"Is it necessary to tell him so much, honorable high priest?" said Myra, with an athletic hand that did not match her age, as she weaved through the tall trees.

If Richard saw this, he would have been shocked.

Although he had long felt that there were meager elemental fluctuations on Myra's body, he never imagined that it would be like this—from time to time a milky white long cord shot out from between Myra's nails, as thin as a hair but as tough as a dragon's scales, shooting on the trunk of a tree, hanging the Tiger Spirit Elder and swinging around agilely, which was extremely convenient.

The lucky ones in the Tiger Spirit who can awaken the elements on their own are extremely rare, and Elder Myra's hand was a leader when he was young, and even now he can still see the style of the past.

"These secrets have been in my heart for too long, and I'll go crazy if I don't talk to a stranger. Chief Setos leaned on a cane made of a tree trunk and reached out to push away the branch that was about to slap his face, "At least there is another race now, and it is a kind of luck to be able to witness our struggles and efforts for the past 10,000 years, isn't it?"

"Do you think he'll be able to succeed in ten days?"

"What do you think, Myra?" asked Chief Setos rhetorically.

"I don't see any possibility. "The old Tiger Spirit Elder is as frank as a child in front of the Iron Giant, and if he has something to say, he will say it directly.

"Kid, we might as well be patient and wait and see. The big bald scoop grinned, "In these 10,000 years of long life, the most precious thing I have learned is to never give up hope, always." Moreover, I always felt that this Richard might be a variable that could not be guessed by common sense. ”

"In short, maybe, everything is still uncertain. ”

............

There is a Jingpo Lake in the Great Twilight Forest, which is the center of the entire forest water system.

As the name suggests, the water is crystal clear, and when the sun shines, it reflects the clear reflection of the birds like a mirror.

The surrounding water and grass are abundant and verdant. Eight streams pour water into the lake from different directions, all year round.

There are eight water systems flowing into the lake, and none of them flowing out, but even so, the water level is always increasing or decreasing. The old people of the nearby tiger spirits all said that maybe there was a dark river underneath and let all the water go.

In this lake, you can catch a kind of Don River fish with a body length of nearly half a wrist, which is rich and fat, and is an important source of meat for the nearby tiger spirits. In autumn, the belly is densely covered with seeds, each of which is as large and round as a grape.

It's a taste that both the Iron Giant and the cat want to know.

There's been a strange Berserker in the neighborhood lately - it's not that he's so short that he looks like he's dwarfic, it's that everything he does is weird.

He brought with him an edict from the Iron Giant's sacrifice, asking the tiger spirits to cooperate as much as possible, which was nothing. But what he asked for was even stranger than himself - the skin of the Don fish, which made everyone mumble in their hearts.

Although the Don River fish has a fat meat, its skin is rough and hard, and even the most picky timberwolves dislike it.

As it turned out, it was really useful - to mess around. After collecting hundreds of fish skins and tanning them slightly, he asked the best needlework women in the tribe to come out and sew them into a huge money bag!

Everyone thought that he must be crazy, such a big money bag was more than enough to fit a few iron giants into it, who could use it? Even if all the gold in the entire Twilight Forest was collected, it would not be enough to hold one percent of this money bag.

But after a cordial exchange of fists and feet, everyone was first angry, then surprised, and then fell into deep despair. I had to succumb to his obscenity, and began to prepare for the work in earnest, sewing together hundreds of fish skins one by one.

This dwarf berserker actually asks not to leak, it's just not human!

............

"What do you say, what does the boss want to do? Is it possible to stay in the air for half a month?" A group of strong men from the mountain castle were chatting in the shade of the trees, and Gunther was the loudest.

A group of people suddenly began to contribute their opinions, firmly believing that as long as their own lord came out, he would definitely be able to capture him.

"To be honest, it can't be. Bernard shook his head very calmly, "Don't engage in blind personality cults, it's okay, flying is very physically exhausting, how can it be possible not to land for half a month." And it's the eighth day today, so haven't you seen any progress?"

"In fact, it is possible that high-level wind dragons can rely on the precise control of the elements to achieve 'the sea of clouds as their home and sleep in the wind', and half a month is nothing to them. Nehru looked at the heat in his eyes, shook his head and ran over, actively participating in the discussion, trying to show his knowledge.

"Well said, Nehru, how do we find a wind dragon now?" Berner looked at him coldly.

"I'm just arguing whether a possibility exists or not, and whether it can happen or not is another question. The kobold shaman rolled his eyes, disdainful.

He was very afraid of the lord of Alpine Castle, because that guy had an inexplicable temperament, which always made Nehru's heart tremble, as if he was facing a natural enemy.

But no one else could intimidate the noble shaman, and the pride of the elemental user kept him confident in the face of mortals.

"And what about the other than the Wind Dragon?" asked Gunther impatiently.

"I guess it's gone. Nehru twisted his beard on his chin, obviously not quite clear, but he still held on and refused to show his timidity.

"Actually, I don't think there is necessarily no ......" Hurt's tone was very erratic, like a drunkard stepping on cotton, and every note was not focused, which was very different from his usual steady and steady voice.

"As I said, the cult of personality doesn't help. Berner sneered, "Let's discuss how to settle down here as soon as possible." ”

"I don't want to marry a tiger spirit wife. Gunther said worriedly.

"Don't worry, you can't marry a wife at all. Russell patted him on the shoulder.

"You go back and look behind you. Hurt had his mouth half-open, like a fish suffocating out of water.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time, as if some kind of magical magic was starting to work in the shadows, and everyone began to open their jaws as hard as they could, trying to push their physical limits and expose their throats and eyes to the air.

In the distance, above the arbor forest, a large round ball of fish skin was slowly rising, gradually breaking away from the canopy of the tree, revealing all of it. Underneath was a wooden basket suspended from a rattan rope, and their beloved lord stood in the basket, with an overcoat draped over his shoulders, waving in all directions with unusually crisp and powerful movements.

The loud voice can be heard clearly -

"Report to the ground, I have risen into the air to say hello to the motherland and the people!" 8)