In the Temple of Space, the eyes of the Creator Spirit fell to the elves city-state [Mashar].

"The druid's spells created a unique tree man. In this way, the architecture of the mainstream society of the elves may be deeply intertwined with the tree man in the future."

"After all, the tree hole tree man itself has already assumed part of the function of the building."

"There are two thousand years left before the next batch of aliens. This period of time is enough for you to develop civilization."

He looked at the desert. "Because of the limitations of the druid spell principle, by exchanging natural spirits and powerful methods, although they can powerful animal partners, they will transform the natural spirits of plants into natural spirits of wild beasts. In other words, the moving, jumping and wise plants guided by the druid spell can't be considered plants at all."

"Their internal structure has been changed, they are plant animals."

"It is impossible for the druid to make agricultural civilization the mainstream in the future, but the Pan Yang people can do it."

Due to the previous severe storm, the desert ushered in a rare rainstorm.

This is a spectacular wonder.

It was raining and the desert ground was sucking water.

The desert is a giant beast that is hungry and swallows all water sources, but even if so many water sources go down, the desert is still a desert.

What makes this desert is not just water shortage, but also because it is in a climate that is prone to desertification for a long time.

In this heavy rain, the giant scorpions and desert lizards were all crazy, and they burst out of the sand one by one, attracted by the raindrops and ran outside.

However, the happiest ones are the Pan Yangs.

The Panyang people were happily welcomed the gifts from the sky. A storm enriched their water resources and in recent years, their agriculture will surely flourish.

A storm made them and destroyed others.

This is the impermanent change from destiny.

The rain seemed to nourish the land and strengthen the talent of the Pan Yang people.

The plants grown by the Panyang people grow faster and better.

Oasis No. 1, a special black bush has even been planted, which will spray a fruit with edges and edges outwards.

It looks like it's shooting a dart out.

After this fruit with edges and edges is sprayed out, it will stick to the other party's body and spit out a toxin that numbs the nerves.

This kind of plant consumes land resources very much, because spitting out such a large alienated fruit requires a lot of energy, and evolving a jet cavity that can spray this alienated fruit requires a lot of energy, and synthesizing neurotoxins requires a lot of energy.

Originally, the Panyang people were not planning to plant this plant on a large scale, but because of this storm, they changed their minds.

Now, they have enough resources to grow this plant.

With this plant, the next time the desert giant scorpion attacks them, they can better protect themselves and their farmland.

...

On the narrow coastal lowlands, Dillon is negotiating with the Elves' Senate.

He was angry at the Senate and forced the order to withdraw the elf druid. He slapped the table and said, "I said, the attack on your city-state was a small group of orcs, and I have punished them."

"Are you going to risk going to war and make actions that hurt our peace?"

Facing the chief's eyes, the elves looked at each other and were quite shocked.

General Sevelu, who was in charge of the negotiations, was not afraid at all. He looked at Dillon. "What is the truth, aren't you clear enough about it?"

"Dear Chief."

Dillon narrowed his eyes dangerously. "I won't agree to let you go back."

Severu did not give in. "Then you should be better prepared for a full war. You may not be prepared at all, and the Senate, in the name of the Father God and the people, ordered us to make a deal with you."

"For 500 pigs, one month's ration, and a wolf cub, it's a very cost-effective deal, what do you think?"

"You need food, too."

Dillon sneered, laughed loudly, and pounded on the table.

He stood up and looked at Severu with a sense of oppression. Even Severu was a little scared.

Isn’t this guy Dilong really going to turn against him here, right?

There is really this possibility.

They are still in the orc territory. If they turn against each other here, today, they will be...will be in danger.

However, now he is negotiating and he cannot show any hesitation.

Today, this table is their battlefield.

Dillon stared at Severu with danger. "You actually insulted us orcs."

"you……"

"Don't want to use this kind of thing to make us foolish, don't forget, this is the reward for you to send troops to the worms."

"Then, open..."

At the edge of the negotiation table, Marlinni suddenly stood up. She shook her head and showed a pleading look at Dilong. The grass-like hair tips whirled slightly on her shoulders, like the beauty of the green pastoral countryside.

Dillon glanced at her and suddenly fell silent, not saying the last word.

He looked at Severu, his thick fingers hitting the table. "Okay..."

"I can barely accept it."

"But the conditions need to change. Use five hundred orcs to exchange for one of our wolves for six months. Our wolves may be cubs or adults."

"Anyway, it's OK."

If you don’t plan to start a full war, of course, you will have as much profit as you have.

Dillon was not a fool, he was just too angry just now. If it weren't for Marlinni, he might have declared war directly in anger.

Severu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Marlinni gratefully, and then said to Dillon: "Elf raises unripe adult wolf, who knows who the adult wolf listens to, so we only accept your wolf cubs."

“And, I think our price is already quite generous.”

"You are now a lion and you can eat as much food as the orcs want. This is really a bottomless pit. Besides, this price is a price that has been set by the Senate, and it is not convenient for me to change it personally. Dear Chief, I hope you can consider it again."

After Dillon calmed down, he returned to his posture as a chief.

He was not in a hurry.

He sat back on the chair and said, "If you can't make a decision, let the people who can make a decision come and negotiate with me. Could it be that after a long time of negotiation, I was just negotiating with a sound tube."

"The orcs' attitude is here. We cannot accept the current price of food, so we must lower it, otherwise there will be no negotiation."

"General Severu, you can go back and find someone who can make the decision."

The smile on Severu's face stumbled.

This damn guy.

He looked at Dillon, and indeed, the existence of the Wisdom Worm who could work with Lord Belicley to kill was indeed not an ordinary warrior.

His tough attitude before was not just pretending to be a negotiating price code, right?

Father God is here, and he made a military order in this negotiation, saying that he would definitely handle this matter well. Now it seems that this military order is a bit of a trick on me.

The scene was stalemate for a while, and finally, Severu had to squeeze out a smile. "Actually, I can still lower it a little."

Di Long patted the table with a huge voice. "Since you can make the decision, why don't you tell me the number quickly. Since you said that yourself, you also think the price is unreasonable, just say the number."

After one afternoon.

Negotiations end.

The orcs agreed to restrict all orcs and ordered them not to attack any city-state under the elves.

The elves exchanged a strong wolf cub for every five hundred pigs for half a year to open up food trade to the orcs.
Chapter completed!