More than two thousand, nearly three thousand druids, squatting on the ground with their fingers crossed, nibbling on sour fruits, while watching the warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe eat jerky and drink ale.

The taste in the hearts of the druids is sour than the fruit in their hands.

In order to respect the customs of the druids, Alan did not want to make any extraneous problems, so the warriors were forbidden to light bonfires.

But Meng Rui is a big fat man with luxury, and he is also a senior foodie, since he is not allowed to make a fire to barbecue meat, so he sets up a portal and goes back to the camp to roast it and bring it over.

Whole salo beasts roasted raw, scented rock frog legs, the finest crystal grapes from the Duchy of Lotral, the broth stewed by Liv, the wife of Babylon the Great, a dazzling array of clean and juicy fruits, and delicate wheat cakes mixed with meat floss, were all laid out in front of the warriors.

The tribal warriors had already raised their mouths, disgusted that the rock frog legs brought back by Meng Rui were not tender, and they all fed the horned wing python.

Nandez was secretly amazed that a small snake with the size of a palm could eat so much.

I don't know if the soldiers are really heroic or intentional, the best crystal grape brew is like drinking water, drinking half and sprinkling half.

The sound of swallowing saliva resounded across the clearing, sandwiched between the envious eyes of the druids.

Nandez sat down next to Allen with low eyebrows, and asked with an unnatural expression, "That... Your Excellency the Great Lord of the Wasteland, the warriors under your command, do you usually eat these? ”

Alan threw less than half of the roasted hind leg to the ground, and said with a disgusted face: "How can it, Meng Rui's craftsmanship is not good, we usually have a fighting spirit warrior who specializes in lighting fires and a third-order fighting spirit cook, and the food they make is delicious." ”

Nandez gasped, how extravagant the Bloodhoof tribe must be, and actually used a fighting warrior as a cook, this Nima is too frustrating.

Da Yi Ling Ran picked up the roasted hind legs on the ground, and Nandez solemnly said to Allen: "Don't throw things everywhere in the forest. ”

After saying that, Nandez turned around and left with a disgusted expression, walked to a place where no one was, and kicked the roasted hind leg into his arms, ready to sneak back to his little grandson to relieve his hunger.

Seeing Nandez, who had reflexively come back again, Alan smiled and didn't speak, and handed the other party a pot of crystal grape wine.

Nandez swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pushed the flask back to Alan, sighed and then said: "We druids follow the way of nature, do not eat meat, do not drink alcohol, do not kill in vain, do not fight, do not rob, do you know why? ”

Alan shook his head, I'm not stupid, how would I know.

The horned python whispered: "The world of stupid B, only stupid B will understand, quack." ”

"The existence of tradition is not only a constraint, but also a reason." Nandez pointed to his fellow clansmen who were drooling in the distance, and continued, "Almost every druid, when they reach adulthood, will independently comprehend the elemental power of Transfiguration and Wind Wood, because they are strict about following the way of nature. ”

Nandez looked proud, although the druid clan is getting poorer and poorer under his leadership, but at least there are more than a thousand Druid Rangers who can fight at any time, and their strength is above that of high-level magicians.

With this alone, no matter how poor and hard it is, it is worth it.

The horned python on Alan's neck quacked and asked, "What about that old fellow?" ”

"Huh?!" Nandez found that not only was this so-called Great Lord of the Wasteland too unable to talk, but even a broken snake that could speak could poke people's hearts as soon as he opened his mouth.

Because of the horned wing python's words, Nandez suddenly doubted life.

Having said that, Rooney ran out of the Great Forest of Stars more than ten years ago, and when he left, he was at most a forest ranger who was about the same as a high-level magician, but he went undercover in the Holy See for a few years, directly advanced to the Magician, and then mixed with the Bloodhoof Tribe, and now he is an existence comparable to a Magister.

"Rooney... Rooney is an exception, he is a gifted man in his own right, far more savvy than his peers, yes, talented. After Nandez forced an explanation, he almost gave himself a letter.

