The elves watched her save the frozen human, and Alain asked curiously, "Cheng, why did you do this?" ”

"Humans are fragile, and if they are burned immediately, the skin and flesh will die, and in doing so, the friction will generate heat, and it will slowly recover. Pen %Fun %www.biquge.info "She held the ice and rubbed it against the man's leg.

It's okay to freeze, but fortunately, the elves' ears are good enough, and they are just about to go out, so they found out in time. As soon as I sent it in, I eased up a little. Give him a glass of wine and pour it without prying open his mouth.

"It's cold." She shook her hand and said to the person: "Since you are awake, wipe it yourself and wipe it until your legs are hot." ”

The man was obedient, sat up after another glass of wine, took some snow, wiped his feet purple from the cold, and asked in a trembling voice, "Have you anything to eat?" ”

"I'll get it." An elven road.

"Are you going to let him nibble on leaves?" She stopped, since she wanted to save people, then save it to the end: "Go and bring the fish soup left in my pot, put half a bowl of water, and boil it hot." ”

As soon as he heard the fish soup, the man's eyes lit up. Meat, of course, is more nutritious than vegetables, and the human stomach and intestines are omnivorous.

The pot was brought, and there was leftover fish soup in it, and the spirit who took the pot put the pot on the fire and turned around: "I'll go get some ice." ”

"No, no, give, give it to me." The man struggled to crawl over.

"Don't worry!" She took the pot off the fire.

"But it's still cold." An elven road.

In the end, it is a rich and handsome race that does not worry about food and clothing, and I don't know what hunger is like. With the pot in one hand and a fire in the other, she baked the surface of the soup and handed it to the rescuer.

The soup was slightly steaming and hungry, and the man picked up the pot and drank it in a big gulp, like a hungry wolf. Seeing that the elves frowned slightly, for them, they would rather starve to death than eat so badly.

Seinhill came over with a few lords, and looked the man up and down, this man was dressed in a lot of clothes, three layers inside and three outside, and a cloak. Like many humans nowadays, he has half-length hair and a curly beard. At this time, he was not afraid of choking to death and not afraid of fish bones, and when he finished drinking the soup, he stretched out his hand that was red from freezing and had chilblains, and used his fingers to fish and eat directly in the pot. The gap between the nails feels black, but at this time, I can't take care of hygiene, so I will fill my stomach first.

Seanhill joked: "I didn't expect to get a harvest just after I went out?" "It's just not set off yet, of course, that's what you know.

As soon as he heard the sound, the man who was buried in the food suddenly looked up, and when he saw the elf king wearing a cloak that reached the ground, he threw away the pot and pounced.

"What for?" Omrod scolded and drew his sword.

Seanhill raised a hand, signaling that it was not necessary, because the other party was not here to seek revenge.

For the man had fallen down on his knees and cried out, "Great Elven King, save our people." ”

"You're human, and you should go and ask the human leader for help." There was a slight smile on the corner of Seanhill's mouth, very kindly.

"But they won't accept us. Saying that there is not enough food, in fact, there are not many of us, only more than 30. The man suddenly remembered something, and quickly reached into his heavy clothes to dig something out.

Fearing something offensive to pull out, Omrod and the other elves watched the man warily.

Finally, the man took out a dagger, but the dagger was holstered, and he presented the dagger with both hands: "Our clan, and the descendants of the elven clan, please save us, Your Majesty." ”

Elleras walked over, took it, and pulled the dagger out of his holster. The dagger is cold and shining, and it is the craft of the elves.

As soon as Omurod saw the inscription on the dagger, he sneered: "It was worn by the elf who married a human more than four hundred years ago." She is just a wood elf, and marrying a human is equivalent to becoming a human being, and she is no longer a member of our elf race. ”

As long as the elves are with humans, they will lose their elf identity, and although the children they give birth to are slightly stronger than humans, as the years go by, this superior gene will slowly die out, and finally it will be the same as ordinary humans.

