PS: There was a small problem when 47 and 48 were sent to the manuscript. 47 did not send it, 48 was repeated... It has been corrected now.

In the first open era of plane war, few people and elves would carry out commercial activities in order to survive. Only prairie elves continued to promote free business. In the next three hundred years, prairie elves merchants were the most popular merchants in the entire continent, because prairie elves merchants believed in the mother god Sena Phyllis who owned the free business field, and they promoted fair transactions.

However, the long-term commercial monopoly has gradually become tense between the relationship between the grassland elves and the nobles of various countries. In the eyes of players, this is just a by-product of normal free trade. However, for the nobles, the grassland elves' monopoly on free business is to pay money from their pockets.

As a result, the relationship between the grassland elves and various human kingdoms began to become precarious. Finally, after an operation to redeem children turned into a large-scale conflict, the grassland elves established a royal city in the stream basin in the north of the Dragon Claw Fortress issued an order that all grassland elves in the Green Fortress, Canary, Ashby and Sha'an Kingdom must evacuate to the Mogus Empire or the grassland elves in the Dragon Claw Mountains.

This is the great escape of grassland elves. According to players' analysis, human aristocrats actually do not want grassland elves to take away their property, but the aristocrats cannot challenge the good gods headed by the anonymous - the good gods headed by the anonymous cannot tolerate their pious race of grassland elves being treated unfairly, and the orderly gods believed in by the nobles will not let their believers' behavior drag each other into the abyss of chaos.

To be honest, Marceau didn't know the beliefs of the nobles at the beginning of his previous life. These fat people were obviously so greedy, ignorant and shameful. The cat felt that sometimes the nobles were even more chaotic and evil than the demons in the bottomless abyss.

But they all believe in the God of Order, and some guys are even devout believers. Later, the cat gradually discovered that the reason why these nobles believed in the Order was entirely because... order could bring them more benefits.

Order brings rules, rules bring peace, peace brings business opportunities, and business opportunities bring benefits. This was recognized by players when it was first opened... But in the same way, just as kindness and evil will never come together, the interests between order and order are often not tied to the same hook, because the interests of the nobles are often to obtain more land and possess more taxes, which is contrary to the interests of the royal family.

The behavior of Ashubi's nobles betrayed the Faisal royal family in the war also made the players completely give up on the aristocratic class. Moreover, the behavior of these evil guys ultimately killed many innocent and upright nobles - Anta Lawrence, at the request of the nobles led by Grand Duke Cedar, agreed to marry the last prince of the Faisal royal family, Alan Faisal.

Alan Faisal has the blood of the grassland elf. Her mother is from a royal family member of the Moggs Empire. This is a good thing. Players respect the king of the Faisal royal family who died on the battlefield like their adult children. When the wedding of Anta Lawrence and Alan Faisal was held, most members of Anta Lawrence's legion also chose to go to the church to watch the ceremony. Everyone was blessing the new couple... But the next situation made the players' anger completely out of control.

Anta Lawrence and Alan Faisal were killed by assassins sent by the Grand Duke on their wedding night. A team of player guards responsible for protecting Anta Lawrence ran to the forum after they died in battle, and the players' anger reached the peak. All the nobles in the entire Ashby and Paroonst area became the targets of players' revenge. Whether it was a devout Paladin or a trustless mage, on that night, the players who vowed to revenge were shouting the surname of the God of Revenge, besieging Ashby City and breaking into the city without remembering casualties... All the nobles in the entire Ashby area, whether the elderly, children or women, and all members of the noble family were hung on street lights by the players.

The great duke was hung on the Triumph Bell Tower in front of the palace with all members of his family by angry players. The players did not even strangle them to death, but just let them hang, ignore their curse, cry and beg for mercy... because the god of death will come uninvited.

Even the young only son of Lord Paroonst died under the swords of the players... and his father died with King Faisal in the battle that determined the fate of the Faisal royal family.

These news are all the situations that Marceau learned from the forum. There may be some errors, but the general direction will never be wrong. It is an era where people feel desperate just thinking about it. Damn Cambrian, they must have secretly manipulated the direction of history. If it weren't for being bombed back five years ago, Marceau would have been sure that the fall of Ashby and Paroonst areas was almost a foregone conclusion, because after losing Anta Lawrence, her legion was divided. In the next half year, Marceau and his men suffered several defeats on the Sorrow Plain. Once in the Legion of New Eden, Marceau even met two player groups who fought under Anta Lawrence.

Those players were driven by the anger in their hearts, transforming from the role of the "protector" to the role of the "changer". They vowed to kill all the nobles, they no longer believed in justice, and in their eyes, any nobles were guilty. This rotten world... must be purified with blood and fire.

"Masso! Masso! We are calling you, where have you gone?"

