The wild boar stretched, and after so long of 'fierce fighting', he finally felt sleepy and found a place to rest. The way he stretched was to twitch his four hooves, after all, his shoulders did not have joints that could move 270 degrees.
As soon as I thought about it, I heard the roar of a giant bear in the distance, and the shadow leopard began to rush through the trees. The Rakshasa who was sleeping against the tree trunk also woke up from his dream and began to look for trunks under the surrounding big trees.
Firewood and dead leaves finally received the master's order after such a long period of boredom. The three beasts prepared the barbecue plan ordered by the master.
Lin Yutian smacked his lips, lay down under the tree and began to rest. He looked at the yellow groove that had grown to less than half, and felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Soon, the violent bear brought in delicious venison, and the two shadow leopards began to peel and cut the meat with their sharp claws, preliminarily processing the neat pieces of venison. The Rakshasa's job was to thread the meat through non-toxic
On the branch, she had done this kind of thing once before, and she was quite familiar with it at this time.
Without Aina, this kind of thing still needs Planci's cooperation. Although the old man can only watch but cannot eat, he can also use this ray of mental power to condense a small flame for ignition.
The violent bear sat aside and waited innocently, wiping his saliva from time to time when the wild boar glared at him, while the shadow leopard also stood quietly, waiting for the venison to be roasted. The master roaster was naturally a man with both hands.
Well, I have to say that walking upright and freeing both hands was definitely the beginning of civilization.
The hundreds of tribes here were created by gods, and they seem to have nothing to do with Darwin's theory of evolution.
Lin Yutian enjoyed the barbecue that was simply cooked without any seasonings, and felt satisfied. The violent bear and shadow leopard also got some and began to feast. Only Rakshasa himself looked at the palm-sized piece of barbecue.
For a moment I didn't know what to say.
"Don't eat meat?" the boar asked with a frown. Aren't all elves vegetarian? There's no reason. Then why do we need so many hunters in a Rakshasa village?
"Master, I don't eat venison."
"Why?" Lin Yutian's words were a bit forceful, and Rakshasa frowned. He lowered his head and took a small bite, then covered his mouth and made a vomiting motion.
The wild boar blinked, what happened?
"Master, please punish me, I can't eat it." Rakshasa suddenly knelt down, as if he felt that his failure to complete the wild boar's order was a great sin.
"If you can't eat, don't eat. Find something to satisfy your hunger." The wild boar regarded this as a matter of personal taste, and when Rakshasa left as if fleeing, Plancy said quietly:
"Deer is the totem and sacred animal of some elven tribes."
Lin Yutian couldn't help but have black lines on his head. Did he just force Rakshasa to trample on her beliefs? However, the effectiveness of the soul contract is indeed extraordinary. "The deer is not very aggressive, and it does not look vicious. How could anyone use this as a totem?"
"
"Do you have to have a ferocious monster to be a totem?" Plancy sneered at Lin Yutian's statement, "You have to know that each race has different living habits and living areas. In addition to the belief in various gods, there are regional
It’s perfectly normal to inherit it.”
Plancy immediately transformed into a teacher. Since he had eaten, he would also let the wild boar eat poorly. "Don't make such an expression. This is a very profound knowledge that will help you understand the nature of the world. Quickly
Listen, in the distant ancient times..."
Hundreds of miles away from where the Plancy Nagging incident occurred, on the other side of Fillinmore, a long queue was trotting forward, so as to protect the queue during the march.
Strong orc warriors can run for long periods of time effortlessly, while those elves who seem to be weak can still run on both wings, but this is also a rare phenomenon.
The melodious sound of the flute floated in the air, like the music played by fairies flying in the forest. Nuo Yan chatted word by word with the old city lord who was following him. Although the old man was well-informed, he was just listening at this time.
He expresses his opinions from time to time, unlike some old magician who likes to show off and educate young people.
"Master Feilin, I don't quite understand the surnames of elves."
"Elves' surnames are usually placed at the end, but mine is a little different," the old elf then said a few more words. "Because a long time ago, Fillinmore was the territory of my lineage, and according to convention, our names are placed at the end."
One word is the name of the place where it is located, so I can only omit the last name at the end."
"Filin John Hans Siblington," Nuo Yan recited the old man's name, "This name sounds quite wise."
"Your Highness praises you," the Lord of Felin City responded with a smile. He was quite comfortable with the praise of a foreign prince. Then he explained: "Siblington is the holy spring of Felinmore. Only in this holy spring
Only after Quan completes the adult ceremony can he add this title to his name."
"I see," Nuo Yan said that he was not very interested in this, and then continued to change the topic. It is always good to learn more about the customs of elves on a boring journey...
There was a slight sound of breaking through the air, and more than a dozen arrows without wings penetrated into the necks of the elves who were left behind in the queue. These arrows were powerful and landed very accurately in the throats of these NPCs, making these few
The elves who interfered with certain formations in the forest died immediately.
More than a dozen figures followed them quietly in the direction of the arrow, and behind them, strong figures moved quickly. If you look carefully, you will see that the jungle behind the mission and the elf guard is exactly the same.
Countless figures formed a long straight line and chased forward. Their eyes were cold, their pointed ears listened to the inaudible sound of the flute, and they held long bows in their hands.
A quarter of an hour later, the jungle has not come to an end yet, and the quiet forest makes people feel a little stuffy.
There is no roar of monsters, no cheerful chirping of birds, or chirping of insects. The fragrance of flowers floating in the surrounding air disappears and appears, and there is no sound of gurgling water.
"Your Highness, I feel like something is wrong around me." Old City Lord Feilin whispered, "It's too quiet around here. I don't know where the animals living here have gone."
"Huh?" Nuo Yan raised his head and scanned the surroundings. However, he was in the center of the team and could not detect anything strange. However, this jungle was indeed too quiet. "Expand the range of the guard post!"
"Expand the range of the guard post!"
The shouts one after another spread to the front and rear of the team in this way. The sound became louder and louder amidst the sound of horse hooves. More than twenty cavalry were searching everywhere.
"Stop the advance and put the entire army on alert!" Nuo Yan shouted this order without warning, "Change the defensive formation!"
"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Old City Master Feilin couldn't help but have some questions, and Nuo Yan pointed to the birds hovering above the forest on one side and whispered:
"Someone."
"Your Highness, why don't we go back and wait for the Royal Court's honor guard to arrive..." Old Feilin sweated. He had already realized what was going to happen. This was not much different from what he expected. But he just
Although one city lord manages one-tenth of the territory of the Bayer Empire, he is still just a pawn in this level of struggle.
We can't let anything happen to the prince of the God of War Alliance, otherwise it will definitely be an all-out war between the Bayer Empire and the God of War Alliance, which will be a disaster for both countries.
Most of the more than a thousand guardsmen were Orc warriors. After Nuo Yan gave the order, they ran quickly and formed a layer-by-layer circular defense formation. The outermost warriors hid their upper bodies behind the iron shield and looked at each other.
He looked warily at the group of elves following him around him.
The elven army that followed seemed a little at a loss, and Old Feilin, who could give orders, was by Nuoyan's side. They could only maintain their formation and stand on both sides, and some of them couldn't figure out what the orcs were doing.
The rapid flute sound suddenly sounded from all directions, miraculously combining into a melody, which was completely natural and perfectly matched.
A whooshing sound broke through the air, and black wind and waves blew up in the surrounding forest. The arrows that had been shooting straight and straight quickly passed through the gaps in the forest and penetrated into the bodies of the elves on both sides.
The miserable howl is the accompaniment of the piccolo.
