Heading north from this small harpy settlement, the entire grassland was quiet, and no living creatures could be seen. Even the most common prairie dog on the grassland had disappeared.
The tauren deputy envoy Druid sighed: "It seems that the harpies have reached the end of their rope!" He was very worried. If the harpies are really willing to negotiate, then I am afraid they will open their mouths and attack the tauren.
People demanded huge amounts of food as a condition for an armistice.
Prell was also sighing. He had seen the soil of this grassland. Although "barren land" carries the word "barren", it does not mean that this land cannot grow any crops, such as wheat. He felt
If the druids were willing to put some effort into cultivating wheat seeds suitable for the soil, they might not be able to cultivate them.
He remembered that in the game, whether it was the Alliance or the Horde, there were all quests for morning wheat. The druids used the soil of Un'Goro Crater to cultivate morning wheat, only thinking that morning wheat might be used for alchemy or other purposes. Obviously, Germany
Rui is still capable of researching plants, including crops.
Even though the Barrens has a clear distinction between rainy and dry seasons, building water storage ponds and adjusting water consumption in different seasons may not be impossible in the high-demon plane of Azeroth.
Prell once thought that the night elves established a great empire 10,000 years ago and fought against the Burning Legion. However, 10,000 years later, the technological level of the night elves does not seem to have made much progress.
He once despised the night elves for this, but now he thinks about it carefully. In the high demonic plane, extraordinary power can be obtained through systematic learning and training. Magic and various spell energies have led to the complete productivity and production relations of the entire world.
Not consistent.
Mastering extraordinary power means entering the aristocratic class in any race, which is already considered a proper ruling class. They only need to control extraordinary power to obtain powerful and transcendent treatment that no one can resist.
The backwardness of production relations is inevitable.
Prell was thinking wildly and walked for another five days. They finally saw a rolling low mountain range in the distance. The closer they got to the mountains, the more low grassland trees there were, and then they saw the eagle again.
The body man builds a nest in the forest.
The valley mouth of Wushuiling is a wide gap. The types of trees growing in it are completely different from those commonly seen in grasslands. The tree trunks are tall and straight, lush and green. The sunlight shines through the tree crowns, making the grassland in the forest golden.
Many harpies leaned out of their half-open nests and looked at this small team with huge differences in body shape. The girls among these harpies had not been to the battlefield in person, so they were not interested in the rumored tauren.
More curious than full of hatred and hostility.
As for how Prell could tell that these were girls, it was because the colors of these harpies' feathers were easy to identify. The feathers of spellcasters were light blue, while the feathers of ordinary civilians were half purple and half black, and they had not completely changed.
into black.
As he continued to go deeper into the Wushuiling Valley, Prell discovered that there was a winding stream among the woods in the valley. He suddenly understood that the so-called "Wushuiling" was probably a kind of fraud by the harpy people.
People think this is a desolate and dry valley, but the reality is obviously the opposite.
Then they stopped, and Prell looked at the neat rows of trees with nests hanging on both sides of the road in front of him, feeling that they must have been planted intentionally by the harpies.
Then a harpy with blue feathers came out from behind the vine arch between the two big trees. After handing over the team that led Prell and his party, she looked at the group of people with undisguised disgust.
Then he said loudly: "Come, kobolds, tauren, our mistress is waiting for you!"
Passing through the huge vine arch, there is a grassland behind, and a simple wooden bridge that is more like a decoration crosses the creek. The more Prell looks at it, the more familiar it looks, because this wooden bridge is so night elf style.
There were at least a hundred harpy soldiers in the front row flying in mid-air in formation. The blue harpy did not speak to Preldo and just flew to the front.
As soon as they stepped onto the wooden bridge, there was sudden movement under the bridge. Except for Snu, who was still looking around, everyone else picked up their weapons and looked under the bridge warily.
With the sound of water splashing, a group of naked harpy girls came out of the water happily, showing off their plumpness, and then burst into laughter.
The tauren warrior blushed again and turned aside, the druid looked upward, the shaman covered his eyes with his wide sleeves, Belga and Snu buried their heads, only the black cow hunter and Prell stared.
My eyes widened as I looked at this beauty.
When the harpy girls got back into the water, leaving only layers of ripples on the water, the cow hunter clicked his tongue and slapped Prell with his thick hand: "Hoho, I found out.
You are the most dishonest, Kobold. It’s fun to watch, right? Haha!”
