The wild boar stretched his waist, 'fierce fighting' for so long, and finally a little sleepy and found a place to rest. His stretching posture was twitching his four hooves, after all, his shoulders did not have joints that could move at 270 degrees.

With a thought, the roar of a giant bear was heard in the distance, and the figure of the Shadow Leopard began to scurry through the trees. The rakshasa who was sleeping leaning against the trunk of the tree also woke up from his dream and began to look for dry wood and dead leaves under the surrounding trees. Finally, after such a long period of boredom, the master's order was ushered in, and the three beasts prepared the barbecue plan ordered by the master.

Lin Yutian smacked his lips, lay under the tree and began to rest, looking at the yellow trough that had grown to a small half, and there was an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Soon, the Storm Bear brought in the delicious venison, and the two Shadow Leopards began to peel and cut the flesh with their sharp claws, and the neat pieces of venison were preliminarily processed. Rakshasa's job was to wear the flesh on non-poisonous branches, something she had done once before and was quite familiar with at this time.

This kind of thing is without Aina, and it still needs the cooperation of Prancy, although the old man can only watch and can't eat, but he can also condense a small flame for ignition through this wisp of spiritual power.

The Storm Bear sat quietly waiting, wiping his saliva as the boar glared at him, while the Shadow Leopard stood quietly, waiting for the venison to be cooked. The main roasting officer is naturally a rakshasa with two hands, and I have to say that people walking upright to free their hands is definitely the beginning of civilization.

All the tribes here were created by gods, and it seems that they have nothing to do with Darwin's theory of evolution.

Lin Yutian enjoyed the barbecue meat that was simply roasted and seasoned without seasonings, and his heart was still satisfied. The Storm Bear and the Shadow Leopard also got some of it, and began to feast on it. Only the rakshasa himself. Looking at the palm-sized barbecue, I didn't know how to put my mouth for a while.

"Don't eat meat?" The boar asked with a frown. Elves aren't all vegetarians, are they? There's no reason for that, it's in the village of Rakshasa. What do you want so many hunters to do?

"Master, I don't eat venison."

"For what?" Lin Yutian's words were a little tough, and Rakshasa frowned, lowered his head and bit down a small bite, and then covered his mouth and vomited.

The wild boar blinked, what's going on?

"Please punish the master, I can't eat it." The rakshasa suddenly knelt down, as if he felt that it was a great sin not being able to fulfill the boar's order.

"If you can't eat it, you won't eat it. Go find something to satisfy your hunger. The boar took this as a matter of personal taste, and when the Rakshasa had fled, he said quietly:

"The deer is the totem and sacred beast of some elven tribes."

Lin Yutian couldn't help but have black lines on her head, did she force the Rakshasa to trample on her faith just now? However, the effectiveness of the soul contract is indeed extraordinary. "The deer is not very aggressive, and it is not vicious, how can anyone use this as a totem?"

"Do you have to be a vicious monster to make a totem?" Prancy scoffed at Lin Yutian's statement, "You have to know that the living habits and living areas of each race are different. In addition to the belief in various gods, it is normal to have a regional lineage. ”

Prancy immediately turned into Mr. Teach, and since he ate it, he also wanted to make the wild boar eat badly. "You don't have to make that look. This is a very profound knowledge that will help you understand the nature of this worldly realm. Listen quickly, in distant antiquity......"

A few hundred miles away from the site of Prancy's nagging. On the other side of Fillingmore, a long queue trotted forward. This will protect the queue on the way.

Powerful orc warriors can run for long periods of time without difficulty, while elves who appear to be a little weak can still run on both wings. But it is also a rare phenomenon.

The melodious sound of the flute wafted in the air, like the music of a fairy flying in the forest. Nuo Yan chatted with the old city lord who followed him without saying a word, although the old man was well-informed, at this time he only listened and expressed some opinions from time to time, and he did not like to show off and educate young people like an old magician.

"Lord Film, I don't know much about elves' surnames."

"Elves usually have a surname after the most lu, but I am a little different," the old elf said a few more words, "because Phillingmore was my domain a long time ago, and according to convention, the first word of our name is the name of the place where we are located, so I can only omit the last last name." ”

"Film. Joan Hans. Silburington," Noryan recited the old man's name, "that sounds quite wise. ”

"Your Highness," the city lord of Feilin replied with a smile, he was still more useful for the praise of a foreign prince. He then explained: "Silkmillton is the holy spring of Fillingmore, and it is only after the rite of passage that he can add this title to his name." ”

"I see," Nuo Yan said he wasn't very interested, and then moved on to the conversation. It's always good to learn more about the customs of the elves after a boring journey......

With a slight sound of breaking the air, more than a dozen wingless arrows sank into the necks of several elves who fell behind the queue, and these arrows were powerful and landed very accurately, all of which were in the throats of these NPCs, so that these elves who interfered with some formations in the forest died directly.

More than a dozen figures followed silently in the direction of the arrow, and behind them, a series of sturdy figures moved rapidly. If you look closely, in the jungle behind the envoys and elven guards, countless figures are chasing forward in a long straight line, their eyes cold, their pointed ears listening to the inaudible sound of the flute, and their longbows in their hands.

A quarter of an hour later, the jungle had not yet come to an end, and the quiet forest felt a little stuffy.

There was no roar of demonic beasts, no cheerful bird calls and insect chirping, but the fragrance of flowers wafting in the surrounding air was faint and faint, and the murmuring of running water could not be heard.

"Your Highness, I feel that something is wrong around me." The old city lord of Filin whispered, "It's too quiet around, and the animals that live here don't know where they go." ”

"Huh?" Nuo Yan looked up and looked around, but he was in the middle of the line, and he couldn't detect anything unusual. It's just that this jungle is indeed too quiet. "The guard post expands its range!"

"The guard post expands its range!"

In this way, the shouts reached the front and back of the ranks, and the sound grew louder and louder in the sound of horses' hooves, and more than twenty horsemen searched everywhere.

"Stop advancing, all the troops are on alert!" Without warning, Nuo Yan shouted this order, "Change the defensive formation!" ”

"What's wrong, Your Highness?" The old city lord of Feilin couldn't help but have some questions, and Nuo Yan pointed to the flying birds hovering in the forest on one side, and whispered:

"Someone."

"Your Highness, why don't we go back and wait for the honor guard of the royal court to come......" Old Fei Lin pinched his sweat, he had realized what was going to happen, it was not much different from what he expected. But he was only a city lord, and although he managed one-tenth of the territory of the Baier Empire, he was still only a pawn in this level of struggle.

The prince of the God of War Alliance can't be allowed to have an accident, otherwise it will definitely be a full-scale war between the Bayer Empire and the God of War Alliance, which will be a disaster for both countries.

Most of the more than 1,000 guards were warriors of the orc clan, and after Nuo Yan's order was given, they quickly ran and formed a circular defensive array, and the outermost warriors hid their upper bodies behind the iron shield, looking vigilantly at the surrounding group of elves.

The elven army that came with them looked a little overwhelmed, and the old Filin, who could give orders, was on the side of the promise at this time, and they could only maintain their formation and stand on both flanks, some of them couldn't understand what the orcs were doing.

The rapid sound of the flute suddenly sounded in all directions, and it was magically synthesized into a tune, which was natural and corresponding.

The sound of swishing through the air sounded rapidly, and black wind waves blew in the surrounding forests, and the arrows that had been shooting straight through the gaps in the forest quickly cut through the gaps in the trees, burrowing into the bodies of the elves on both sides.

The howl is the accompaniment of the piccolo. (To be continued......)