Many days after this incident ended, the elves were still mentioning it after dinner. As a tribe where communications are not widely available, such things will be spread for a long time.
As long as they don't forget it, it may be passed from their mouths to the ears of their descendants, and then passed down from generation to generation.
You can never have too many new things. If the brains of tribal people are always filled with information, they will become lifeless in the long run.
After resting, Elf King Haoyue once again visited the scientific research base of the Elf Kingdom.
This time, he had a long talk with those researchers and devoted himself to solving the daily life problems of the tribal people.
The kingdom of elves has undergone great changes, ranging from the spiritual outlook of the entire country to every detail.
This small aggregate is slowly growing.
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"Hey, little Guote, your brother is back."
In the east village of a tribe, a tribesman who was pushing mud on the ground shook his ears, pushed his nose with his mud-covered palm, and made a sound of inhalation.
"Eh?"
"Which brother?"
Little Guote stretched out his pale gray head in confusion, clapped his hands, and ran towards home.
As a new generation of tribal people, it is normal for one parent to have three or four cubs.
His parents are no exception. As the second youngest, he has an older sister and three older brothers.
Together with his sister, there are six brothers and sisters in total.
No wonder he asked which brother the problem was.
"Is it Brother Carolla from the White Stone Tower, Brother Carl from the border front, or Brother Carlo doing business in the main city."
His three brothers worked hard. The eldest brother was appreciated by the Druid teacher because of his outstanding talent. He joined the White Stone Tower and became a Druid.
The second brother Karl was not very talented, but he was physically strong and a good warrior, so he was selected as a militia and later became a glorious elf warrior.
The third brother, Carlo, had a bright mind and was sent to the caravan by his family. The letter he replied some time ago said that he was doing some small business in the main city and was living well.
If he said which one of the three brothers he liked the most, he would have some trouble. The eldest brother rarely comes back, but the eldest brother is the most favorite because he is a druid, so no matter who he is,
It's easy to get close to him.
The second brother rarely comes back, but in his free time at home, he will try his best to make some very realistic wooden weapons for Little Guote.
Every time he takes it out, he will be admired by his friends.
The third brother doesn't come back often, he often comes and goes in a hurry.
I will bring some useful things or delicious snacks to my home, and I will tell some nice stories.
"elder brother."
As soon as he rushed through the door, Little Guote spotted the tall elf sitting in the living room.
He has green hair, fair skin, pointed ears, and wears fine tree-colored cloth.
Hanging on the wall nearby was an exquisite bow and arrows, a cage of beautiful arrows, and a small elf dagger.
"Little Guote, well, he has grown so big." Carolla touched her brother's smooth head and wiped off the mud on his nose with a smile, "You are also naughty."
The father who had just walked out of the back room was holding a small bag, raised it to his eldest son, and handed it over with a smile.
"Come here, these are the elf biscuits that the third child brought back, have a try." The middle-aged goblin looked lovingly at one of his proudest sons.
Although he didn't read many books, he could only recognize the words and use them to communicate, but he also knew that no matter what, anything with the word "elf" on it was a good thing.
"Well, okay." Carolla did not refuse because he knew the character of his parents.
He took it and stuffed a piece into the mouth of Little Guote, who was looking very longingly at the side. He stuffed another piece into his parents' mouth, gave another piece to his toddler sister, and finally gave himself another piece.
If he doesn't come back, he will keep these things and wait until his second brother comes back to take them out. He won't be able to eat a piece of them.
Little Guote on the side squinted his eyes and nibbled on the cookies that were no bigger than his palm. He felt the sweetness mixed with saliva and slowly slid down. At this time, he felt very happy.
He hugged his younger sister, who was a head shorter than him, pulled a small stool over and leaned on his brother's knee. Then he continued to nibble on the delicious elf cookies like a thief who had stolen something, squinting his eyes and looking like a thief.
Fine.
He was in a daze, listening to his brother and parents talking in ordinary words, as if he wanted to finish what he had not said for half a year.
As he listened, he became confused, half-squinting his eyes, listening to their voices becoming more and more distant, and he was floating among them like a ghost.
Floating, swinging, very carefree.
"This time... it's... I want... the television..." Guote listened to his brother's words from time to time, and then felt a pair of warm hands clamping his creaky nest.
He opened his eyes and smiled.
Carola touched his head, stood up, and brought in the strange big box near the door.
"In fact, part of the reason for coming back this time is because of this."
He opened up the straw rope box, which was nearly one and a half meters wide, and took out this bulky lump that looked square-headed.
"Come on, let's go under the ancient trees in the forest."
Carolla hugged the bulky man and called Little Gott to ask the druid at the head of the village.
He had read an article before, which mentioned one thing, that is, children at this age especially like you to treat them as adults.
Because this way they will feel that they are adults and they will be happy to share some problems with you.
Of course, it's limited to small things.
Sure enough, Little Guote's face straightened up, and he immediately patted his chest, with a hint of blush appearing on his small gray face. He acted like a young adult and ran towards the village head.
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"What is this?"
"Why is it still hanging on an ancient woodland tree?"
Not long after, almost all the tribesmen who were at home or not far away gathered over and formed a circle around the ancient trees in the forest.
The tribesmen whispered and looked enviously at the elf who was tinkering with the black wooden box in the middle.
Beside the elf, there is a slightly older elf, he is the druid stationed here.
At this time, he was diligently reading the instructions that came with this thing called a television.
There are many twists and turns inside, and he needs to make adjustments in this way so that this black lump called a television can receive the instructions sent from under the Crown of the Woodland and it can complete the casting of the spell.
He looked at the introduction and description of the TV set, and the excitement in his eyes increased by two points.