Prell spread his hands: "They volunteered, why don't I look?" The cow smiled even more happily. However, many harpy soldiers in front could not help but turn their heads and glare.
The cow subdued her laughter slightly and whispered: "Is this a ceremony for the harpies to welcome us? Or is this their tradition?" Prell said: "You ask me, who am I asking?"
After rounding the low mound behind the wooden bridge, all the kobolds and tauren were shocked by what they saw. The leading blue harpy saw their expressions and nodded with satisfaction and pride.
Behind the bushes on the hill was a golden grassland. In the center of the grassland was a huge tree. Player didn't know the name of the tree, but it looked very much like a banyan tree he had seen before.
The trunk of this tree is more than 10 meters in diameter, with countless branches stretching out in all directions. On almost every outstretched branch, there is an oval-shaped semi-open nest. The nest is decorated with flowers, so it looks like it from a distance.
Go, this big tree seems to be full of colorful flowers.
Prell carefully pushed the Druid: "Have you been to Teldrassil? Is the World Tree of the Night Elves bigger than this entire valley?" The Druid shook his head: "I haven't seen it.
Teldrassil. But seeing this big tree, I can’t even guess how huge the World Tree is!”
The harpies gave these country bumpkins enough time to marvel, and then the leading blue harpy flew back and urged: "Hurry up, our respected matron is still waiting for you!"
So Prell and his party met the Harpy's mistress. Contrary to what he expected, the Harpy met them at the roots of the big tree. The grass there was already covered with animal skin carpets, and the style was very similar.
The craftsmanship of goblins.
The accompanying harpy soldiers were scattered around. The blue harpy pointed at a harpy who was sitting under the tree and said: "This is the mistress of our great Witchwing clan, the beautiful Sylvie.
Ya. Ms. Blood Feather!"
So Prell took a few steps forward, bent down and saluted: "The tauren messenger would like to express the highest respect to you on behalf of Preel!" Druid, other tauren, Belga and Snu also saluted.
Sylvia Xueyu's shrill voice rang out: "You are brave enough! But I am more curious, why did the Tauren send a kobold as a messenger? Are all the warriors of their race dead?
?"
This was not a nice thing to say. Prell raised his head and said in an unassuming way: "For different races, the tauren will send different envoys. Obviously, I, as a kobold, can cope with the current situation. I don't need a greater one."
The tauren warriors have come forward!"
Leading the team, the blue harpy who was standing next to the mistress was furious: "Bold! Kobold, you are facing the mistress of the harpy. Do you want to bear the wrath of the Witchwing clan?"
?"
Prell ignored her and just looked at Sylvia. Blood Feather. Sylvia. Blood Feather was also a harpy with blue feathers and wings. Her skin was different from other eagles.
In person, it is fairer.
She wears a necklace with a large blue gemstone around her neck, a very cool, light-colored bra-like top, gray shorts that are not much longer than briefs, and three red fabrics from her shoulders to her wrists.
Arm guards.
Her knees were also covered with scales, each of her feet had three eagle-like toes, and she wore brass rings on her ankles.
She has a pair of long pointed ears that are slightly shorter than the night elves, and they are also covered with white earrings. There are three short slanting green patterns on her fair cheeks, and she wears a pair of jewel-encrusted earrings on her forehead.
The crown on her head, her long, silky black hair was tied up and hanging down behind her.
Noticing Prell staring at her with an almost rude look, Sylvia Xueyu smiled charmingly: "Kobold, have you seen enough?"
Prell's mind got hot and he shook his head: "I haven't seen enough!" Then the mistress and the harpies around her laughed loudly, and the deputy tauren Druid punched him in the back.
, as the chief envoy, this answer from Prell is really embarrassing.
Prell also felt his face heat up, but he immediately became thick-skinned: "The appreciation of beauty is a common feature of races all over the world. Isn't it true that the beauty of the mistress and all harpy ladies is not allowed to be appreciated and admired by outsiders?
?"
Sylvia Xueyu chuckled: "You are really good at talking. From this point of view, you are more like a goblin. But it's a pity, you are just a kobold, otherwise I would definitely keep you here.
, I want you to tell me sweet words all day long!"
Prell cursed angrily in his mind: He's a good-looking guy! Then he laughed stupidly twice to relieve the embarrassment and speechlessness caused by this kind of appearance discrimination that brought critical damage again and again.