The increase in population has revitalized the young race of Night Elves. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Originally, near the Well of Eternity, except for the five of them and Mirune's visit, there were few other people's voices, but now, there were fiery voices everywhere. Leaving behind the fangs and crooked bodies of the original trolls, as well as the cave-dwelling lifestyle, the newborn Night Elves enthusiastically integrated into a new life.

What they had not been able to think of before suddenly became clear after soaking in the Well of Eternity.

For example, these wooden houses made by Allen, they didn't think the rows of wooden lumps were of any use at first, but after sleeping in the woods for several nights in a row, they finally understood the advantages of wooden houses.

This is a treasure!

As long as the night elves who have lived in it will have this feeling, the wind can't blow in, the rain can't blow, the air in the house is not good, and they can open the windows for ventilation. When they lived in the foothills of Mount Hyjal, it didn't rain in the cave, but when the rainy season came, the ground would become so wet that it would be useless to throw hay, and their faces would be covered with mud when they lay on it.

Damp firewood is usually very difficult, and you say that you live in a cave, even if the other three sides are stone walls, but one side is always ventilated. The rest of the time was fine, but when the cold wind poured in, the people of the tribe could only huddle around the fire wrapped in the fur of wild beasts, and they could not sleep at night when it was particularly cold, because once they fell asleep and let the fire go out, the man would not wake up.

However, in a wooden house, the room temperature is basically constant, and the humidity outside is not the same as the humidity inside the house. After sleeping in a wooden hut once, you will never want to live outside again, with rocks as pillows and sky as a blanket - no one wants to.

But here's the problem.

The first houses they built couldn't accommodate so many people, and even if a few people were crammed into one room, only half of them could fit. So what about the rest, you can't let them sleep outside every day.

Allen can see that in this era, there is no class difference, and everyone eats a big pot of rice. No wonder when he told Aishara to let her be the queen, the other party didn't agree, it turned out that in her eyes, the so-called queen was with the village officials, just in charge of this group of people, and came up with ideas or something.

So the Night Elves have been in harmony lately, and the house is squeezed together, and then they are rushing to build another house.

The only thing to be thankful for is that there is no shortage of labor now, and Alan used the pitiful faith points he had accumulated with great difficulty to exchange for two furnaces, and let Ravenkeith and Jarey teach them how to mine, smelt and forge them hand-in-hand, and after making copper axes, let them chop wood and come back.

For those women who were short on labor, Alan threw a loom and a beginner's tailor's guide to Azhara and told her to study.

Alan didn't have so much effort to put so much effort into these trivial matters, he was fiddling with those alchemy tools alone, continuing Milune's research, he hadn't seen him for so many days, he was a little bit thinking about the fawn, if she was here, there should be a way to help Alan solve the problem of incomplete alchemy reaction.

But on the fifth day of Mirune's being taken away by her sister Lunara, a conflict broke out that had already been planted and the seeds had already been planted.

The reason was that one of the Night Elves in charge of the hunting group shot an arrow at the dryad, half-hidden behind the treetops, which provoked a frenzied retaliation from the rangers, and a skirmish soon began in the area of the forest.

At first, the Night Elves and the Dryad suffered casualties, but soon, when the captain of the Forest Patrol Guard, Lunara, appeared, the situation on the battlefield immediately became one-sided, she could unbelievably manipulate the vines to bind the Night Elves, and then bloom poisonous flowers, and according to the description of the Night Elves who retracted the report, what was even more incredible was that the thick ancient trees in the forest actually appeared from the bark of human faces, and then rose from the ground to attack them.

In this battle, only two people from the 7-person hunting team finally escaped back, no, it was not so much to escape back, but to be released by the other party, so that they could bring back a oral training-

"War is coming."

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In the woods, the inhabitants of the quiet forest are converging in a clearing.

The leaping light of the fire reflected the bodies of each of them, or each of them seemed strange compared to the image of the average "human", but there was no doubt that they were part of the forest.

And at the center of the line of sight, the one that was illuminated the most by the firelight, was Lunara's figure. Her thorny hair was furious and sharp, as furious as the leaping firelight in front of her: "Those purple-skinned barbarians are so deceitful, if it was forgivable that they only hunted animals within their own range, what they have done lately has been outrageous. Not only did I cut down the forest on a large scale, but I also crossed the border to attack my sister, and I couldn't bear it anymore! ”

She flicked the thorny whip hard, and with a snap she whipped the stones on the ground to pieces, as if it were the purple-skinned brute she hated in her eyes.

"I propose to punish those purple-skinned barbarians, and destroy them completely!"

Lunara's toughness is rare even in the forest, compared to her other sisters, as well as the forest animals, tree people, are much more tame.

"Actually, you just need to expel them from the forest, and you don't have to fight each other to the death. Those purple-skinned barbarians seem to wield a very sharp weapon, so we will probably suffer heavy casualties. ”

"Let's ask the god of the forest for advice on this kind of thing."

"It's just, maybe it's a misunderstanding."

Lunara's stomach was about to explode at the words of the people around her, especially from her sisters, who had been living in this cozy forest all day long before fantasizing about the ethereal peace. Without the protection of Patriarch Cenarius, the so-called peace would have been a joke, but Lunara's own eyes had seen those pointy-eared, fanged creatures, brutal battles, they drank blood, did not spare a living creature in front of them, and would even laugh and eat each other's corpses after killing each other.

In her opinion, except for the lack of teeth and the difference in skin color, the Night Elves were no different from those cruel trolls, and her naïve sisters, did they really think that the other party would let them go after they pounced on them?

Everything that happens today is the best proof.

Lunara's high-pitched voice interrupted the chatter, and although it didn't really spew fire out of her mouth, she was like an angry she-dragon: "What misunderstanding, Althea's death is a misunderstanding, and so are the injured sisters?" ”

Her roar finally silenced all the opposition.

Yes, there were people on their side who died, and the other side was the same, 5 out of 7 people were killed, and this war was destined to start from the time one side began to attack the other, maybe it was the unconscious arrow of the Night Elf hunter, or maybe it was the stone spear thrown by his sisters, but now, there was no point in discussing the necessity of war.

Seeing that everything around her was quiet, Lunara finally restrained her temper and said, "Very good, it seems that we have reached a consensus, then the next step is how to eliminate the other party, of course, I can promise you that if the other party honestly withdraws from the forest and promises never to come back, I can also do it less." ”

The subtext of this sentence is, if the other party wants to resist, don't blame me for being ruthless.

In the darkness where the firelight could not shine, Mirune looked at the flickering firelight, pursed her lips with her angry sister, and then spread her hooves and quickly escaped into the trees behind her.