After extracting the necessary information from the words of this elf elder, when Cyril looked at Elandal again, the face of the elf with a cold and ascetic appearance inexplicably grew under the warm golden light...

wool!

Although he knew in his heart that this time the task was more difficult than he thought. From the player's perspective, this would be a large dungeon with extremely difficult difficulties, with a limit on entering the dungeon and a certain debuff for special creatures. For players, only the top large guilds are often qualified to open up such dungeons.

Even the top guilds have to be part of the two best teams, equipped with countless auxiliary personnel, and it will probably take more than half a month to collect and organize information.

Not to mention that in the early stages of the game, players themselves lack resources - of course, it is not the player's turn to enjoy this dungeon in the game. Players in this period have just entered the Derek Province and fought against the gnolls.

Cyrill now has two or three big cats under his command, and the most powerful thug cannot be considered his own person. But even so, he still regards the reward of passing the dungeon as his own pocket.

This is not that he is too arrogant, but that he only has the choice of success - taking down the Elekin Jungle is the prerequisite for integrating the three northeastern cities of Amasir.

He is definitely not a leisurely pioneer now, but is racing against time and trying to solve the so-called "coking incident" before that baron!

Cyril took a deep breath, which was a feeling of running by invisible pressure. He was like a fox running on the ground while the September eagle flew, fighting with the eagle to hunt down the only rabbit.

But it was this sense of oppression that made him find the urgency of dancing in the shadows and licking blood at the tip of the knife.

Yilandal suddenly felt that the half-elf boy in front of him had changed. If he was just not humble or arrogant just now, then the boy is full of a strong sense, especially when he dared to emphasize his "incompetence" again-

Although Elandal did not think this was a manifestation of his lack of ability. Without his full blockade, the entire Ellekin jungle would have fallen long ago. However, it was the fact that the coking incident could not be resolved. Because of this humiliation, even the bald druid could step on his head!

Don't think that elves have a good temper -

Under the round table, Irandal pinched his hand quietly, resisting the urge to hang the half-elven boy up, and tried hard to restore peace on his face:

"Adrien, I don't care what you think, solving the coking incident is imminent."

"Yes, of course, it's really a big deal for you, and I agree with this very much."

Irandal watched as the half-elf boy's body softened again. He sat on the bed, leaning lazily against the head of the bed, looking like he had compromised.

This made Elandal think that the half-elf-young boy who was lucky enough to resonate with the Tree of Life was still conscious of the current affairs. He put the smile that could make the unicorn come up to kiss him on his face again. But he was about to speak, and he took the opportunity to promote this short alliance, but the half-elf-young boy spoke before him:

"But, what does this have to do with me?"

Irandal's smile disappeared suddenly. He looked at the boy lying on the bed with a charming posture, like a cunning fox, waiting for the little rabbit to come and feed grapes to his mouth-

This expression made Elandal's anger suddenly increase. The fists under the table could no longer be controlled. He closed it suddenly, but with a "puff" sound, the table was penetrated by vines.

Alina, who was still sleeping on the table, jumped up suddenly, but was just pressed by Miss Misha on the side, and carried it to the chair on the other side, and made a "shhh" gesture towards Alina.

He was anxious.

Cyril looked at Elandal's loss of composure at leisure, thinking in his heart, and couldn't help laughing - Elandal Elandal, you pretended to be a night and half a morning, and finally showed your strength.

How could an elder who worked hard for the development of the clan all day long, the "Heart of Trees" that had lived for three hundred years?

He said he was not old-fashioned and more advanced? A joke, it was really not old-fashioned. He had already called out the guards of Yevwind to come in to help the boxing.

The pride of these elves is engraved in their bones, and perhaps they do have this qualification - in terms of bloodline purity, elves are the direct creation of Nora, while humans are descendants of the creation of Danya, the god of origin.

If you really need to talk to the elves from the perspective of bloodline, it will be necessary for the ancestors of mankind, and the "people of God" to be qualified. However, the people of God have long disappeared from the rotation of civilization, and there are only a few direct bloodlines of gods who have been left in the ancient times to this day.

