"Are you really Richard?" Buckland's first reaction turned out to be skeptical.

If the lord said that he had found the moon well in that corner and was going to lead the team to fight over and snatch it back, the old white tiger would still think it would be more in line with his usual style. But could this delicate speculative reasoning be done by him?

Buckland reached out and clicked on Richard's jaw, trying to see if he could remove the human skin mask or something.

"Get out!" Richard slapped away, and said menacingly: "The wisdom of the master, how can you speculate on it." ”

"The sun is really coming out in the west. Buckland sighed repeatedly.

"So you can see why I let the elves practice their tattoos. Richard looked at Anne, and the indescribable shock in the other party's eyes made his heart feel dark.

"But that's just your speculation. Anne subconsciously retorted.

After surviving a long night, the first reaction to the coming dawn is often not expectation but fear. Fear of the light is also a delusion, an illusion.

It's not that she doesn't want to believe Richard, but I'm afraid that no elf can believe it.

"If I hadn't tried a long time ago and could have talked so much? Richard stood up and walked out of the hall, leading Buckland and Anne to the left and toward the crypt a few dozen paces away.

Buckland remembered that the crypt had been a fuel storehouse, filled with hay and wood collected by the lords. But now the situation must have changed, because there were two goat-man sentinels at the door, and they were stamping their feet with a wooden stick on their backs in the cold weather.

Fuel was neither lacking nor valuable at the mountain fort, and there was no need to arrange a sentry at all. If a sentry is arranged, it will certainly not be fuel.

As the head of logistics, any change in the building's use should have been reported to him, but Buckland had not received any news before.

Richard lifted the thick cotton curtain and walked in, only to find that there were still two barbarian warriors napping against the wall. When I heard the movement, my first reaction was to touch the axe, and when I saw that the person who came was my own head, I threw down the guy and began to slap my ass with a hippie smile.

It was a little too warm in the crypt, and the old white tiger took off his tortoiseshell glasses and wiped the mist on the lenses. His eyes were dizzy, and when he took off his glasses, he was blurry and couldn't see anything clearly. But the ears were good enough to hear the exclamation from Anne.

"Oh my God!"

Inside the crypt was a waist-high tank of water, stuffed with sawdust in the crevices for insulation, leaving only a narrow aisle in the middle. In each jar, there is a newborn narcissus slightly exposed to the water, and the young leaves have not yet faded to goose yellow, brewing with vitality.

"Naxi Narcissus!" The half-elf chick covered her mouth, as if she had looked directly into the eyes of the Medusa snake demon, and the whole person was completely petrified.

"How's it going?," asked Richard triumphantly, "I'm going to have thirty side buds, and twenty-seven of them are alive." Melissa didn't want to give it to me at the beginning, but I thought it would be a miracle if they let them grow their own crops. ”

"Isn't that still three dead?" Buckland vividly illustrates what it means to be a bar.

"Hmph, I'm curious about everything, and I'm lucky to have eaten three side buds and not been poisoned. The lord rolled his eyes.

"If trolls were going to be poisoned by eating indiscriminately, they should have gone extinct. Buckland said quietly.

Anne took a deep breath, her stomach full of ten thousand doubts to ask, but she could barely speak.

That's the Naxi Narcissus!

Since the disappearance of the ancient elven empire and the subsequent loss of the moon well, the ultra-low survival rate of Naxi narcissus is like a nightmare, haunting the hearts of elves. Without Naxi Narcissus, there would be no Moriah Poison, and without Moria, it would be impossible to cultivate Elven Warriors, and the Unable to cultivate Elven Warrior tribes would naturally decline, making it impossible to solve the problem of Naxi Narcissus.

An unsolvable cycle, constantly turning and turning, with no hope in sight. All the elves were entangled in this loop, falling little by little into the depths of the mire. At the beginning of the collapse of the old country, they were considered a powerful party, hundreds of years ago, they began to fall into marriage, and after that, they had to further accept the fate of losing their independence and becoming vassals.

How much effort did the elves do to do this? is too many to count, but powerlessness is powerlessness, and all attempts proved to be futile.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that when all the elves were already hopeless, the problem would suddenly turn around in a way that no one could have imagined.

Anne could hardly believe that this was all true, but the facts were in front of her, and she had to believe it.

"Richard, can I tell Grandma?" the half-elf's voice trembled, and his eyes were full of pleading.

"Absolutely. Richard nodded generously.

He took the trouble to cultivate Naxi Narcissus just for the sake of the magic energy tattoo. This process is indispensable for elves to participate, since sooner or later it can't be hidden, it is better to be generous and show it clearly.

Before she could finish speaking, Anne had already run out of the crypt like a nimble deer, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"We'll have elven archers in the future. The lord shrugged his shoulders and said cheerfully.

"Richard, if you want me to say that from today onwards, the Moriath poison must be strictly controlled, and not a single cent of it must be abused. And you can give the magic tattoo to anyone, but you can't tattoo it to the elf!" Buckland swung his fist viciously, although his movements almost flashed his waist, his tone was like he was about to tear the tiger and leopard alive.

"Why?" Richard raised his eyebrows in surprise, thinking that the old man must be confused, "Don't be elves, where can I go to find such a powerful archer." ”

"Of course I know that elven archers are powerful. Buckland let out a long breath and confided his true thoughts, "But the elves are forced to take refuge in our mountain fort, unlike centaurs and barbarians. Elves already like to huddle, and if they let their wings be hard, it's really hard to manage!"

"Elder, you're too careful. "Richard really didn't expect that Buckland, who is usually so kind, would have such an old and spicy mind.

"I know that as long as Hum is still around, the elf absence will not part ways with Alpine Fort anyway. But have you thought about it, it's not a concept to be low and do a small hill. The old white tiger stared at the lord of Gaoshan Fort with wide eyes, and persuaded him bitterly: "We have to press them in the position of vassals from the beginning, otherwise we will not be in harmony with each other in the future! I know that you are not very good at persuasion, but this time you think too simply!"

Richard patted Buckland's broad back, feeling like a warm current was spreading through his chest, and couldn't help but smile.

As a well-informed naturalist, Buckland must have known that saying this would not do him any good. On the contrary, once the news is revealed, it will attract the hostility of the elves.

But he still said that this kind of pure trust, which is not mixed with interests, is the reason why people are good characters.

"Elder, you're really too careful. Richard was thinking about another question.

Which is more powerful, the powerful drive brought by the system, or the cultural traditions of the original race?

A soldier who has tried the powerful advancement brought by the system will naturally strive for this goal, and it is inevitable that he will identify with the group over time, which is the nature of all intelligent life. It doesn't make a difference whether it's a human, a half-orc, or an elf.

Li sensed that in the face of nature, the so-called tradition may not be more powerful than a piece of straw paper. Once the elves are absorbed into the Ripper Brigade, being completely assimilated is simply the only ending.