Zhao Yuan couldn't help but think of the way the blood elves put transparent spiders again, these spiders couldn't climb up the high slope, couldn't they fall from the high places?

However, everything in the other world could not be inferred according to the logic that Zhao Yuan was used to before. The spider can't even climb the tree, and it's possible that it will fall to its death.

However, the spells did not seem to work at all on these spiders, so the wind created by magic could not blow the spiders.

A fine light flashed in Zhao Yuan's eyes, and he had an idea in his heart. After a while, a blazing white fireball suddenly appeared in the sky outside the elven fortress. This fireball was still small at first, but with the completion of Zhao Yuan's spell, the sky above the elven fortress had completely changed to the sky.

The originally crisp autumn weather instantly turned into a scorching summer, except for the elders who stood still, the surrounding trees couldn't help but roll up their leaves, and they couldn't stand being roasted.

This fireball was originally near the sunlight refractor, and the sharp increase in temperature outside inevitably affected the elven fortress. At this time, the mirror that was originally put down by Zhao Yuan was also removed, and the huge temperature difference between inside and outside suddenly triggered a high-intensity convection of the air, and the elves in the elf fortress only felt a hot wind pouring in from the outside world, stirring the air of the entire elf fortress.

After the temperature in the elven fortress did not rise significantly, Zhao Yuan cut off this fire-based magic, blocked the two sunlight refraction channels, and cast an extremely cold field outside. When the air outside was already extremely cold, Zhao Yuan removed the obstruction on the passage, which once again triggered a surge in the air.

By the time Zhao Yuan returned to the elven fortress, the elves standing or sitting on the trees were already dripping with cold sweat, and their faces were as pale as earth. This two heavens of ice and fire are not easy to bear. But at the same time, due to the violent convection of the air, a lot of wind was blowing in the elven fortress. The elves in the treetops clung to the trunk of the tree so that it did not fall.

Zhao Yuan went to the conference hall again, and in the eyes of his foresight, Zhao Yuan unexpectedly saw that those transparent spiders were blown up by the two winds just now and fell to their deaths. But there are still fish in the corners.

Zhao Yuan was not in a hurry, and used spells to erect half-human-high earthen walls near those areas, and then asked the elves to directly pour water into them, light fires, and fan the wind. As long as it is not the damage caused by the magic element, it can deal a fatal blow to those fragile little spiders.

Finally solved these weird spiders, the big gap in the elf fortress should be a headache again, but this is all left to the great elder and other elves to solve, Zhao Yuan doesn't know anything about alchemy.

Sivir is still unconscious, and the Fourth Elder Ian is now in his cell. He has been sinking like water, and his quiet appearance has made Zhao Yuan more defensive of him.

In the mouths of other elves, Zhao Yuan learned that the fourth elder Ian was actually a very light but excellent elf. He also inherited the extraordinary appearance of the Lambert family, and among the handsome elves, he also belonged to the top looks, and naturally won more favor.

But this information is too one-sided, Zhao Yuan wants to dig out more, the four elders can be said to be protected by the great elder now, and he can't rashly attack him, it's really a headache. Although the Eye of Foresight can be viewed in retrospective time, the longer the time is back, the more mental power exponentially exponentially will be consumed, and Rao is Zhao Yuan will not be able to bear it. This Ian is also calm, in the past month, he has been practicing boringly every day, and he has just recently come out of the level, which makes Zhao Yuanqi, who spent a huge amount of spiritual power to look back, vomit blood.

Hey, anyway, he just needs to protect the safety of the elves, and he doesn't want to care about the other entanglements of love and hatred, and he can't care about it. Zhao Yuan thought with a sigh like a poor old father.

I don't know what method the elves used, and when Zhao Yuan walked out of the conference hall again, the big gap that was blown up actually disappeared, Zhao Yuan walked over and looked at it for a long time in disbelief, but he didn't even see a trace.

An elf next to him saw Zhao Yuan's shocked and inquiring look on his face, and explained with a smile: "Lord Zhao Yuan, the alloy of our elf fortress is actually made with a special plant as the main body, plus an inscription specially adapted to the innate skills of our elves. Those damaged areas only need to be activated by our natural skills, and they will automatically heal like wound healing. ”

Zhao Yuan glared, what else can you do like this? There are really many tricks in the talent and skills of the elf clan.

It can be seen that the elves can be said to have used their natural skills to the extreme, and the shadow of natural skills can be seen everywhere in their lives.

At this time, an elf hurriedly ran over: "Lord Zhao Yuan, the Great Elder, please go to the council hall!"