The man quickly explained: "But we always knew that we had elven blood on our bodies, so we didn't participate in the battle of the three armies, and the other human tribes refused us to enter the shelter on this basis. Please have mercy on us, even if you give us something to eat. ”

Obviously, these humans are a very small tribe, and it is unknown whether they participated in the battle, and in the absence of food, they were abandoned by other humans and left to fend for themselves. There was really no way, and I remembered that I didn't know which generation of ancestors had a relationship with the elves, so I sent someone with this dagger to find help.

"But we don't have much food." A lord immediately refused, it was more than thirty mouths, and the food of humans was still greater than that of the elves: "You better go back, we don't have extra food here to help you, you better go find your kind." ”

"Please." The man wailed. If you go back, you may die, and your fellow kind must not accept it, otherwise you won't come to find a foreign race. The elves have always despised humans and orcs, believing them to be bloodthirsty like wild beasts.

Cheng Qianxun found that Alain was looking at her, so he said directly: "I just give them this fish, and I will starve to death." Let them figure it out for themselves, and it's not that they don't have hands and feet. ”

"Find something to eat for yourselves." Of course, a lord doesn't want to have anything to do with these humans: "You humans are not very good at finding food, and you can eat everything, although you can hunt and fish." ”

"But, we've never been so cold." This person should be telling the truth, he has been living in a calm environment, and when he encounters such cold weather, he doesn't know how to find food.

Cheng Qianxun said lightly, it can be regarded as helping these humans: "Pick up the snow and look at the tree roots, grass roots, and the seeds left behind." Break the ice to catch fish, take an iron chisel and make a hole in the surface of the lake, and the fish will naturally swim over. ”

The man stammered in response: "But, however, more than 30 people are old and weak women and children, and there are few adult men. Most of the thick clothes are on me... ”

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, then starve to death. No wonder the other tribes refuse to accept you, it is useless. She said whatever she wanted. This is a small tribe, plus poor, plus no strong labor.

Seanhill listened without speaking, and finally spoke: "Where is your person?" ”

The man seemed to see hope, and was overjoyed: "Not far, about half a day's road." "It's not far in half a day, you must know that it is cold enough outside.

"Elerath, take ten, a bag of food each, and follow him, and help them chop more wood nearby." ”

One of the lords immediately cried out, "Do you really want to give food to these humans?" ”

"Of course." Seinhill still stood there with the slightly arrogant posture he used to have, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Our food was originally prepared more, eat less, you can save a few lives, then eat less, your already near-perfect body will be more slender." ”

It made the lord laugh.

Then he said to his son: "On the way to see if you can collect food, in case you finish eating, you can't run out of food." ”

"Yes, father." Elleras' expression was relaxed at this time, and his smiling face was even proud.

That was all that had been said, and when Seinhill was about to leave, Omrod immediately followed: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... ”

"Since you want to help them, as long as it is Your Majesty's decision, I have no objection, but don't let His Highness Aleras go." Omrod said as he followed.

Thernhill stopped: "Do you think the elves or the humans, which one is stronger?" ”

Omrod was stunned for a moment, and he didn't need to say, of course, it was the elves.

"Since this man who is dying of starvation can crawl here, the elf is good enough to get to him." "That makes sense, and Omrlod could only watch with reverence as Thernhill returned to his tent.

All elves have reverence for Seenhill, and only such a king, at such a moment, can still do things that ordinary people can't do.

At this time, Cheng Qianxun also had a new understanding of this king, and only at the critical moment could he see the essence of a person. And this time, it is to see the essence of an elf. The elves should not perish.

She walked into the tent and saw Seanhill leaning against the couch wrapped in his cloak, resting with his eyes closed.

"So soon you're ready to save your energy and use it to save food?" She smiled and walked over to the table and poured herself a drink.

