Chapter 189: Ancient Secrets
As soon as Richard said this, Thutmose immediately began to slap his ass. He praised the lord of Alpine Fort for being really thoughtful and logical, and all intrigues and tricks could not escape his old man's eyes.
The honest centaurs sighed vigorously, they couldn't learn this traditional craft, and they always felt that they would suffer a lot.
Richard crossed his waist and listened for a long time, then nodded unceremoniously, "You're right, but what answer do I want?"
"The problem is not actually with the beast elves, but with the pure-blood elf nobles at that time. Thutmose shook his head as he spoke, looking disdainful, "When the situation in the empire was still acceptable, they were obsessed with the ethical question of whether a half-blood elf was considered an elf or not, and generally refused to accept half-bloods. And because the beast elves themselves are closer to half-orcs, they are quite rough and arrogant, and they refuse to accept the red tape of the elves, so they don't like the upper class very much, and they were ordered to stop after the initial success of the experiment. β
"yes. The lord nodded, and he was concerned. The way of the world is like this, many times whether you can get on the top does not depend entirely on your ability, but also on whether you fit in with the group. He himself is an outlier who is not accepted by the mainstream among the Pompeii aristocracy, and it seems that the beast elves are also unlucky people who are in sympathy with the same disease.
"When the situation became more and more urgent, in order to resist the rebels in the smoke, the elves began to pay less attention to it, and wanted to return to the half-blood elf cultivation plan. Thutmoston paused, and then continued: "But it's too lateβhybrids must go through many generations of internal reproduction to form a stable bloodline, and until the eve of the fall of the Elven Empire, it is barely completed; β
"So the beast elf race, although its own quality is good, but the luck is really bad. Since its birth, the population has been pitifully small, and when the Elven Empire fell, they also died out, so they left little reputation and few people know about it. β
Richard nodded, this explanation made perfect sense.
But there was another thing that made him curious: "Why do you know so much?"
"It's the knowledge I got through my bloodline. Thutmose replied honestly.
"It seems that your ancestor was an expert. The lord said with interest.
After all, the bloodline inheritance only works among the direct line. So just look at whether Yilong has a wide range of knowledge, and you can roughly know whether his ancestors like to squat in the nest or travel all over the world. What Thutmose said must be a secret. Even back then, it wasn't just any dragon that had the opportunity to know.
"This ......" Thutmose suddenly became slurred.
"Say!"
"Because the elves also tried to breed dragon elves back then, my ancestors used to ...... I used to volunteer for a while, so I know a lot about it. β
Richard was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sneered.
What do you say to take the initiative to act as a volunteer, and you know that you know it with your toes, that is, you covet the beauty of the elf girl, and it is indeed worthy of the dragon sex to be lewd.
"Success?"
"Nope. Thutmose shook his head, "The offspring that will eventually be born is not a dragon elf, but an elven dragon. Inherited all the shortcomings of the dragons and elves, and has a very serious bloodline disease. Although it is considered a kind of dragon, it is less than two meters long when it is an adult, and its elemental talent is close to none, and it is completely idiotic intellectually, almost useless. β
"It's crazy enough. The lord couldn't help but sigh.
Just looking at the huge size difference between the elves and the dragons, I also know that the difficulty must be exaggerated. It is obviously a spirit who admires nature, but it is obviously difficult to get any good results by making such a forcible violation of the law.
"At a time when the empire was on the verge of destruction, geniuses and madmen were in vogue, and many whimsical works were exploding. Thutmose said, "If it weren't for you humans pulling the dwarves and orcs into an alliance, they wouldn't have had much time to react. In the end, it's hard to say who will win and who will lose. β
The lord scoffed at this statement: "Just because there are bright spots doesn't mean that you can save the whole country from depression. As long as the elven race cannot adapt to the low tide of the elements, the rise of humanity is unstoppable, at most a few hundred years earlier or a few hundred years later. β
"Isn't the beast elf finished with the elf empire? How could they become mummies and appear here?" Richard picked up a waning moon scimitar, flicked his fingers, and his crisp voice showed that the steel mouth was excellent, "Their weapons are so new, they must not be old zongzi buried for thousands of years!"
"Then I don't know. Thutmose honestly lay motionless in the dragon crystal.
"How do you feel about the strength of these mummies?" Richard stretched out his foot and kicked the snake's tail the size of a bucket, turning his head to look at Hurt not far behind him.
"It's not bad. The centaur hesitated for a moment, but nodded in agreement, "From the size, you can see that the strength is not weak, the defense ability is not inferior to that of the armored soldiers, and as an undead, it can still move against the sun." The regular warriors of Alpine Fort would certainly have no problem dealing with them, but the ordinary natives were probably no match. β
"yes. Richard pinched his eyebrows, "I'm worried that there are more than just these things we see, and it will be a problem if there are more snake elf mummies spreading around, slaughtering living beings everywhere." β
"What then?" said Hurt, scratching his head.
Richard bowed his head and pondered for a while, silently swearing in his heart that he must expand his army as soon as he had the opportunity - the plates of the mountain fort were getting bigger and bigger, and he now felt more and more that the troops at hand were not enough, but whenever he wanted to divide his troops and operate on multiple fronts, he began to be stretched.
"Send a message to the headquarters of Alpine Castle. As soon as the lord spoke, Hurt immediately took out a carbon rod and papyrus paper to prepare to record, "Let Buckland directly tell the news of the appearance of the undead to those indigenous tribes, let them move closer to the mountain fort, the tribal warriors and the mountain fort militia gather to patrol in a unified manner, and if necessary, they can distribute stockpiled weapons." The other centaurs also turned half back, which should be enough to deter the natives from making trouble in a short time. β
"Can they be honest and obedient?" Hurt hesitated.
"Aren't there many natives who want to join the mountain fort, and they will work hard to draw a big pie for them. Richard snapped his fingers, "Leave it to Buckland to decide what to do, this old man can count it." β
"What about you, my lord?" Now that the lord had made a decision, Hurt was no longer entangled.
"I feel like the problem may be at the bottom of the lake, and I have to go down and see for myself anyway, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well." Richard patted Hurt on the shoulder, "And I have a strong premonition, sir, this time is probably not a trivial matter." β
"Do you want to report it to the Noble Garden?"
"No, not yet. "Richard is suspicious that Alpine Castle has a special feature that attracts the undead, how could he be willing to involve the noble court.
Hurt scribbled a few strokes to wrap up, folded the letter and stuffed it into a leather envelope and handed it to the other centaur. He instructed him to lead thirty of his fellow people back to the mountain fort and deliver the letter into the hands of Elder Buckland.
"It takes at least a day and a half for people to go back, and they use carrier pigeons to send the news back first. Richard interrupted Hurt abruptly.
"But we didn't have pigeons. Hurt said in embarrassment.
"No, we did. Richard quietly looked at Thutmose in the dragon crystal, who was dazed.