Zhao Yuan nodded, the Great Elder asked him to go at this time, there must have been something to discover.

Seeing that Zhao Yuan was coming, the Great Elder didn't say much, and said straight to the point: "Your Excellency Zhao Yuan, the lair of the blood elves has been found. ”

Zhao Yuan's eyes lit up, last time they originally planned to find out the lair of the blood elf through David, but who knew that he happened to poke the heart of the Great Elder, and was killed by the Great Elder, which was really a big pity.

This time they found the lair of the blood elves, and they were able to take the initiative to attack, and the blood elves were caught off guard.

"However, how did you find the blood elf's lair this time?" Zhao Yuan asked. The lair of the blood elves has always been outside the monitoring range of the Prophetic Eye, that is to say, outside the elven forest, and the elves rarely go to such a peripheral place, not to mention that it is now in a state of war, and the elves are in a state of shrinkage.

"Do you remember Matt who turned Sivir's swift potion into a plague potion before?" The Great Elder mentioned that Zhao Yuan really had a little impression, this Matt was also a latent blood elf, and he was still Sivir's potion assistant before.

Later, after his plan was revealed, he was arrested, and his mouth was very tight, and he never asked anything. Why did the news suddenly break out at this time?

"I wonder if Your Excellency Zhao Yuan has ever heard of the source of the plague?" said the Great Elder.

"The source of the plague?" Zhao Yuan shook his head, he really hadn't heard of it, what did this thing have to do with the plague potion that time.

"The source of the plague is an ancient legend for us elves. As we all know, elves have the innate ability to make plants grow and reproduce, but even for each elf, the focus of innate abilities is different. That's why some elves work primarily on plantations, while others do other jobs. ”

"Elves' innate skills are broadly divided into three areas, growth, manipulation, and perception. Some elves have an innate ability focused on growth, then they will work on the plantation. Some elves are more control-oriented, and they can make better use of plants for combat, so they are mostly patrolling and working outside. Other elves, who have a strong sense of plants, are assigned to the apothery, as making potions requires a precise sense of the dosage and balance of herbs. Of course, there are also some elves who have a good balance of these three aspects and can do a variety of jobs. ”

"But in addition to the focus on natural skills, there are also mutated talents. The source of the plague is one of them. The last elf with this kind of mutation talent appeared five thousand years ago. Matt is also a mutated gifted elf, but because he is very cautious, he has never been discovered. This mutated talent allows him to use his own blood as a guide to turn anything around him into a source of plague. ”

Zhao Yuan listened, but his face was puzzled: "But I remember, that time Matt seemed to be trying his best to throw a bottle of frozen potion into the crucible, why is this?"

The Great Elder nodded and continued, "That time was because he still had a back hand. Generally speaking, if we accidentally create a failed and dangerous potion in the process of making a potion, we will freeze it with a freezing potion. Because the frozen potion is domineering and has a simple texture, it will hardly react with any potion. ”

"At that time, if Sivir had thrown the bottle of frozen potion that had been dropped into the pot of plague potion, I am afraid that the entire elven clan would be affected by this, and Sivir would naturally not be able to escape the blame, even if she was my daughter and the only heir of the Lambert family. ”

"In this case, the person who made this plan must be the one who knows the true identity of Sivir. Zhao Yuan suddenly exclaimed.

"But this Matt, after our examination, found that he is not a blood elf. "The Great Elder's words are not shocking.

"What? he's not a blood elf, so why would he want to harm Sivir!" Zhao Yuan really couldn't figure it out at this moment. He remembered that when he had probed Matt's past life through the Eyes of Foresight, he had found that he had always been honest and self-contained, except for secretly dripping his own blood into the pot of swift potion and concocting a bottle of frozen potion that was not worthy of the name. This made Zhao Yuan couldn't help but think of the Fourth Elder Ian. If he hadn't seen him kill Sivir with his own eyes, Zhao Yuan wouldn't have been able to see his mind at all.

"There is still a force within the elves, they want to take Sivir's place, Ian is just a pawn of them, even if Ian dies, there will be other elves who will try to take my place. The Great Elder said coldly.

Zhao Yuan narrowed his eyes, and the current situation was getting more and more complicated. He was also puzzled before, although Ian, the elf, had an old grudge with the Great Elder, it was not the Great Elder's fault. Moreover, he lives a very regular life, and he has nothing else to do except cultivation. The mind is also very simple, there is no reason to suddenly want to kill his descendant, the hope of the elven race. And this Matt is the same, he is simple-minded and devoted himself to the study of potions. What's more, he wasn't a blood elf, so how could he know the location of the blood elf's lair?