The topic seems to be too far-fetched. In short, all the disguise of this elf elder in front of him was to cover up the anxiety that could not be solved by the scorching incident. He wanted to use the so-called "polite and polite" attitude to make Cyril willingly be a thug for him, but he still couldn't bear it until the end.

Cyril held back his smile and said slowly:

"I am just a passerby. Look at my companion, Miss Misha, the pure Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethvan Ethandal, you pushed me to the Druid without my consent and asked me to be your shield, such behavior..."

He sat up again, his upper body suddenly came to the table, and he pressed against the vine that had emerged from the table, staring at Elandal's eyes with green eyes:

"Isn't it a bit too much?"

He seemed to be able to hear the sound of anger burning in Elandal's chest, and bursts of grinding teeth came uncontrollably, but Cyril had the amulet of "Tree of Resonance with Life", which made Elandal unable to explode at all.

And our half-elf boy suddenly slapped the table, stood up, with his hands on his back, walked slowly around Elandal and the table:

"Of course, I have some elves in my body, and I should help me in the face of difficulties of my fellow tribes. But as you can see, my personal strength is obviously lacking in the face of such a difficult event, not to mention the suppression of the elves by the coking area - do you know if it has a bad effect on the half-elves?"

His speaking speed was not too fast, and Irandal could hear every word clearly. This made Irandal so angry that his teeth were itchy, but he inexplicably thought along Cyril's words - it seemed that it was indeed the case?

"Why let me guess, Elder Irandal, the coking area is no longer so stable, but you cannot compromise with those humans, you can only place your hope on me. After all, I can resonate with the Tree of Life. I think there should be something special - is that true?"

Every word of Cyril jumped into Irandal's mind. The half-elf elder nodded subconsciously while pondering. When he realized that he realized that the half-elf that annoyed him was actually looking at him with a smile, as if everything was as he planned.

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. This guess was completely confused. Unexpectedly, he was shocked. But no matter whether he was a blind cat and encountered a dead mouse, as long as Irandal nodded, the initiative would completely fall into his hands.

So Cyril took another step, and the sound of his shoes collided with the wooden floor, and the tone was very long.

"Oh, but I'll try my best to do something like this. It's okay if I succeed, but if I fail... tsk tsk." He paused deliberately, and his steps were still slapped hard as the moment the words stopped, like a gavel.

Then he said slowly: "Maybe Elder Irandal should still count on those humans?"

After saying this long line of words, Cyril finally sat down again, but instead of sitting back to the bed, he sat directly opposite Elandal. From this angle, he could clearly see every expression of Elandal.

He observed Elandal, watching the light golden eyebrows as light as willow leaves frowned from slightly to frowned, and finally gave up and stretched out, and Elandal finally said in a long voice:

"Okay, I admit that you are right. How can you be willing to take action if you half-elves?"

Cyril cheered in his heart, but there was no joy on his face, but he just stretched out five fingers:

"In three years, I hope Elder Irandal can agree to my five requests."

"Five?" Yilandar raised his eyebrows that had just been stretched out. Obviously, he didn't expect that this half-elf would be so arrogant. He shouted in a low voice: "At most two, five, it's impossible!"

"Don't rush to refuse. I promise that these five conditions will bring great benefits to the noble clan..."

The negotiation has been reached, and the next step is to see how much wool can be pulled. Cyril was about to try his best to pull out all his strength. No, it was when the Congye clan pulled off a large handful of wool, but he saw that Irandal suddenly stood up.

He thought Elandal could not bear it and planned to start a sudden attack. He subconsciously grabbed the sword on the table, but then he found that Elandal did not look at him, but looked to the northeast-

Northeast?

Cyril planned to stand up and go to the balcony to take a look, but as soon as he stood up, he felt the floor under his feet swaying, almost unstable and fell to the ground.

Is it that the tree of life under your feet has changed, or...

Cyril quickly stabilized his body, grabbed the balcony, and looked northeast. It was originally a lush place, but at this moment, there was only a large piece of black smoke rising into the sky, covering half of the sky.

