Clintasa invited Renn into a rather elegant room. After the two sat down, he ordered his guards to wait at the door and negotiate with Renn alone.
I don't know if it's out of confidence in my own strength, or because I believe that the armored monster in front of me has no ill intentions.
Clintasa personally poured a glass of fruit wine for Renn. When he picked it up, he realized that the other person was wearing a helmet, smiled, and took a sip himself.
"Elder Mo of the tree tribe should have talked about all the conflicts between us, right?"
Ren nodded: "Don't you deny what he said?"
"I don't deny it." Clintasa put down the exquisite silver wine glass with his furry hand and said frankly to Ren: "As we all know, our elves have always been close to nature."
"but……"
"However, there is another well-known thing, that is, the fertility rate of elves is extremely low. Imagine that we have extremely long lifespans, but many elves cannot have themselves in their hundreds or even thousands of years.
The child. It was not until the emergence of Gardenia Pharmacy that things improved."
"but……"
"Do you want to say that we have harmed the forest by doing this?" Clintasa seemed quite strong, and seemed to want to convince Ren in one breath: "But in fact, not a single tree died because of this, and they have been well treated.
of care.”
"But please let me finish!" Ren said first when the other party opened his mouth: "Elder Mo said that you hurt their friends, and those poor trees were repeatedly squeezed by you."
Clintasa stroked the long hair on his temples. The movement was very graceful, but unfortunately in Ren's eyes, he was a savage...
"Kui... I'm a little rude. I haven't asked you what should I call you?"
"Just call me Altaïr."
"Okay, Mr. Altaïr, although I don't know what you look like under the armor or what race you are, but it shouldn't be wrong to call you 'human', right?"
Indeed, most intelligent races, no matter how strange their appearance is, such as some amorphous elemental races, can be generally referred to as "human".
Seeing that Ren had no objection, Clintasa continued: "Then you should be able to understand that no matter what race, whether it is elves, humans, dwarves or kobolds, as long as they are 'human', they must consider the reproduction of future generations. Everything else.
Not to mention, as the king of elves, I now have a potion that can increase fertility, can I prohibit my people from using it?"
Ren scratched his "iron head" and felt that the problem he encountered this time was as stiff as this helmet.
Noticing Ren's hesitation, Clintasa struck while the iron was hot: "In the final analysis, we are 'human beings'. If we 'human beings' want to live well, we have to use 'things'. We use those trees to refine potions, just like other people."
There is no difference between cutting down trees to make a table and fishing to eat fish meat. Sir, do you want to ban everyone from cutting down trees and fishing? What’s more, we still have druids to maintain the forest, which has not caused any substantial damage at all."
Having said this, Clintasa stood up and opened the window so that Ren could see the tree burl on the opposite side more clearly: "Do you know why I watched the tree people move away from the forest? Because of this!"
Clintasa pointed to the big tree tumor: "Because of the Gardenia Potion, our elves have added many people. When there are more people, the territory needs to be expanded. You see, this is a process of racial prosperity, obtaining what we need from the surroundings.
, have more tribesmen, and then expand their territory. This is what any race does. It is nature and inevitable. It is such a normal thing. I don’t know what Mr. Altaïr wants to talk to us!"
At the end of the sentence, Clintasa changed the topic and his tone suddenly became sharp, trying to influence Ren's judgment through his tough attitude.
Ren looked at Clintasa's face, which looked arrogant, and suddenly understood why the noble Elf King looked like a savage in his eyes.
But what Clintasa said was right. As the Elf King, he could not and had no reason to ban all elves from using Gardenia Potion.
The biggest difference between this matter and ordinary logging and fishing is that as "objects", the trees used as materials have people who can speak for them this time - the Rudil tree people can feel the warmth of the trees.
mood.
The "human" side is also very strange, because the elves were once called friends of the forest, and the druids were called children of nature.
Renn felt that he had encountered a difficult problem: who should he support in this negotiation...
Even through the armor, Clintazar could feel Ren's hesitation, and he was preparing to make his final move.
"Let me show you how we refine the materials. After reading it, you will know that we have never harmed any trees. When my attendants left just now, I had asked
They went to prepare, and people should be here now."
While he was talking, a servant's request for permission came from outside the door, and then the servant who had left before walked in, holding a tree in a basin as thick as an arm. Behind him was another wild... elf.
What is striking is that this elf is also carrying a strange-shaped scythe on its back. It is strange because the blade is relatively short, about one arm long, but the handle is thick and long. If there is no
Notice the blade, you might mistake it for a staff when you carry it on your back.
The attendant put down the tree and left, while the elf carrying the sickle stayed behind.
Clintasa introduced Renn: "His name is Crow, he is a druid and an apprentice in the workshop. Crow, show us your usual work."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Crow Piao nodded, walked to the tree, took off the sickle from his back, held it across his chest, and muttered something.
"Mother Nature, please give me strength to help me punish my enemies!"
Clintasa explained to Renn on the side: "Crow is a very pious druid. He always prays before taking action. Isn't it very ritualistic?"
After saying that, the prayer on the other side of the crow's tree also ended. He stared, shouted loudly, and wielded the sickle to cut into the trunk of the tree. The blade was embedded so deep that it almost cut off the tree.
Then Crow's scythe was quickly withdrawn, and a thin green thread was brought out from the incision, gathered into Crow's palm, and turned into a ball of light green liquid the size of a fingernail.
As the liquid gathered, the tree in front of Crow's eyes withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The bark continued to peel off and the leaves turned yellow.
Clintasa took a sip of wine and then introduced to Ren: "This tree is just for demonstration, not for making gardenia medicine. Crow and the others usually don't smoke so hard. Crow,
You go ahead!"
After receiving Clintasa's signal, Ravenstrike turned the scythe in his hand and pointed the handle at the seemingly withered tree.
"Mother Nature, please give me the strength to help me save this unfortunate creature."
When the wooden handle is gently tapped on the tree, the dead leaves turn green, the peeled bark grows back, and the whole tree becomes full of life again.
Clintasa: "Like I said, we are friends of nature and we will never harm the forest."
Renn: "......"
"You still don't believe it?"
Clintasa might have drunk too much fruit wine, so he got excited. He stood up and walked to the tree. He pulled out an elf rapier from somewhere and cut the poor tree into several pieces with "歘昘昘".
It was cut off, and the branches and leaves fell to the ground.
After cutting it, he glanced at the crow tree, and the latter came forward.
"Mother Nature, please give me the strength to help me save..."
Ren suddenly wanted to stay away from these two elves...