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It was as if the rain of seeds outside was getting denser and denser, covering the sky and the sun, making the whole world much darker, and only the snow-white seeds were shining brightly.

"How so?" Seanhill, who has lived for a long time, expressed puzzlement: "Where does the water come from on the top of the tree?" ”

The environment here never rains, and all the water is groundwater and lakes where groundwater is stored.

Cheng Qianxun stretched out her hand again and took one, but she was very alert to find a bigger problem: "Look! He handed over the seeds.

Seanhill also saw that the seeds already had a small amount of ice on them. Although it was very little, it melted in an instant, but it was still seen. Because of the ice, the seeds are falling a little faster than they were just now.

She turned around, looked out, thought for a moment, and came to the conclusion: "It's not that there is water on it, but that the temperature has become cooler, just like the dew on the plants in the morning." ”

"Does that oracle you just said have anything to do with it?" Seanhill quickly thought about it.

She looked at the seeds of the natural tree floating in the sky, and said meaningfully: "Then it depends on how low the temperature will be... ”

Extreme temperatures, not to mention that everything is withering, even people can't live. She had seen this happen, everything was frozen into ice, and everything seemed to be covered in ice and snow.

Seinhill gasped, although he should have never seen what extreme cold was, but he already understood: "Is the catastrophe coming?" ”

"What is going to come will come, and there are some things that there is no way around." She replied calmly.

The lords behind him finally understood what they meant, and they all greeted him: "Then what should we do?" "What should I do?"

"Everyone!" Seinhill turned around and treated it with confidence and stability: "Please go back to your room and rest first, and I will work with this lady of the Protoss to think of a more appropriate plan." Rest assured, there will always be a way to get through it. Maybe this winter will be a little longer and a little colder. ”

said it calmly, and gave the lords a reassuring medicine. Their eyes turned to her again, and in order to stabilize the situation, Cheng Qianxun naturally had to hold his head high and his chest high, and make a demeanor that he would not be able to do anything. Do you want to panic and let everything be messed up before it happens?

The lords then put their hands on their chests, bowed slightly, and left. And Seanhill also bowed slightly, still with a smile on his face.

When the lord was gone, Seinhill let out a long breath: "It seems that we really need to discuss it carefully, there is no wine here, come to my room, I already feel cold." ”

Of course, it was not just with Seanhill that he had a personal appointment, but also with his son and the steward.

After entering the room, Seanhill went to the table and poured wine: "Dear Cheng, it seems that there are many questions waiting for you now, and it will be a waste of time to ask questions, you can taste the wine... ”

Having already poured two glasses, Seinhill came over with a wine glass, handed her a glass, and pinched the other: "Tell me what you know, because you don't want to see our tree fall and the elves be wiped out, right?" After clinking glasses with her, he took a sip.

Watching her drink is simply amazing. I have seen many men with outstanding appearances, but only this one is not threatening when he drinks, and he is so beautiful that people dare not blaspheme/blaspheme.

She took a sip and turned to the chair next to her, "It seems that it's storytelling time, and we need a place to sit." ”

After sitting down, Omrod also went to pour two glasses of wine, one for Elerath. The three elves took their seats and waited to hear what she had to say.

To be honest, she didn't want the elven race to perish, everyone has a love for beauty, so it would be a pity that the beautiful race with such aura would perish. Although they are a little conceited and proud, they love nature, they don't kill easily, they don't decorate with animal skins, everything is obtained for the basic needs of life, and they will replace it with plants, even if it takes a little more time and doesn't look good, they will do it. As a creature at the top of the food chain, it is not easy to be so kind.

She also told the truth: "The oracle is that the tree will wither, and my strength is limited, and I can't afford to consume it for a long time." Maybe one or two days is fine, but if it's ten days and half a month, I can't help it. ”

"It's not a long time, is it really that short?" Once again, Seanhill got the key. If disaster strikes, the shorter the natural time, the better.

"Yes, two months at most." She replied in the affirmative. The reason for this conclusion is experience. Experience has taught her that the above will not give her much time, including testing. If it takes too long, the most she will see is the tragedy of the world, and she will still try her best to live, even if she is the only one left. Two months, that's enough!

It was as if Omrod breathed a sigh of relief, and it was not interesting to come, when the time came, the tree might not be able to withstand the cold, and once the tree of nature died, the elves would become humans, aging and dying. That will break the living habits of the elves, and it may be a devastating blow to the elves whose feelings have always been natural and have a very low birth rate.

But at this time, she could not talk about this issue, and then she would save her life, and she asked: "Was the castle built in the roots of trees?" ”

"Yes!" Seanhill replied, "I have moved the kingdom here, cleared the debris from the roots, dug holes without harming the roots, and built rooms. ”

This is a good choice, as the sacred tree of the elves, to re-establish the royal palace here, and the elves dare not be hostile. If there is any foreign invasion, all will come to their aid. Because the tree is dead, the elves will also be unlucky.

"Then you can't live here." She replied in a very affirmative tone, "Is there a place that is warm enough to accommodate all the elves, and there is also a need to be able to make a fire?" ”

If the tree dies or the temperature is low, the roots of the tree may collapse and break, and this place that has not fallen for thousands of years will become a grave.

Seinhill heard the meaning, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath: "Is it really impossible to keep it?" ”

What can't be kept refers to the tree, and she understands: "Let it be, let it be." Maybe it can get through, but now it's time to think about how to save the lives of all the elves. ”

Even if the tree is dead, the elves are at least alive. Seinhill stood up with his glass in his hand, walked slowly back and forth, and then drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and while walking to the table and picking up the flask to pour the wine, he decisively ordered: "Elleras, go and invite all the lords to come." ”

"Yes!" Elleras casually put down his glass and walked out quickly.

"Omrod." Seinhill poured his wine and turned to Elerath: "Help me get more wine glasses and food, I and the lord are busy tonight." ”

"Yes, father." Omrod also went out.

Seenhill came over with his glass in his hand, his eyes shining like jewels: "No one else is here now, if there is nothing to say, you can say it." (To be continued.) )