"What's going on?" Bert's eyes looked like they were about to burst into flames as he watched the pheasants he had worked so hard to bring back all of them die, and even the eggs were pulled out and smashed to the ground. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The elves fell silent, everyone knew the importance of this batch of chickens, and if they could be mass-produced in the future, it would be a great help to the entire elven tribe. Just when everyone was at a loss, Elder Sim and Culente arrived. After a few brief questions, Caloriet crouched down to examine the pheasant's wound. There were twelve chickens in total, plus eight eggs, none of which were spared.

"Do you have a clue?" asked the village chief.

"The wounds were jagged, like they were made by animals. But the wound is small and doesn't look like it was caused by a large animal. Caloriet replied, and the elves who had seen the dark shadow of yesterday's forest breathed a sigh of relief.

"All the chickens are dying of blood, sort of—" Calente slurred, hesitating to say it.

"Say, there's nothing to worry about. Elder Sim replied.

"It looks like a legendary vampire did it, but this creature is just a legend, and it's not very credible. Carbone shook his head to rule out the possibility.

"Is there anything else that could be other than that?"

"Yes, bats and other creatures can cause such wounds. I once added a small brown animal to the forest, which fed on small animals, including pheasants. This animal has a very high IQ and is extremely vindictive, do you remember that three hundred years ago when the three of us elves entered the forest, and the brown and yellow prey they brought back was that one? Kalente replied.

Sim and the many older elves in the room took a breath, "You mean those little rats who later destroyed our crops and chewed most of our houses and caused a lot of people to go insane?" Callent nodded.

"You're talking about weasels, aren't they? "The kind that stinks like farts?" asked Bert, regaining his composure.

"Yes, these animals are petite, and it is difficult to spot them if you don't pay attention, and judging by the wounds, it is very likely that they did it. And you see, the eggshells on the ground were shattered, but there was nothing inside, and it was most likely eaten by them. Calorie's brow furrowed, and the look on his face was rather ugly.

Bert asked suspiciously, "We didn't see the weasel yesterday, why did they come to destroy our chicken coop?"

The others were also confused, since the last time the weasel made trouble in the village, they saw the weasel and took a detour, let alone provoke them. It's also funny to say that the dignified archer clan was actually disturbed by a group of little weasels, and in the end, Elder Sim personally contacted them with his spiritual power, and promised them that he would never hurt them again.

The elves racked their brains and couldn't figure out where they offended these masters, so they simply left it alone. Although some winter rations were lost, they were not unable to survive. As long as nothing happened to the people, Sim told everyone to go back to farming, and the elves who had organized a night guard would not bother with the matter. The only thing that is tangled is Bert, a nest of chickens that he finally brought back was served by a pot, and it was at the door of his house, if he hadn't had insomnia in the middle of the night last night, he wouldn't have slept so deeply, and a nest of chickens was bitten to death and he didn't find out.

If you are not happy, you will not be happy, and you still have to live your life. In this way, a few more stable days passed, except for daily cultivation, the village did not organize a team to enter the forest, and generally they only pulled a cart of prey from the forest in winter, which was one of the unwritten rules of the elves.

However, just when the villagers thought that this was the end of the matter, it happened again. First, the bacon that Aunt Wang's house was drying there at the entrance of the village disappeared, and then the three-hundred-year-old rice wine brewed by Uncle Li's family (can this still be drunk?) was snatched away by Liantan. During this period, several elves who kept vigil did not notice anything unusual.

Today, the village chief invited the elders of the other villages to discuss this matter. Not only their village, but also several other villages have had several thefts, and the elves would never do such a thing, and the only human Bert family was the one who lost the most. Therefore, the elders immediately ruled out the possibility that it was their own people who did it.

The elven elders were all elders in their thousands, but they were also embarrassed by what was happening in front of them. Although the previous weasel invasion incident suffered heavy losses, at least the figure of the murderer could be seen, and the yellow-brown figure busy back and forth was small but obvious. Like now, the elves have lived here for tens of thousands of years, and it is the first time they have encountered such a divine dragon with no head or tail.

"What do the elders think? Sim made a pot of tea and sat down on the threshold looking out over the fields.

The elder from another village replied to him with a smile, "Brother, you are the oldest and smartest of us. You can't figure out what we can do. ”

"Brother Ferdinand, don't make fun of me, hurry up and think of a way, or it will cause a riot. Sim laughed, and several people were used to making jokes like this often.

"Alright, let's get down to business. The elven elven elder, who was from the same village as Ferdinand, interrupted their laughter. The elder named Orn looked more quaint and serious, and seemed to be a man who was not very talkative. "I think we need to set up a squad now, so let's let Calente lead the team and go into the forest to investigate. After all, it's not safe to sleep at night with such a thing around, don't you think?"

"I agree with Brother Oun, if it is the yellow rat who did it this time, we will also ask them for an explanation. Otherwise, they still think that our elven clan is easy to bully, XX! I have never dealt with the dragon clan like this before, it is really a tiger falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs. Another village chief, Ronald, also spoke. Ronald came from the third village, and the elves in his village mainly farmed and interfered less in other things, so he was the only elven elder in this village.

Silo, who was on the side, also expressed his thoughts: "I am against it. Because in the first place, we don't know who did these things, and if it wasn't for the ferrets who did it and we went into the forest to contradict them, it would have added another problem to us. So my advice is to find out the truth of the matter first, catch or see the culprit, and then make a decision. ”