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Wu Chen, who drank the broken pieces again, didn't do anything bad. I slept very attentively. Well, I don't know what the reason is lately, but I'm very attentive every time I sleep. Fall asleep in bed, sleep soundly, sleep soundly until death, sleep until dawn. As soon as my eyes opened, alas, my whole body was refreshed.

When he woke up, the dragon scales had become the protagonist of the mangrove poems.

The elves did not exaggerate the charm of their own people too much, and in the poem they said, 'The drunken dragon hunter could not bear to refuse the elf's request, and took out the beautiful dragon scales and quietly placed them in the palm of the buoy hostess's hand. Describes the origin of dragon scales.

Although it seems to be flat and straightforward, between the lines, there is still some pride unique to elves.

For example, slightly drunk, unbearable, quiet, palms.

The clever use of these specific words describes a wonderful mood that cannot be expressed. All of a sudden, the image of the buoy hostess is hazy, vivid and reverie. Borrowing dragon scales, dragon hunters, as rhyme feet, vaguely praise the buoy hostess.

This is a response to the Golden Forest Psalms.

Not only does it continue the story of the dragon hunter, but it also proves the identity of the dragon hunter with the new dragon scales. Echoing the Golden Forest chapters before and after, it becomes a complete elven psalm.

The poem spread not only to the Dark Forest, the Golden Forest, but also to the valley of the western foot of the Misty Mountains. and the more distant shore of Grey Harbor.

Wait for Wu Chen to see the Chief Elder again. That is, the buoy hostess in the poem. Good fellow, the neatly arranged pieces of brilliant dragon scales have been set on the placket of the robe on the left chest overnight. Transformed a beautiful slim robe into a dragon scale armor with defensive functions. And it firmly protects the most important part of the heart.

Wu Chen wanted to resign, but before he could speak, he was politely rejected by the buoy hostess with one banquet after another.

After drinking for three days in a row, Wu Chen couldn't hold it anymore, but the witch was fine. After fighting one by one, the big drunkards among the elves have been put down several times!

Anyway, every time Wu Chen wanted to say goodbye, he was politely rejected by the buoy hostess again and again. Banquets one after another. The more you drink the wine, the better. 10 years, 20 years, 30 years......

It wasn't until he was poured for ten days that Wu Chen patted his head and suddenly woke up: "You say, what else have I not done?" Displeased Elder Ayuna? ”

Bayonetta smiled and blinked, "I'm going to ask Mistress Elenia." ”

Wu Chen hurriedly called the red-haired female elf, inside and out, and interrogated her strictly.

Finally, the well-fed red-haired elf leaked her breath.

Kiss of the Lady of the Golden Forest!

This is the place where there is no echo in the upper and lower poems!

Wu Chen brought the thousand-year-old elixir, the Golden Forest gave the light of Elendil, and Wu Chen took the Mellon tree species from the Golden Forest. The mangrove forest accepted the Mellon tree species, and Wu Chen decorated the smile of the golden lady with Mithril. He also used dragon scales to protect the chest of the mistress of the buoy......

However, what about the kiss of the Lady of the Golden Forest?

This is the only flaw in the next part of the entire elven long poem. However, the elven poet who pursues perfection will never allow such obvious flaws!

How can this be broken?

Don't panic! Let's break it down......

The Lady of the Golden Forest, apparently, can only correspond to the buoy hostess.

What does the kiss correspond to? Obviously, it can't be a 'kiss' anymore. In this way, repetition arises, both rhetorical and narrative, which is taboo in poetry. In addition, the next part is more grand, more enthusiastic, and more passionate than the first......

Could it be ......

Wu Chen's female companion thought so, in fact, every elf in the mangrove forest, including the buoy hostess, also thought so.

However, if this kind of thing is not for the great dragon hunter, the male protagonist of the poem, who took the initiative to bow down under the pomegranate skirt and pleaded with a kiss in a tender whisper, how could the buoy mistress be upside down?!

So, things are here.

Of course, not just anyone can become the protagonist of the elf's long poem.

Just as the Lady of the Golden Forest would not give away her blonde hair casually, let alone give anyone a kiss, the Dragon Hunter, Mithril, the Giant Wolf, the Light of Elendil, the Mellon Species, the Dragon Scales, and the Millennial Elixir!

These shining words have become heavy weights, forcing the elves into a desperate situation!

The people don't say it, but the invisible pressure is multiplying day by day.

Although the psalms that have been passed out can be said to be unfinished drafts, there are strict rules on the time from the first draft to the completion of the poems.

I said hostess, are you still going to do it?!

"Mistress, he's watching you!" The buoy hostess, who had been wandering the world all night, was suddenly awakened eagerly by the maid beside her.

Sure enough, his eyes subconsciously swept towards the venue, only to see that the dragon hunter had already walked to the center with a wine glass.

"I came from the far east, and when I was born, the whole forest whispered my name (Alsace:...... ）。 I have crossed the great seas, crossed the towering mountains, walked the barren lands, and walked through the magnificent grasslands. I sleep with the stars, I am with the dew, I kiss death, victory is watered with blood!

