Juan thought as he drove: it seems that it is really necessary to develop the technology of the elven town.

The elves in the high-tech environment can no longer be allowed to do farm work without slash-and-burn or participate in the lowest handicrafts.

At the very least, they should learn how to farm scientifically.

By the way, the school that Morgan graduated from with the "pheasant" school emblem - the family squatted at the university, but the regular school recognized by the Human Alliance does not seem to be vacant.

Juan decides to go back and talk to Zach Sr. about education.

After arriving at the edge of the Dryad Reservation and meeting up with the 50 Elven Guards who had hurried from the Elven Town, Juan led the group into the forest on foot.

Juan had walked the road, and he didn't seem to see much change along the way.

Arriving at the original location of the Dryads, Juan saw that the open doors of the treehouses were covered with dust.

When he reached the edge of the sinkhole where the World Tree was located, Juan finally found new traces of biological activity.

"It's a griffon!" The experienced Morgan saw at a glance where the traces were coming from.

The Dragonman Self-Defense Forces immediately pulled the bolt of their guns and assumed a defensive posture.

And the elven guards, too, put their arrows on the bowstring and scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

The clouded leopards they brought with them all looked nervous and went into a state of alert.

"Brother Trist, come after me!"

A crisp elven language came from the air.

Then, a female dryad with emerald green hair, riding a griffin, slowly landed on the massive branches of the dead World Tree.

And a male moon elf riding a black-covered clouded leopard without a trace of miscellaneous hair also appeared on the other side of the sinkhole.

It's not an orc, but two old acquaintances.

Moreover, these two have similar experiences, both young male and female elves who were forced to leave the group, and it seems that some hormonal stories have happened.

Juan, who thought so, did not dare to let his guard down.

Because the griffon was staring at Juan menacingly.

Apparently, it also recognized old acquaintances.

Juan quickly judged the situation, although his side had a numerical advantage, the opponent's high-end combat power was very strong.

And in Juan's ranks, there are no anti-tank missiles and anti-aircraft missiles.

Because of financial constraints, Juan only equipped the Dragonman Self-Defense Force with a few RPGs, which are not high-explosive warheads.

If you really fight, you will definitely win, but the loss will not be small.

At the moment of the battle with the orcs, Juan could not afford to lose.

Juan decides to settle the matter peacefully, after all, he has no enmity with the two elves, only a small feud with the griffon.

So Juan smiled and said in Elven with a strange accent, "Treist, Trace, how are you." ”

"What are you doing here?" Tracy said with a cold face, "This is the territory of the Tree Elves, and you are not welcome!" ”

Morgan, who was holding a Winchester shotgun on the side, whispered in Juan's ear with a serious face:

"Didn't you say you can walk in the Dryad Reserve with your hair dyed green?"

Juan pouted: "Is it interesting to mention such old things?" ”

"Where is it old, not a single dry season has passed."

"Morgan, I find you to be very good at talking now."

"I should always be like this."

"No, it's more sarcastic than ever."

"That's because I've read a lot of books, you know, and I graduated from college too."

"Okay, you're so capable, then you can handle it."

"What's going on?"

"These two elves."

"Yes. What measure? Did the man kill the woman and fill the harem, or did both of them fill the harem? ”

Juan rolled his eyes: "Peace." ”

"That's not easy, look at me."

Morgan confidently took two steps forward and greeted in a smooth elven language:

"Trist, when will you and this elf girl's candy be eaten?"

"Mr. Morgan," Trist walked to Triss with the panther Guan Haifa, "we elves have our own rituals. ”

"Okay, then I wish you a happy wedding, goodbye." Morgan said and stepped back.

Opposite Tracey, her face was flushed with shame, but her eyes were full of joy.

Juan then beckoned the soldiers to retreat.

The griffon was a little disgruntled and wanted to pursue it, but a cheerful Tracey calmed it.

Juan and his party left the Dryad Reservation without incident.

"Yes, Morgan."

"Generally average, third in the world."

"How did you come up with this trick?"

"Reach out and don't hit the smiling person."

"Makes sense."

"Then go back like this?"

"Go back, with this pair of elves and their pets here, even if the orcs are elite, they may not be pleased, just let me save some trouble."

But just as Juan was about to leave, a voice came out of his heart: "Help me!" ”

It's the sound of ink.

"Where are you?"

"What? Juan, who are you talking to? ”

"Morgan, I'll explain to you later."

Mosi's voice flashed in Hu An's heart: "I am in the cave at the bottom of the sinkhole, following the roots of the World Tree, you can find me, come quickly!" ”

Juan could feel Moss's nervousness, and he knew that if he didn't save her, she might die.

Although Juan and Moxi's relationship is unclear, it might be more appropriate to say that they are using each other.

So Juan didn't have to take responsibility for saving Moss.

But over time, love grows.

At this moment, Juan, who dominates thinking with his lower body, really can't accept the gun and not recognize people.

"Morgan, I need you to convince the elves to allow me to lead the team into the sinkhole."

Morgan's eyes widened: "Who are you and me?" I'm not their father! ”

"You can't say it very well, third in the world!"

"I, I ......"

"I believe in you!"

"But I ......"

"Be confident, you can do it."

"Not ......"

"Man, you can't say no!"

"But they won't say yes."

"Do more work."

"It's going to die!"

"Believe in yourself, believe in miracles!"

"I'll go, you'......"

"Very well, I knew you were a good person with a sense of responsibility."

"No, when I say 'I'll go', I'm scolding 'I'll go.'"

"It's good to have complaints, who doesn't have a temper yet, but don't delay work."

"It's easy to say, why don't you go?"

"Everyone has their own job, I am the leader, I have my job, I can't do everything."

"But I see that you either bask in the sun or apply sunscreen to Lisa all day, and then leave halfway through, what do you do?"

"Morgan, if you can't see me working, it doesn't mean that I don't have a job, it's just that you and I work differently, so you can't understand my hard work."

"Toiled? That's true, I often see you walking against the wall in the hallway outside the infirmary, Juan, you can't be sick from overwork, right? ”

"Morgan, I have paid a lot on the battlefield that you can't see, but for the sake of our common cause, I will definitely bear it."

"Juan, I'm wrong about you."

"Thank you, Morgan, thank you for your understanding, I know that you are the most reliable."

"Actually, Trist and I are quite familiar with each other, but that griffin is a little difficult to handle, and it should remember that I burst its eyeballs, this creature is very vindictive."

"It's okay, with Triss to appease it, you just need to get that elf girl and you'll be fine."

"Okay, then I'll try."

"You can do it, Morgan, come on, I'm optimistic about you!"

"What if it fails?"

"Today next year, I'll burn incense for you!"

"Crow's mouth, don't curse me."

Morgan walked a few steps into the forest, then turned back and said, "Juan, I know you're fooling me, but I think you have a reason to have to go to the sinkhole." ”

"Yes, Morgan, I have to go."

"Alright then, I'll convince them."