What was happening in the distance on Fort Shwin, but now it was being watched by Olsen and Gillim from the tower.

When he saw Morey waving his hand for Absolon to leave, and without looking at the fleeing prince, he personally held the fallen warrior to the ground, and the half-elf elf's eyes flashed.

Looking at the dark shadow that disappeared at the end of the alley, Olsen turned and patted the Ranger captain on the shoulder.

"Let's go, Gillym!"

"Elder Olson, where are we going?"

"Oh, is it to see Lord Morey? Elder ......"

Olsen smiled and shook his head, "No, let's go find a gift for our beloved Commander Morey!" ”

The chest cavity is like a bellows that has been violently pulled by someone, rising and falling violently while exhaling bursts of hot air.

"Damn it!"

Absolon panted and ran deep and shallow through the winding alleys, unable to understand why he had been able to recognize himself by the group behind him despite changing several identities in a row.

Suddenly, Absolon suddenly stopped, and looked at the alley in front of him with a gloomy face.

"Your Highness the Prince! You'd better come with us! Elder Olsen, a half-elf, walked out of the alley and said to him.

......

The large banquet table in the large hall was covered with a thick green tablecloth, and Morey and his generals were carefully studying the route and plan for the next march.

"We have to evacuate today, does anyone have a problem?"

As everyone shook their heads, a short palm was raised.

"My lord, we're in trouble." Gourd said stiffly.

"What's going on?" Morey propped his hands on the edge of the table and propped him up.

"One of our goblin ships has a problem with its steam engine and needs to be repaired immediately!"

"How long will it take?" Morey asked with a frown.

"We'll be able to fix it by daylight tomorrow!"

"It's been too long, I'll just give you the time until sunset now. If it can't be repaired, it will blow up the goblin spaceship directly! ”

"Anyone else has questions? If not, let's move on to the next topic! ”

Seeing that no one had any doubts, Morey was about to ask the warrior to push away another combat map.

Hyde walked up to Morey at this time and carefully reminded, "My lord, Gillim is still waiting outside!" ”

"Alright, that's all for today's meeting!"

Gillum, who had been waiting outside for a long time, stepped into the room as soon as he heard Morey summon him, and he was already a little impatient.

"Lord Morey, this is the elder of our tribe, Elder Olsen!"

From the very beginning when Gillim came in, Morey noticed the half-elf in front of him.

Unlike a thin-blooded half-elf like Gillym, the elven features on the half-elf elder in front of him were more obvious, if it weren't for the slightly rounded face, Morey would have thought he saw an elf.

"Olsen, I've seen Lord Morey!"

Olsen bent down and bowed to Morey, much to the relief of Gillym, who had been worried.

I am most afraid that this elder with strong self-esteem will not be able to let go of the glory of the past and treat this Lord Morey arrogantly.

In fact, Gillim was too worried, not to mention that the current half-elf tribe had reached the moment of peril, even in the most prosperous years of Baier City, facing a general with 10,000 soldiers (Olsen only regarded the troops in front of him as all that Morey had), he was also amiable.

The arrogance of the half-elf elder is also divided!

"Thank you for the gift, Elder Olsen!"

Morey also had some emotion, but he didn't expect that not long after an hour, His Royal Highness the prince was tied up, stuffed with a rag and thrown to his headquarters.

And the one who sent him here was the Gillim who said before that he was going to find his clansmen, and the return of this ranger with a great sense of responsibility naturally means that he has found his clansmen.

"Your Excellency Morey is polite, if you hadn't rescued them from those slave hunters, I wouldn't know how to tell their relatives!" Speaking of this, the elder also became a little excited, he put his fingers together and folded his hands on his forehead, and bowed respectfully to Morey.

This is the highest etiquette in the elven clan to express gratitude to the benefactor, the hands folded in front of the forehead represent the supreme status of the object of the gift in their own minds, and the shadow of the palm hangs down just enough to block the tears that come out of the eyes, so that the giver will not be rude because of excitement, and because the shadow covers the upper half of the face, the light and shadow will highlight the high nose bridge and slightly tilted chin, making the whole ceremony more holy.

It's easy to say, but making a qualified "thanksgiving gift" is quite a test of the giver's level. How to stand and how to stack are habits that take years to polish before the body instinctively forms.

Olsen presented this gift to Morey, both to express his excitement and to improve his status in Morey's mind.

After all, a half-elf elder with rich experience and a well-related heritage is much more valuable than a half-elf elder in a mountain and forest tribe.

Olson's purpose for this trip was much the same as that of Gillum, who wanted to work for Morey.

Olsen, however, wanted to catch Morey's ride and move the entire tribe to the Bicester Mountains.

Although Morey had told him that it was the time of the beast tide in the Bicester Mountains, which was extremely dangerous, the half-elf elder still insisted.

"Sir Morey, perhaps for you to go to the Bicester Mountains now is looking for death! But for us, staying here is really waiting for death! No matter how dangerous the Bicester Mountains are, there is always a silver lining, but staying here is really lifeless! ”

Since everyone said so, Morey had no reason to stop it, so he readily agreed.

Olsen was naturally overjoyed, and in return, he contributed five giant thunder beasts, two large and three small.

Looking at the thunder beast in front of him, which was bigger than Hyde's four-horned demon rhino, Morey lost his mind for a moment.

This huge animal is somewhat similar to the combination of a triceratops and a tortoise in the previous life, and the hard barbed carapace is comparable to the defense of an iron plate, even if a cannonball hits it, at most it will break the spikes on it, but it can only rub an arc on the smooth and hard carapace and leave helplessly.

The battering ram at the tail indicates that the big man is not a good man who does not fight back, and it is said that even the dragon has to avoid such a long-tailed sweep in the face of the wielding bone hammer.

Such a powerful demonic beast is naturally not something that the declining half-elf tribe can tame, in fact, if it weren't for Gillimu's chance to save a small beast trapped in a deep pit, it would be impossible for the half-elf tribe to intersect with the powerful thunder beast.

Even now, the relationship between the Thunderbeasts and the Half-Elf tribe is a fair partnership, with the Half-Elves taking care of their lives and the Half-Elves taking care of their goods or houses.

With the help of five powerful thunderbeasts, more wagons were freed up to be used to carry the wounded or to provide provisions, and the entire team's strained means of transport suddenly became richer.