"The coking area cannot be stabilized? What's inside is about to rush out?"

Cyril said in his heart that he wanted to return to the room, but a horse neighed suddenly, and then he saw a horse vibrating with its wings flying towards the canopy of the Tree of Life.

The horse swooped down without any intention of slowing down. Cyril hurriedly flashed back into the house, but saw the Pegasus hitting the railing and lifting the elf sitting on the horse's back to the balcony. However, he neighed and fell down, smashing a deep pit in the thick leaves.

Cyril had no time to care about the rare Pegasus. He stepped forward to help the elf lying on the ground, but saw half of the elf's snow-white back exposed, and a scratch similar to a bird on his shoulder. His long brown hair was torn off for a piece, and it was messy.

He turned the elf over and found that it was no one else, but Memphira, the captain of the Morning Tour team whom he had just met yesterday.

"Miss Misha, heal!"

Cyril shouted, but before he finished speaking, a soft and pure natural magic had fallen on Memphira. He turned around and saw the gloomy face standing behind him, signaling him to let go of his hand.

Meng Feila had already woken up under the healing of this magic. She coughed twice in a row, half kneeled on the ground, bowed to Elandal and said: "Elder, the coking area has undergone a mutated change, and many creatures, many, many, have rushed out!"

Her panicked look could not tell the cool captain of the forest team yesterday, but it was this attitude that made people who looked at her realize how serious the situation was.

"What are many creatures?" Cyril was stunned for a moment and asked immediately, but Memphira was obviously in great panic again, shook her head blankly in her eyes, and whispered: "Ivo, Soglin... They are still in the forest, I have to go back, I have to go back..."

She murmured while struggling to get up, but before she could stand up, her body softened, fell down again, and lost consciousness - what made her faint this time was a vine erected behind her.

Cyril turned around in surprise and looked at Irandal, but saw that the elf elder's face was no longer gloomy, only extremely serious.

"Half-elves." He suddenly spoke, which caught Cyril off guard. Before he could respond, he heard Elandal's calm voice sound:

"I agree to your conditions."

After speaking, he jumped straight down from the balcony, stepped on the thick leaves of the Tree of Life, walked all the way to the trunk, and then reached out to the ancient and hard bark.

Then, he whispered:

"Tell me the order—"

"Ring the horn."

When this low shout sounded, the entire tree of life seemed to tremble slightly. Cyril was surprised to find that even though he did not use the wind listening technique, he could hear this sentence clearly by him.

And he was not the only one who heard this sentence clearly—the elves on the main trunk, the elves living on the outer trees, and the centaurs further away all heard this whisper.

The leaves rustled, Cyril closed his eyes and listened carefully, and the wind brought the pictures from the distance back to his mind—

He heard the sound of the centaur's hooves, and something was pushed out of the basement in the chaotic command of the elves.

Immediately afterwards, a loud and long sound rang out from under the tree of life, and was infinitely amplified by the tremors of the leaves.

Cyril's pupils suddenly dilated, and he recognized the trumpet, which was the trumpet of the trumpet. Four hundred years ago, in the sound of the trumpet, the thousands of arrows shot by the trumpet into the sea, and the La Rochelle were able to break through the encirclement under the cover of the trumpet.

And in the time and space four hundred years later, even if the former covenant was ineffective, when the Aosaint Emma people tried to cross the jungle, the sound of the roar sounded like that of the past, and thousands of rains of arrows were like that of the past.

At this moment, the wind blew up this high and long sound, and it echoed over the entire Ellekin jungle.

Next to the clear spring, the beautiful creatures with one horns stood up lazily and sniffed.

In the dense forest, a "click" sound suddenly came from under the silent trees and began to slowly rise.

From all directions of the jungle, dense footsteps sounded, and the running beasts gathered towards the Tree of Life, rolling up large areas of smoke and dust. The druid sat on the back of the giant bear and drove away the surrounding forest partners loudly.

This is the sound of the battle, this is the call of nature, and this is the assembly call for all living beings who believe in Nora!

At this moment—

The horn sounds forever!
Chapter completed!