"Warrior Modo, I don't know if I have the honor to be able to enjoy these delicious grilled fish of yours. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Archelder Druid Lenza Giant Hoof felt ashamed of himself when he said this.

Stubbornness and arrogance have always been the characteristic labels that the natives of the various ethnic groups on the Fila continent have attached to the elves, although it is not nice to say, but in fact it is.

If it were anything else, if it were to kill the Druid Elder Lenza Giant Hoof, he wouldn't do this, and the dead skin would come out with a face almost pleading to a little dwarf.

But when this wonderful taste, which he had not enjoyed for hundreds of years, appeared in front of him, he realized that he was truly in the face of this temptation, and that every cell in his body seemed to be roaring, screaming for him to enjoy these delicacies at all costs......

When Lunza Giant Hoof's request blurted out just now, the rest of the onlookers were immediately amazed, and looking at the expression of the Great Elder Druid, it was also as if he had seen a ghost, but after a while, this expression turned into understanding and envy.

Because the little dwarf was stunned for a while, he actually agreed without hesitation: "Okay! This is my pleasure, please feel free." ”

As soon as the little dwarf's voice fell, the old elder of the druid, with his still agile skills, pounced on the king-sized barbecue grill of Mordo like a vicious dog, and then he unceremoniously picked up the largest grilled fish, and couldn't even wait for the grilled fish to get a little colder.

He once again made the same evil gesture as His Royal Highness the Regent, and stretched out his tongue and licked it on the grilled fish, which was hot and spicy, and the grilled fish was still full of grease, but in a little time, the original neat and elegant appearance of the Great Druid Elder was covered with grease and ingredients.

But Lunza Giant Hoof, with a mesmerized expression, couldn't do that much at all......

"I swear, I never added anything to it! After tasting the grilled fish in his hand again without believing evil, Modo solemnly swore in his heart.

But thinking so, the grilled fish in his hand didn't dare to continue eating, who knows what's strange in it; as for the fat dragon Xiaohei, who was waiting to eat with saliva earlier, he also thought of this at this time, he looked at these seemingly incomparably delicious grilled fish, and his heart was tormented violently, but he never took the step forward to eat.

Mo Duo had caught a total of seven big fish, weighing hundreds of catties, and there were as many as five left, except for the two that His Royal Highness the Lord Regent and the Great Elder Druid were eating, or the two that were licking more accurately.

"If you don't mind, you can eat these grilled fish, I don't have a good appetite today. Modo said to the upper elves, who were about to reach two thousand in number, as they stared at each other.

I have to say that the excuse that the little dwarf came up with was really clumsy, but for the upper elves, it was completely unimportant, and the little dwarf's words were successfully broken, and the last bit of reserve in their hearts that they barely supported, they rushed over.

"It's horrible, these elves are like crazy. Modo sat in front of the delicate fire, beating his chest with palpitations, recalling the horrific scene that had just happened.

It is unimaginable that almost the more than 2,000 people of the entire elf army fought directly in order to snatch the five grilled fish, and these five also included the one that was bitten twice by Mo Duo;

Is this still an elegant and noble upper elf? I'm afraid that before I went to the Blackstone Wasteland, those orcs who were dying of starvation in the winter were not so fierce when they were fighting for life-saving food!

If they had this kind of fighting will and style at that time, Modo would definitely have gone as far as he could immediately.

In the end, it was the high priest of the Moon Temple, who barely kept his senses, woke up the drunken Lord Regent, and only then did he forcibly control the situation, and the premise for calming these upper elves was that the five fish would be evenly distributed among all the high-ranking people.

As for a dozen or so high-ranking personnel, they would share the two fish in the hands of the Lord Regent and the Druid Archelder, but Modo's chest churned with disgust as he remembered the two saliva-covered grilled fish......

The delicate stove in front of him was small, and on top of it was a kettle with intricate patterns, and the water in the pot was boiling hot, and after almost all the fish bones had been devoured, the elves were finally considered normal, and then Modo was invited to the regent's tent, saying that he was invited to drink some tea from the Elven Empire's royal court.

In addition to the young regent as his companion, there were more than a dozen high-ranking figures such as the Druid Elder and the High Priest of the Moon Temple, who distributed the grilled fish, and it was the first time that Modo had seen friendly expressions on the faces of these people, although under this expression, it was an embarrassment that was forcibly concealed.

"Is it because these elves really haven't eaten anything decent, or Lao Tzu has always had the skill of eating gods, but he has never noticed it. Drinking the tea made by the elves, Mo Duo was puzzled: "I knew that I could get these elves by grilling fish, and Lao Tzu still beat a yarn to death."

With this doubt, he asked Feilong Xiaohei with a spiritual link: "Master, my craft, who is better than those halfling cooks!"

"Pull it down! How far is your skill from that of a halfling cook. The fat dragon did not hesitate to break the little dwarf's illusion, and then the fat dragon, who had lost the grilled fish dinner, continued to be willing to dry jerky.

However, it didn't take long for the little dwarf to think about it all before he got the answer to all this.

The young regent had been brewing for a while, and now he finally spoke cautiously to Modo: "I don't know how many spices are used to grill the fish, Warrior Modo, and if you can sell us a little." ”

"As long as you are willing to sell, we can agree to any of your requests, except that it cannot replace the conditions that the Great Elf King promised to help you. The young regent's expression was so sincere, just like when Modo had told these high-ranking elves that he wanted to see the Great Elf King.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of sunshine husky surged into Modo's heart: "What a big deal this is, why can't you say it well from the beginning." ”

Looking at the injured left shoulder, which was still wrapped, he really felt that this injury had been wronged.