The reason why Rooney is praised as a legend among the rangers by this group of druids is not because of how high Rooney's cultivation is, but because this guy is too rebellious, and he is also the only outlier who dares to go out of the Great Forest of Stars and mix with the wind and water.

And Rooney doesn't know if it's really a person who drinks water and doesn't forget to dig a well, or if he returns to his hometown in fine clothes, and pours some supplies from outside every once in a while to come back to help these poor guys.

Nandez was silent for a long time, then suddenly frowned and said, "If, if Rooney suffers a big loss at the hands of the elves, or the situation is more serious, what will you and your warriors do?" ”

Alan smiled and said, "Then what else can be done, it is impossible to burn down the Great Forest of Stars with one fire." ”

Nandez secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but there was some unhappiness in his heart, some were happy, and some were not worth it for Rooney, but he still said with a smile: "Yes, after all, the elves can be regarded as standing on the side of the Holy See, if it is really 。。。。。。 ”

Before Nandez could finish speaking, Alan directly and rudely interrupted: "It is definitely impossible to burn the big forest, Lao Tzu will directly lead people to destroy the elves!" ”

After finishing speaking, Alan stood up and said with a hideous face: "It's already night, Nandez, I know that you sent someone to report to the elves, since there is no reply now, you druids will get out of the way for me, otherwise don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people." ”

As soon as Allen's voice fell, a neat metal crash sounded, and a hundred tribal warriors buckled their armor and raised their weapons horizontally.

Nandez's expression changed, this place is less than an hour away from the elf clan, and he has been sending his fellow clan for so long, it stands to reason that he should have come back a long time ago, but there is no news now, and it seems that he can't stop the people of the Bloodhoof tribe.

Just as Nandez racked his brains to delay a little longer, a giant eagle landed on the ground, turned back into human form, and looked at Nandez with an anxious expression.

This druid is not stupid, he didn't speak immediately after noticing the tension, and it seems that the news he brought back is not good, so he doesn't want to anger Alan and the others.

"Say, what's going on!" Nandez asked directly.

"The elves say that Rooney has insulted their king, and that filthy souls should not exist in this sacred forest, and refuse to let people go, refuse to negotiate." After the druid finished speaking, he glanced at Alan with some nervousness.

Who knew that Alan still had that calm expression, looked at Nandez and said lightly: "I believe in you, that's why I wasted so much time with you, Great Sage of Nandez, remember my words, if Rooney has any accident, I will definitely bloodied your druids!" ”

"Bold!" A group of druids looked hostile when they saw Allen's ramblings, and the smell of gunpowder in the air grew stronger.

Even Nandez was a little embarrassed, and said in an unkind tone: "Respect is given to each other, don't forget, this is the Great Forest of Stars, not the Wild Ancient Plains." ”

"Really?" Alan sneered and snapped his fingers slightly.

Two high-pitched dragon groans rang out, and Brad and Doom floated into the air and turned into dragons, wings inciting a massive stream of druids to retreat.

Nandez was secretly frightened, it was actually two dragons of at least the fourth order, no wonder the other party was aggressive.

However, Nandez didn't pay much attention to it, after all, there are special terrain restrictions, even if they start a battle, they may not be afraid of two dragons, and the druids are all proficient in transfiguration, and it is still possible to conjure more than a hundred giant eagles if they can't become dragons.

It's a pity that Nandez's wishful thinking fell through as soon as it started.

Because the horned wing python has also been deformed, to be precise, it is not deformed, but it has become larger.

Becoming larger is equivalent to becoming a fighting posture, and becoming a fighting posture is equivalent to releasing the magic power in its body.

Nandez's mouth grew bigger, and he swore to the god of elves that such a strong element should not exist in any plane at all.

He suddenly felt that his behavior was very stupid, just such a big snake was enough to raze the big forest to the ground, he sweared, he really never thought that there was any species on the Continent of St. Cassis that it could have such a huge elemental power, he had never seen the Holy Order, but he knew that in terms of elemental power alone, compared to this big snake, it was definitely different from cloud and mud, and this one-horned big snake, when he saw it, he knew that his hand-to-hand combat ability was boundless.