The loud voice in the carriage woke the cat sitting on the roof of the car from the memories. The cat quickly fixed its tail to one guardrail on one side, and then leaned down from the other side: "Uh, sorry, I was just looking at the webpage and wanted to find some new strategies. Is there anything wrong?"

"My sister and I want to ask you what to eat tonight." Mingen reached out and twisted the cat's ear gently.

Of course, the evening here does not refer to game time. When asked, Marceau smiled shyly, "I want to eat fried dumplings." The cat replied with a longing look on his face.

"Very good, I'll order fresh shrimp dumplings. Anyway, there's still a while to go." Mingmei leaned her head on the back of the chair, and it was obvious that she was offline.

"Oh, kitten, are you living with Mingen and the others?" Caitlin was born on Mars and grew up on Mars. As a real Martian man in the Earth Federation, his understanding of the Lin girl was not only about knowing that her parents and their father were classmates, but there were only many young people in the guild who were chasing the twins with a shame. Now it seems that they are violent gossip. As a gossip lover and gossip, Caitlin certainly wants to know some inside information.

The cat blushed a little, not because of her acting skills, but Mingen nodded with a serious look: "Well, it's right to say that."

Caitlyn: "Can I sell this news to the tabloid?"

Mingen: "Aunt Caitlin, if you say that, I think my father will be happy to have a good exchange with his two college classmates on how to teach his daughter a lesson."

"...Oh, my sister, you'd better spare me." Caitlin slapped his forehead with a palm.

"If it's okay, I'll go up first." Marceau said.

After obtaining Mingen's consent, the cat cub retracted half of the body that was poking out to the roof of the car. Of course, before that, the cat cub did not forget to say hello to Anta. After returning to Paroonst, their group found the Grassland Elf Chamber of Commerce. After learning about Anta, the president of the chamber of commerce immediately transferred a carriage and decided to take Anta back to the village overnight.

For safety, the lady decided to let a grassland elf scout in the chamber of commerce go with her as a coachman. The grassland elf scout is a grassland elf exclusive advancement for the ranger. They are friends of the night and the wilderness, strengthening the mixed profession of natural magic. No creature or dead objects can easily approach him secretly from under his nose. At the same time, most of his magic skills are field control-such as the thorn wall. This magic technique that only requires a seed can create a thorn wall. Anyone who wants to drill directly through the wall will be tested very severely.

Marceau secretly saw the scout's level... Eighty, this is the level of an elite scout. Scouts at this level often have at least three animal partners. Scouts like falcons, snakes and star feathers very much. Falcons can provide extra field of view for scouts, while snakes have infrared vision, which can help the owner find those who are hiding in ambush. Elemental creatures such as Star Feathers can detect enemy targets of the undead and evil camp, and at the same time provide the scout with additional MP maximum or spell positions.

With him present, Marceau felt that even if someone wanted to rush to the Dragon King Temple, they would face an ending that was absolutely unbearable for them - the grassland elves were not exclusive, but they hated all murderers who dared to attack their compatriots rudely, and they didn't mind giving the murderer a memory that would never be forgotten or a perfect ending.

In his memory, in the early stage, there was a group of players who bullied the grassland elves more than once, and they were grouped together by legendary strong men and divine servants among the grassland elves.

Of course, these are all a few. Most players like grassland elves very much. In addition to being cute and cute, they still like them more often to give some simple but good rewards. At the same time, grassland elves have never deceived any group or individual in the contract. They are the most popular among all races in the entire game world.

"Everyone, Annalil is here, welcome to the village of the prairie elves." said the scout and carriageman sitting in front.

Marseau, who has been strengthening memory and sorting what he remembers into his personal light-brain privacy directory, raised his head when he heard this and happened to notice that the carriage had left the forest road. In addition to the road leading to the bottom of the hill, there was also a forest village by the sea - this is a very standard grassland elves forest village.

A huge owl flew over the roof of the car. With Masce's eyes, of course, seeing the rider on the owl's back was dangerous. No one knew whether it was a friend or an enemy who appeared on the edge of the village during this period. For the grassland elves, the slave hunting team was the most dangerous enemy.

"Ah, it's the sign of the chamber of commerce. Which compatriot is below?" The rider controlled the owl and caught up with the carriage after a circle. He used the common language, but from the sound, he was a grassland elf.

"Joe, Joe of the Silver Oak Ye family, I served in the caravan of Ashubi. Good evening, my compatriot, a team of brave and fearless foreigners, found a child. She said that her surname was Lawrence, and she was the child of your village." The scout shouted loudly in the prairie elves.

"Lawrence...Anta Lawrence, oh, little guy, have you heard your Uncle Murray's voice?" The prairie elf rider who used his native language to control his mount and approached the carriage.

Marceau also heard Anta Lawrence's crying: "It's me, Uncle Murray!" The little guy must have cried... Yes, this experience in his childhood must have scared this little guy.
Chapter completed!