The Dryads and Jungle Guardians took most of the creatures with them and migrated westward, but there were some options that stayed in the forest, and Milune the fawn was one of them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But compared to her optimism and confidence, the other creatures of the forest apparently didn't have much affection for the Night Elves, and only reluctantly stayed for fear of a migration that would make it difficult for them to find their place in the new environment, just like the dark trolls who insisted on staying in the foothills of Mount Hyjal.

After the large army of the forest moved away, the whole forest became a lot quieter, as if the buildings were empty all of a sudden.

The Night Elves could also feel the gloom.

"There was more prey in the vicinity when I passed." Jare complained.

Now that the battle is over, but the Night Elves still have to go on, the warriors are back to their old ways of hunting.

However, the problem is that the animals in the forest have moved to a much smaller number of prey nearby, and they are all small animals such as rabbits and badgers, which cannot fill the stomachs of so many people, so every time they hunt, they have to go to a considerable distance away, and the problem of rations is becoming more and more scarce day by day.

The people's diet is a problem that needs to be solved urgently, and it is even ahead of Allen's consideration of how to reproduce the population.

In fact, as a race transformed from dark trolls, the fertility rate of the Night Elves at this time was not low.

There is always a kind of inertia in life, and the higher the level of matter, the lower the productivity, and it will be inversely proportional to the length of life. Take a look at the dragons, they are the best proof, in the heyday of the dragons, their wings stretched to cover the sky, but as time passed, the dragon veins directly under them did not exist, even the red dragon queen Alexstasa could not escape such a fateful arrangement, even if she loved each of her dragon eggs and life.

The same goes for the Night Elves and other long-lived races, but right now, they don't have to worry about reproduction, and what they really need to think about and worry about is how to keep their newborns alive.

Trolls have a high birth rate, but the death rate is also high, especially when the dark trolls originally lived in the foothills of Mount Hyjal, the living space was narrow, the living conditions were harsh, and at the same time they had to constantly face all kinds of natural disasters and diseases, sometimes hunger was also a knife hanging over their heads, when the winter of extreme cold and food shortages hit, the first to be unable to support it were those infant toddlers and children with insufficient intake.

After all, according to the return of the dark trolls, the warriors in charge of the hunt must be fed first, the elderly, women, and children.

Every child develops from infancy to adulthood, and all of them go through several life and death hurdles to achieve. In addition, even hunting is full of dangers, so the people of the Night Troll have not been prosperous.

Alan felt that since they were their gods, they should always be fed at the very least.

He had fantasized about cultivating rice and wheat in the plains to the east, but not to mention whether the troll forces were still entrenched there, but at least with the current population of the Night Elves, it was impossible to expand any further, so in that case, he had to set his sights on the self-sufficiency that could be used in the forest.

To be honest, the forest is too humid and not enough light, so it is not suitable for growing crops.

For example, there is a bamboo forest on the side of the Well of Eternity, where bamboo shoots can be dug up, and where there are trees, there are indispensable decomposers such as mushrooms, even if they are poisonous, they can be eaten after purifying with the well water of the Well of Eternity, as for the original in order to test the taste of the spices, Alan asked Fiz to bring back a lot of plants and wild fruits, including even bananas that can be used as food, but Alan has tried, the taste of this banana is a little different from the banana we generally know, lack of sweetness, And it has an astringent taste when you eat it.

In addition, Alan thought of a plant that could be grown in the forest, he didn't know much about agriculture, but he still knew about rice and potatoes, which were humid and rained frequently, and continuous rain could easily cause drought and flooding, so it was not suitable for growing crops such as sorghum and wheat.

Alan had already planned, wasn't there a long river in the middle of the forest. At that time, when the Forest Patrol Guards and the Forest Alliance were still there, it was considered the Chu River and Han Boundary between them, and now that the people are gone, Allen simply asked people to cut down some nearby trees, divert water along the way to make paddy fields to grow rice, and by the way, they can also raise fish.

As for potatoes, they seem to be able to survive in any soil, and they prefer shade and humidity, and they can be found everywhere in places like forests, so just drop the seeds.

In fact, Alan doesn't have too deep opinions about this, and he only has two weapons.

1. Don't worry about the seeds of the crop, they can be exchanged.

2. He has Mirune, a genius for alchemy plus herbology.

For this reason, Alan directly found Mirune, and by the way, Azara-

He experienced a little bit of the division of labor between the chief and the leader in a dark troll, in non-war times, his so-called war hero and army commander is not as good as Azhara in ten words, so whenever he wants to organize people to do something, he simply brings Ashara over, explains the situation in person, and then asks her to do mobilization, anyway, everyone loves Ashara.

Accompanied by the maid, Azhara went to Tang Cheng's alchemy hut again, and saw him scribbling on animal skin.

Because of the production of mining ore and metal, the thing called the pen has been put on the stage of history by Allen in advance, although the ink used is smoke ink made of pine firing, and the pen has been mentioned before, it is a dipping pen cut by metal processing with Allen's arcane, but the paper has no manpower and material resources to make it for the time being, and it is generally either the inside of the bark lying down, or the skin of the animal, anyway, the material is not large, and Alan is the only one who will do it.

He now occasionally teaches Mirune to read, but he didn't think about popularizing it among the Night Elves, after all, the cultural span between the two is too large, and the teaching difficulty is also very high, and the top priority now is to develop the population, so that everyone can live better by filling their stomachs, as for education, this kind of thing can be slowed down in such a barbaric environment.

When Azhara entered, the door to the hut was not closed, so she saw what Eren was doing, and she made a silent gesture to Mirune, who was going to be the size of Alan, and then crept to Alan's side and looked over the parchment he was scribbling on.

There were traces of ink on the yellowed vellum, and while Aysara was once again amazed by Alan's creativity, she seemed to realize something, what Eren was drawing felt inexplicably familiar, but it didn't match her memory, she thought about it, until Eren shouted "Done!" Then he put down his pen.

"What are you doing?" Aishara asked.

She noticed that Eren next to her had a slight smug smile on his face, something he hadn't done before he had defeated the troll in the snap of a finger.

"Here's the map." He said with a little mystery.