Because, I'm a dragon hunter.

I thought I was out of enthusiasm anymore, I thought I had become calm enough. So my sword dared to collide with the dragon, and my body could withstand ice and fire! However, the moment I looked at you, the light burned my eyes, and fear pierced my soul. Every time you look at me, it's like a leather whip with a heavy memory! I can't imagine that the quagmire of scoundrels, scoundrels, and slave traders could blossom into such pure and delicate flowers......"

This monologue is too sensational.

Everyone present was deeply moved. Including buoy hostess. Even she couldn't help but open her mouth several times to confide in her heart.

However, the initiator of everything, Wu Chen, knelt on one knee again. With great humility, he said, "I want nothing else." Just. Give me a piece of my heart, let me live in your heart. ”

Woo -

Not to mention the buoy hostess, the hearts of all the female elves present are about to melt!

Including the elven poets who wiped their tears and wrote hard.

Compared with the ending that everyone imagined at the beginning, all this that was being staged in front of me is a hundred streets away!

"It was so touching, so perfect. Too...... Elf! "Everyone was crying.

Even the two witches who had been following Wu Chen's side were deeply shocked. But Ophelia sighed: "Master, it's evolved again......"

Wu Chen's pursuit now is not just physical (=.=), but spiritual resonance.

This is also the natural change and improvement after evolving into a person with strong mental power. It's like getting tired of watching cavalry dismount and turn to infantry, and then start preferring master erotic movies again. The pursuit is not only the visual impact, but also the release of the soul.

So, Wu Chen used an inner monologue to achieve a great elf poem.

There is no need to repeat the rest of the matter, although Wu Chen did not ask for the body of the buoy hostess, not even a kiss. But the buoy hostess has long since been completely degraded.

The elves are immortal species, in the days without Wu Chen's company. She had too much time to reminisce. Unlike humans, elves' emotional bonds are so strong and resilient that memories will only sink her deeper.

Wu Chen's apocalyptic monologue inspired the poet's creation of the landslide. Soon, the revised poem was once again widely circulated, this time even more far-reaching than the last. The daimyo of the dragon hunters has begun to spread to the more remote mountains and forests.

Of course, the human world is a different story. The poetry of the elves is just an afternoon dessert for the nobles, and ordinary people don't even know the elven language, so how can they know who the dragon hunter is.

Wu Chen suddenly forced him in the heart of the elf, and pulled him very high. The elder group of Mangrove Castle even announced to the outside world that Wu Chen was the eternal male owner of the buoy.

When Wu Chen and Meijiu went on the road together and returned to Changhu Town, a lonely figure stood at the spire of Mangrove Castle and never left for a long time.

Before the tavern owner of Changhu Town could speak, the messenger from the dark forest had already appeared in front of Wu Chen.

"Free people of the Golden Forest, owners of Mangrove Castle, salute the great dragon hunters! My master, King of the Dark Forest, awaits you. ”

"Please lead the way." Wu Chen greeted with a smile.

Sure enough, as Daddy said, the name of the person is the shadow of the tree.

Previously, Wu Chen tried his best to go around Middle-earth, just to get a ticket to visit the Elf King's Palace. Now that it is famous, the Elf King personally sent someone to invite him!

Sure enough, it's called ginseng......

The poems from the Golden Forest and Mangrove Fort are actually repeatedly proving the identity of Wu Chen's dragon hunters. Otherwise, where did all those Mithril and dragon scales come from?

Even the orcs of Fransburg don't know the underground collection of the dragon slayer Fran!

As a result, these dragon scales of unknown origin have become the best annotation of Wu Chen's identity. So, the elven king of the dark forest also believed.

Subconsciously stroking the left side of his face, Thranduil sat in front of the antler-shaped throne, waiting for the dragon hunter to appear. However, as several giant wolves rushed into the main hall carrying their respective masters, the left side of the Elven King's face began to burn again!

Apparently, the Elf King got enough information from the Long Lake Town Hotel. also knows Wu Chen's identity as a dragon hunter. The combination of the two, Wu Chen's intention to visit him is very obvious.

"As you heard, I have faced the serpent of the north alone." After the pleasantries, Thranduil opened up the conversation.

"Fire Dragon or Cold Dragon?" Wu Chen asked.

"A fire-breathing dragon." Thranduil couldn't help but touch the left side of her face. Fortunately, this time he controlled it and did not show the terrifying subcutaneous organization to Wu Chen. Trying to calm his mind, Thranduil took out a scale.

"Before he could burn me with fire, I jumped on the dragon's back and chopped off this scale." Thranduil pointed to his forehead, indicating where the scales came from.

"Where?"

"In the beginning...... The final location is the Blighted Wasteland. ”

Every king has a secret.

Wu Chen didn't ask him where the battle was at the beginning, it was enough to know that the last location was in the withered wasteland. And according to the Elven King's description, the one he met was completely different from Smaug, who had already died in the mouth of the fire dragon.

This is Wu Chen's chance.

After learning in detail about the encounter with the dragon, and carrying the simple map drawn by the elf king, Wu Chen said goodbye and left. (To be continued......)