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Chapter 230 The Footsteps of War(1/2)

The golden fallen leaves flew by with the cool autumn wind, and the green city of Selected is also dyed with a layer of orange.

Players are busy traveling through the city, carrying various goods and building materials, or fully armed, frequently moving in the wild and in dungeons.

It has been four days since the new version of "Elf Kingdom" was launched.

And more than half a month has passed in Segs World.

The arrival of the summer event and the news of the orc army brought the entire Elf Forest a sense of urgency and urgency...

The colder autumn wind also made the forest much more bleak.

The only thing that has not changed is the world tree as high as a thousand meters... it is still full of vitality, full of greenness, exuding the breath of sacred nature, which makes the nearby areas full of vitality and warm as spring.

The Nightingale walked on the streets of the Selected City with her lunch boxes.

"Ah Yeh!"

A cool breeze blew, making her sneeze coldly.

She sucked her red nose and tightened her thin clothes on her body slightly.

Suddenly, a thick fur coat flew over and covered her head directly, wrapping her petite body...

Nightingale subconsciously wrapped herself up, and at the same time she looked back, she saw that it was the lunch box and his battle squad.

"It's cold, just wear more clothes. This is the recent breakfast gift."

The lunch box said looking at the fur coat.

Nightingale was slightly stunned, touched the soft and fine fluff on her clothes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised...

However, she quickly reacted and coughed twice and asked:

“Where did it come from?”

"Mercenary's goods."

Before the lunch box answered, the player Hulu was laughing and interrupting.

Nightingale raised her eyebrows, glared at him, and looked at the lunch box from head to toe...

This chosen man, who is passionate about fighting, is now with his friends, carrying a big package and fully armed.

Nightingale noticed that the equipment on the boxed lunch seemed to have been changed again, and the armor on her upper body and the shoes on her feet seemed to be much more refined.

And... the aura on his body seemed to be vaguely stronger.

"Are you going to the Underworld to fight the Shadow Monster again?"

The nightingale asked curiously.

The lunch box nodded slightly.

Then, he waved to his team members and continued to walk outside the city.

"What a fighting maniac..."

Looking at the back of the lunch box leaving, Nightingale shook her head.

She tightened her coat slightly again, feeling much warmer...

...

Fei Lengcui, the Temple of Nature.

The players of the Mengmeng Committee were carrying a huge, slightly simple hexahedral-shaped device, moving carefully...

"Lighter! Slower! This is the closest defense device to success that has been made after finally. Be careful not to break it!"

On the side, the old elf forge Carlos Lieyan held a design drawing, stared at his eyes and blew his beard and directed.

"Grandpa Carlos, the tool for drawing inscriptions is here!"

Just as the old elf was directing the players to place the device, a crisp sound came over.

Hearing this familiar voice, the old elf's stern eyes eased a lot.

He turned around and saw a female player holding a big bag walking into the temple. She was his most proud disciple Meng Zhihan.

Carlos smiled gently:

"Yeah... Not bad. In a while, you will help others do the final inscription engraving work, connecting the defense device and the statue of the Mother Goddess, just like I taught you before. Inscription engraving... This is the most critical link in the creation of magic tools."

The female player nicknamed Meng Zhihan looked happy, but soon hesitated:

"But... I'm not very skilled yet."

"Don't worry, I'll guide you."

Carlos gave her an encouraging look, and then patted her shoulder in the envious look of other players and said gently:

"Your basic knowledge is already very solid. Once you have thoroughly mastered the inscription carving, you can forge the most basic magical equipment."

"Maybe the big ones are not good, but it can be done to make some small pendants, or some apprentice-level or even simple black iron lower-level magic equipment. In your words, it is at least blue rare equipment."

Meng Zhihan's eyes lit up after hearing this.

She smiled sweetly, put down her tool, and bowed to the old elf:

"Thank you for your teaching, Mr. Carlos!"

Carlos' expression softened even more, and he shook his head:

"Good boy, this is the result of your own efforts... Among so many chosen people, you are the most serious and diligent... I think you will be able to inherit my inheritance and grow into a true elf forging master!"

...

Black Dragon Castle, under the hillside.

"Myriel! You guy! Be gentler! These city walls cannot withstand your torture before they are reinforced!"

Xiao Xianmiao bulged his cheeks and looked at the little black dragon holding a large bundle of building materials in his mouth, and said disgustedly.

As soon as Myriel's face collapsed, it lowered the stone in its mouth and muttered in a muffled voice:

"It's really... I want Meiriel to say, what kind of city walls are you doing? Just such mud-like things can be solved with just one mouthful of dragon breath!"

"That's not yet on the defense core! Do you know the defense core? The kind in Black Rock City! It can withstand the army of tens of thousands of shadow monsters!"

Xiao Xianmiao shook her head, crossed her hands in front of her chest, and said seriously:

"When you get to the core of defense and the power of the goddess, you may not be able to break through for a while, and this is not a big guy like you, but a half-dozen orc."

"Tsk! Myriel can easily kill those stupid and weak guys from the orcs!"

The little black dragon raised the dragon head proudly.

"Yeah"

Xiao Xian Meow glanced at it:

"I heard from Sister Alice that there may be legendary enemies this time."

Myriel's expression stagnated.

After saying that, Xiao Xianmiao leaped lightly, jumped onto Meiriel's draught under the effect of [Light Body Technique], and then knocked Meiriel's skeleton armor with a staff:

"If you don't want your castle to turn into ruins under the siege of the orcs, just work hard! When you defeat the orcs, I will treat you to ten carts of honey barbecue!"

When Meiriel heard this, his eyes lit up.

However, it swallowed and shook its head quickly:

"No! Twenty cars!"

"Twenty cars are twenty cars!"

Xiao Xianmiao straightened her chest, very generous.

Myriel hesitated for a moment and drooled:

"Or... it's still thirty cars? Hehehe, twenty cars may not be enough..."

"roll!"

...

Elf Forest, farm outside the city.

"It's all right now!"

Oak guard Barsaka touched his big bald head and looked at the translucent arch-shaped buildings in front of him.

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Lord Barsaka."

Gugubi looked at the greenhouse in the other world in front of him and nodded slightly.

"This thing... can really make plants grow in winter like spring without magic?"

Looking at the strange building in front of him, Barcelona was amazed.

"sure."

The Gugubi nodded slightly and explained:
To be continued...
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