The night wind, blowing from New Victoria Lake, carries a hint of coolness.

And in the camp, around the huge campfire, the people were shouting and singing.

The four halflings sat Zereela on a chair, and together they walked around the campfire.

More halflings are on the sidelines, singing and dancing like floats escorting the parade.

",......Doo doo da-

What kind of song is this, so demonic, so top-notch?

Juan didn't join the revelry, he looked at Morgan, who was missing a right arm, and asked, "What are they doing here?" ”

Morgan's wounds have been treated with ink and no longer bleed.

He slapped the tambourine with his left hand, echoing the rhythm of the field.

Morgan didn't seem at all anxious about losing an arm.

He replied with a smile: "The traditional celebration of the halfling, dedicated to the hero who hunted the beast. ”

"I think they should lift you up, after all, you made a huge sacrifice."

"No, no, today is Zerella's festival, and you don't need two protagonists for a celebration, and I've already been carried by them."

Mo Si came over with the roasted golden lion tenderloin: "I want to have some, it's more tender than I imagined." ”

"Give me a slice, well, it tastes good."

Juan gave a thumbs up to Frodo, who was processing the lion's meat.

Frodo responded with a wave of his razor-sharp elven sword, and went on with his work.

"Mosi," Juan asked, looking back, "how long will it take for Morgan's hand to recover?" ”

"At least half a month younger, he is a pure human, insensitive to magic, and regenerative magic is almost ineffective against him.

"However, there is a rescue pod in the building, and the life-sustaining fluid in it is genetically configured for humans to help him recover."

"Woo whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Juan saw that the doll also joined in the carnival by the campfire.

Together with the other four halflings, it was bouncing on a whole golden lion skin that had been peeled off, like a lion dance, and it was very excited.

Morgan laughed and said, "Frodo's skinning skills are good, Juan, what do you think of nailing this lion's skin to the bar wall?" ”

"I don't have the sharp nails of an elven sword, but I can use glue, but this is Zerela's trophy, what does she say?"

"She doesn't care, the Draenei coming-of-age ceremony is about spiritual experiences, not material achievements."

At this time, Thorin came over: "Report to the Führer, everything is normal. ”

"Thanks, Thorin, you can have the Dragonman Self-Defense Force members who don't have a vigilance mission come to the celebration as well, but,"

Juan bent down and whispered in Thorin's ear:

"You have to be on the same page with them, you're here on patrol."

"Understand, Führer, we just came here on patrol and saw the light of the campfire."

The revelry lasted until late at night.

Just as everyone was about to finish, the dragon self-defense team member who was in charge of guarding the entrance to the camp raised the alarm.

"Stop! What do you do? If you don't answer, you'll shoot! ”

Juan grabbed his shotgun and walked over, Frodo beside him with a bright elven sword.

"It's you!"

Outside the camp stood a group of elves, all emaciated and like refugees.

Leading the way were Trist and Trissy, who looked very tired.

The pure black clouded leopard and griffin behind these two elves are also hungry and bone-lining, completely devoid of their former agility and arrogance.

The Vault Dwellers looked at Juan stunned, but no one spoke.

They just stood, like slaves being auctioned, neither resisting nor doing anything.

Juan knew they must not be able to bear it anymore, so he came over.

But dignity prevents them from asking for help.

However, this "dignity" is ridiculous and as meaningless as a straw in the hands of a drowning person.

But perhaps this is the only thing left to support them on their feet.

Moze quietly tugged at Juan's sleeve.

This sister, who wants to tie her up and beat her ass every time she talks about her sister, now has no mocking expression on her face.

Juan knew what to do.

"Ahem, I need a guide to show me around the area.

"I'm willing to pay for this, such as food, or anything else that can be used as payment.

"It's an equal deal, and if you're willing to accept it, I can pay half of it first, according to the old rules."

Juan was visibly relieved to see the elves on the other side.

So, at Juan's signal, the halfling attendants stepped forward to guide the Vault Dweller into the camp.

The next morning, Juan slept until he woke up naturally.

When he gets up, he goes to a makeshift restaurant for breakfast, and possibly lunch.

He saw Trist and Tris, who had been waiting there.

The two elves' complexions had regained somewhat, and their faces were no longer the gloom of despair.

"Good morning, have you eaten?"

Trist replied, "Yes, we did." We know of several beautiful places to visit that we can take you there right now. ”

"No, no, no, not right now."

Tracey pouted and said, "We don't eat white food, you said you want a guide." ”

"Yes, I said I wanted a tour guide, but what I needed was not a shopping tour with the tour guide having the final say, but a high-end customized tour that fully followed the requirements of tourists.

"So, when to leave and where to go, I have to decide."

Trisy said dissatisfiedly, "You don't know what to see here, and when is the most beautiful, how do you decide?" ”

Juan wanted to scare her: Do you really think of me as a tourist?

However, he still politely explained: "I was tired from hunting golden lions yesterday and slept late at night, so I don't want to go out today."

"By the way, Morgan is also familiar to you, he is injured, have you seen him?"

Trist said in a more sedate tone than his age, "Yes, we went to see him, and Triss brought him some herbs.

"Although we know that these herbs may not be of much use compared to the treatment of Mosil...... Belch...... Hopefully Morgan will get better soon. ”

Herbs, hehe, what herbs make hands grow?

But it's not interesting to be demanding of people in distress, as long as the heart arrives, it's okay to send flowers that don't use them in the bouquet.

After breakfast, Juan went to find Moss.

"Mosi, what are your plans for your sister?"

"Why do you ask me, you are the Führer, you call the shots."

"I can call the shots, but I need your opinion, and that's important."

"I don't care if she dies, this stupid girl can starve the tree elves to death, it really disgraces our Banrui family.

"It's too light to tie her up and beat her, this kind of leader who refuses to admit his mistakes and wants to kill the people in order to save face, he should find a black place to detain her for three days, or directly sink into the pond."

"Okay, I'll go and arrange the sinking pond."

Juan turned and left.

"Hey!"

Juan paused.

"Let's let her eat a few full meals first, she's so thin, she can't sink."

"Hehehe, I can see it," Juan turned around, a smile on his face full of "I knew it was so", "Your weakness is your sister." ”

"Don't button your hat, it's not."

"Hehe, hard mouth and soft heart. But there is one thing I didn't understand, at that time, you asked Tracy to be in charge of breeding World Tree seeds, so you weren't afraid that she would be a fool by the World Tree consciousness? ”

"It's normal to be pregnant for three years, and when the World Tree is born, the suppressed personal consciousness can be restored."

"Really?"

"Of course, you must know that in the past, it was the queen who was responsible for breeding the World Tree, and I haven't seen any queen become a fool after breeding.

"And after breeding the World Tree, you can have some of the skills of the World Tree, and you can also enhance your magical affinity.

"If it weren't for the fact that Jack had forced the clan to move, and that there were careerists in the clan who were ready to move, I would have had to keep my head above water, and this kind of good thing would have gotten her in turn.

"Besides, she might as well be a fool as she is now."