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Walking along an old, mottled bluestone path, Fury walked straight to the small wooden house at the end of the path, and his senses made him glance at a few inconspicuous places on the side of the road as he walked on the path.

However, with a slight pause in his gaze, Fury continued to move towards his destination as if he didn't know anything.

After getting permission from the owner of the cabin, Fury pushed open the door of the wooden house, which looked old, closed his eyes slightly to adjust to the light of the room, and smelled the smell of decay in the room, Fury couldn't help but speak out.

"My lord, although I am only new to this elemental elf clan, I still think you should breathe more fresh air outside, and at worst, you should also give your house a breeze from time to time. ”

There was no furniture in the room except for a bed, and on this tattered bed lay an elven old man with pointed ears, apparently the adult Fury had called.

Even if Fury saw the appearance of the elf old man for the third time, he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, not how full of wisdom the old man was or that his body was disabled, in fact, those little things couldn't cause Fury's heart to ripple at all.

And the reason for his surprise was none other than the fact that the elder of the elemental elves did look too old.

The wrinkles on his face were almost piled up, and there were even age spots that were almost impossible to exist on the elf's body, and the hair that should have been the pride of the elf was not visible on the old man's head.

The only thing that catches people's attention is probably the one-meter-long beard that is scattered randomly on the bed~

The corner of his eye inadvertently swept over the long beard, and Fury said inwardly, but the respect for the old man could still be seen in his every move.

Without him, just because the old man was old enough and had walked through a third of the tribe's history with this elemental elf tribe in the Misty Forest.

The lifespan of elves is generally believed to be around 180 to 200 years old, but in fact, due to one or another factor, the elves who are basically over 160 years old will receive the royal court's offerings, and this offering will not end until death.

According to the previous statistics of the elves, the average time to receive offerings is about thirteen years, which means that the average lifespan of the elves is basically only one hundred and seventy-three years old, and because of the blood of the elves, even when they die, the elves will not look too old.

And the elf old man in front of him can generally be said to be one of the few existences in the entire elf race, and it can even be said to be the only one, because the age of this elf old man is already two hundred and forty-one years old.

Moreover, this is still the natural lifespan of the old man when he did not eat the fruit of the Sacred Tree of Life at all, and it is known as the miracle of life of the elves.

"Hmm~ It's Fury~ I don't like the outside air, only my own alone existence can make me feel my inner self. ”

"Hmm~ Is it because you came here this time that the plan you implemented before has come to fruition? Is the human being supported by the moon elves now anxious?"

The elven old man's speech was very slow, but every word that came out of his mouth was extremely clear, and when he heard what the old man said, Fury couldn't help but show a helpless look on his face.

"My lord, I'm sorry, but that plan can basically be declared a complete failure by now~"

"Hmm~ It shouldn't be~ The plan you told me last time is indeed highly feasible, and it should indeed have good results, why did it fail?" casually grabbed a mustache and threw it to the other side of the bed, and the elven old man's cloudy eyes were staring at Fury's face.

"Because~"

Fury looked embarrassed and told the old man the actual story of the so-called plan, and the content of the words was about the strange movement in the northern region of the Rising Sun Kingdom, which had been forgotten by the civilians.

"Hmm~ What a ruthless leader~ Just because there is only a little sign of the bloody purge that began, even including unrelated people, this is a terrifying guy~"

The old man used his experience to label Giggs, but Fury kept nodding his head, he remembered the war in the Whispering Forest, where Giggs almost ran out of troops in exchange for victory, and such an opponent was really terrible.

"Hmm~ You don't have to think about it, now I agree that you have the wisdom to join the clan's elder group and become one of the decision-makers of this elemental elf clan, I'm too old, maybe I'll die one morning, the future of the tribe still depends on you young guys~"

Fury lowered his head and was silent, affirming the elven elven elder's words, although he brought his own tribe to the Misty Forest, and successfully planned an elder position for himself, successfully safeguarding the interests of his own clan.

But the helplessness revealed in the old man's words still weighed down on his heart, and life and time will always be the worst enemies of aspiring people.

"Hmm~ Don't be sentimental about you little guy, you're not even ninety years old now, and your days are still long~"

After the elf old man said this, he turned over and made himself face the wall of the wooden house, seeing this, Fury was also in an inexplicable mood, and bowed deeply to the old man before leaving this decaying wooden house.

......

"Hey, Giggs, seriously, I always thought you had the potential to be a great researcher, but it's a pity that you never cherished your talent~" After looking at the completion of the drawings of the new bomber, Hind said to Giggs with a regretful face.

Looking at the data of the new generation of fighters on the drawings, Giggs couldn't help but be satisfied, a full ten meters of wingspan alone on the drawings can already predict what kind of giant form it will be in the future, Giggs can't help but think of the air supremacy with a wingspan of more than fifty meters in his mind, for Cinder's words, just a little listening to it couldn't help laughing.

"I don't have that time to be in the lab, I'm thirty years old now, and I wonder how far I'll be able to lead my kingdom in another thirty years when I'm full of gray hair. ”

"It's not time, it's not time~"

Waving his hand, Giggs said goodbye to the goblin masters such as Sind and Ferdinand, and after walking outside the research institute, he couldn't help but look to the south, where the most basic armored vehicles had been put to the end of the debugging in an independent research institute, and the steel division in his heart seemed to be about to descend on this other world.

A sentence that is not the language of any race in this world, but with a charm of words, is scattered in the place where Giggs just stopped~

"The years are long~" (to be continued.) )