Seinhill's voice came: "There is not much wine, you must leave some for the nobles who are deliberating, otherwise who will come?" ”

She turned around and raised her glass: "Not much, just one sip." You're too modest, even if you don't have wine, those lords will still come... At least I'll come over. ”

Seinhill, who was a little lazy, laughed violently and opened his blue eyes: "Thank you so much for your face." ”

"Give me a place." She sipped slowly, walked over, and sat down directly beside Seanhill. If you don't sit here, you can only sit on the haystack on the ground, though that's where Thernhill rests at night.

I shook the wine glass made of natural crystal, and the impurities on the glass could not stop admiring the dark red wine inside. She exclaimed, "Good wine." Elven brewing skills are as great as crafting weapons. ”

"There seems to be more than that." Seanhill sat up a little, one arm resting on his side.

"Yes." She took another sip of wine, as if thinking of something: "Have all the wine been brought here?" I've seen many more before. ”

"It's impossible to bring that much, in the cellar, enough to drink until next year's grape ripening season." Elves are good wines, and they will make enough wine every year.

She blinked, "If the temperature remains like this, and you elves are not afraid of the cold, just go out." The castle should still be habitable, but it is stronger because of the ice. ”

Seanhill's eyes widened, and he wanted to go back, the home he had built single-handedly.

"It's been ten days since it cooled down, stay a few more days to see the temperature, and go out if it's okay." After taking a sip, she stood up, put her glass back on the table, and walked out.

Elleras took Alain and some other elves with food, a small amount of warm clothes, and medicine.

Omrod went with her to see it off, standing outside the entrance of the cave, watching the group fade away, Omrod said softly, "I thought you would follow." ”

"What are you going to do, I didn't see such a cold day, I'm about to freeze to death." She tightened her cloak and turned into the cave. It's only half a day's journey, and I should be back tomorrow at noon.

Omrod also entered the hole and followed her: "You're not worried? ”

"Is it useful to worry?" She continued to walk inside, "I should be worried about whether my fish will be eaten by gophers. ”

Eat and drink to your heart's content, lie down and sleep by the warm fire. It's been a decent day, and the temperature outside is still the same. Even without a thermometer, it can be estimated that the temperature difference between upper and lower temperatures does not exceed five degrees.

At noon the next day, a group of people came back.

The elves gathered around the elves like warriors welcoming their triumphant return, and asked questions with enthusiasm and smiles, and she slipped straight into Seanhill's tent.

"What's the matter?" Seanhill was holding a book and half-leaning on the couch to read.

"It's your business if something happens, Your Highness Elleras is back." She came to see how the father and son reacted, probably because they were really idle and bored these days.

"Oh~" Seanhill thought about it and continued to pick up the book and read.

Elleras entered the tent, and Seanhill dragged out his voice, not even looking at it: "Coming back?" ”

"Yes, father." Elleras also had a chill on his body: "It turns out that they all live in the castle of the jungle, and the material has been handed over to them, and they have been told that they can stay for a while until the ice melts. ”

This father and son are simply indiscriminate good people, and she rolled her eyes when she heard it. Giving her home to strange humans to live in, the kindness of these elves is beyond her imagination.

Seanhill turned the page again: "Okay, you go and rest first." Since the castle can be lived, we will go back tomorrow. ”

"Yes, father." Elleras walked out.

"Hey, really let humans live in your castle?" She asked deliberately.

"So what, where can we drive them?" Seenhill didn't care about it, as if the castle belonged to someone else: "Anyway, the castle is very big, go back tomorrow, it's enough for all the elves to live there, don't care about more than twenty or thirty people." ”

The father and son were convinced, and when Elleras came in, he didn't say how grateful the humans were for help, as if it was all what they were supposed to do. The elves are really the closest race to the gods.

"In fact, it is not a shameful thing to say your feelings." She smiled and took the book down, turned it upside down, put it back in Seanhill's hand, got up and walked away. (To be continued.) )