that it was more in line with his usual style. But can he do this kind of delicate speculation and reasoning?

Buckland stretched out his hand and clasped the corner of Richard's jaw a few times, trying to see if he could take off the human skin mask or something.

"Fuck off!" Richard slapped away, and said aggressively: "How can you guess the wisdom of this lord?"

"The sun is really coming out from the west." Buckland sighed with emotion.

"So you understand why I asked the elves to practice tattooing." Richard looked at Annie, and the unspeakable shock in the other's eyes made him feel dark.

"However, this is just your guess." Annie retorted subconsciously.

After a long night, facing the coming dawn, the first reaction is often not expectation but fear. Fear of the light is also a illusion, an illusion.

It's not that she didn't want to believe Richard, but that any elves could not believe it.

"Would I have tried it a long time ago, can I be so full of words? Come with me." Richard stood up and walked out of the hall, leading Buckland and Annie to the crypt dozens of steps away.

Buckland remembers that this crypt used to be a fuel warehouse, full of hay and wood collected by the people. But now the situation must have changed, because there were two Goatman sentinels at the door, and the cold weather was carrying a wooden stick and stomping his feet.

Fuel is neither scarce nor valuable in Alpine Fort, and there is no need to arrange guard posts at all. If an outpost is arranged, it will definitely not be fuel.

As the logistics supervisor, the change in the use of the building should be reported to him, but Buckland has not received any news before.

Richard opened the thick cotton curtain and took the lead and walked in. Buckland discovered that there were two barbarian warriors napping against the wall. When I heard the movement, my first reaction was to touch the axe. When I saw that the person came was my boss, I dropped the guy and started flattering with a smile on his face.

The crypt was a little too warm, and Lao Baihu took off his tortoiseshell glasses and wiped the mist on the lenses. He was dim-eyed, and he was blurred when he took off his glasses, and he couldn't see anything. But the ears were good enough to hear an exclamation from Annie.

"Oh my God!"

In the crypt is a large waist-high tank full of water, with sawdust stuffed in the gap for heat preservation, leaving only a narrow aisle in the middle. In each jar, there is a nascent narcissus slightly out of the water, and the young leaves have not faded away from the yellow, and it is full of vitality.

"Naxi Narcissus!" The half-elf girl covered her mouth, as if she had looked directly into the eyes of the Medusa Snake Demon, her whole person had been completely petrified.

"How? Are they all alive?" Richard asked triumphantly, "I will have 30 side shoots in total, and 27 of them will survive. Melissa didn't want to give it to me. Let them grow their own, and it is a miracle to live one."

"Aren't you still dead three?" Buckland vividly explained what Kung Jing is with his behavior.

"Huh, I'm curious about everything. I ate three side buds. It's a blessing not to be poisoned." Lord Lord rolled his eyes.

"If the trolls would be poisoned by eating indiscriminately, then they should have become extinct." Buckland said quietly.

Annie took a deep breath, there were 10,000 doubts in her stomach to ask, but she was dumbfounded and almost speechless.

Luna is on! That's Naxi narcissus!

Since the ancient elven empire disappeared and the moon well was lost, the ultra-low survival rate of the Naxi Narcissus was like a nightmare, entwining the hearts of the elves. Without Naxi Narcissus, there would be no Moria poison, without Moria poison, no elven warriors could be cultivated, and the tribe of elven warriors would naturally decline, making it impossible to solve the problem of Naxi narcissus.

An unsolvable cycle, which keeps turning for a while, never sees hope. All the elves are entangled in this cycle, falling into the depths of the quagmire bit by bit. At the beginning of the collapse of the old country, they were still a strong one; hundreds of years ago, they began to rely on marriage to survive; later, they had to accept the fate of losing their independence and becoming a vassal.

How much effort did the elves do for this? It is almost impossible to count, but powerlessness is powerlessness, and all attempts have proved to be in vain in the end.

I am afraid that no one would have thought that when all the elves had lost hope, the problem would suddenly turn around in a way that no one could have imagined.

Annie could hardly believe that all of this was true, but the facts lay before her eyes, and she had to believe it.

"Richard, can I tell grandma?" The half-elf's voice was trembling, and his eyes were full of prayers.

"Of course." Richard nodded broadly.

He tried his best to cultivate Naxi narcissus for the purpose of magic tattoos. The participation of the elves is indispensable in this process. Since sooner or later you can't hide it, it's better to be generous.

Before she finished her words, Annie had ran out of the crypt like a nimble deer, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"In the future, we will also have elf archers." Lord Lord shrugged and said cheerfully.

"Richard, let me say that starting today, Moria's poison must be strictly controlled, and no one per cent is allowed to be abused. Moreover, the magic tattoo can be given to anyone, but it cannot be tattooed on the elves!" Buckland gave a vicious fist. , Although the action almost flashed his waist, his tone seemed to be torn apart.

"Why?" Richard raised his brows in surprise, thinking that the old man must be confused, "Don't be a fairy, where can I find such a powerful archer."

"Of course I know the elf archers are great." Bucklan sighed and confided his true inner thoughts: "But the elves are forced to take refuge in our alpine castle, unlike the centaur and the barbarian. The elves are the same. I like to hug them, and let them harden their wings, it's really hard to manage!"

"Elder, you are too worried." Richard didn't expect that Buckland, who is usually so kind, would be so old-fashioned in his mind.

"I understand that as long as the hum is still there, the lack of elves will not part ways with the mountain fort anyway. But have you ever thought about it, it's not a concept to stay low and stand on the other side of the mountain." The old white tiger stared at the lord of the mountain fort. Persuaded painfully: "We have to put them in the position of vassal from the beginning, otherwise we will be able to protect our face and discord in the future! I know you are not very persuasive, but this time you want to be too simple! "

Richard patted Buckland's broad back, UU reading www.uukanshu.com felt like a warm current spreading across his chest, and couldn't help smiling.

As a well-informed naturalist, Buckland must know that this is not good for him. On the contrary, once the wind is exposed, it will attract hostility from the elves.

But he still said that this kind of pure trust without interest is what makes people a beautiful character.

"Elder, you are really worried." Richard was thinking about another question.

Which is more powerful, the powerful drive brought by the system, or the cultural tradition of the original race?

A soldier who has tried the powerful advancement brought by the system will naturally strive for this goal. It will inevitably be recognized by the group over time. This is the common nature of all intelligent life. Whether humans, orcs, or elves, there is no difference.

Richard felt that in the face of nature, the so-called tradition might not be more powerful than a piece of straw paper. Once the elves are absorbed into the Ripper team, being completely assimilated is simply the only ending.