The Treant Elder named Mo mentioned the elves, and Wren was almost certain that he was still teleporting according to the location of the push.

"You said the elves betrayed you," Wren wanted to point at the big black tree, but was stopped by the tree man in front of him, so he had to put his hand down. "Does it have anything to do with that huge black nodule?"

Moto took Wren, slowly turned his huge body, and said in the direction of the elven city, "Yes." We, the Rudir Treemen, have been neighbors with elves for thousands of years, and we rely on each other to protect this forest. ”

"But a few decades ago, there was an elven alchemist who extracted an ingredient from our friend and made it into a potion that was said to give them more children. And so the tragic fate of those of our friends began. ”

Wren listened: "......"

He finally knew why the elf king was so able to give birth......

"Are you talking about friends?" Wren asked.

If it's a tree man to extract the materials for the potion, it's a bit excessive.

I don't know if this is the way the tree people speak, or if they can't accurately express their anger, Mo continued to answer in a slow and flat tone: "No, our friends, it's the trees of this forest, the elves are persecuting them constantly, and they don't listen to our advice, and now we are planning to move them away. ”

Wren looked at the vast army of migrants behind him, and suddenly thought of something: "I remember, those druids have some kind of spell that can quickly restore trees, right?" ”

The druid I saw last time was still quite young, and he had mastered that kind of spell, so it was not difficult for the elves to think about it.

Hearing this, Mo showed his anger, and the leaves above his head shook violently and rattled.

"Then the druids, they were originally children of nature, their power was supposed to be used to save the wounded trees, but they became accomplices in that abominable alchemy workshop. Do you know what that workshop is doing? They drained the materials out of our friend's body, then let the druid use natural spells to restore it, and then drained it and restored it again! ”

Wren: "......"

It seems that these treants usually know very little about anything other than elves, so it's better not to tell them what the druids outside are usually doing......

"Paladins of Karsham."

Just as Wren was thinking, Mo spoke again: "I have something I want to ask you. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I protested with the Elven King Klintassar about this, asking him to stop making those alchemical products, but he just blindly perfunctory me, I think maybe a kalsham paladin went to talk to him, and the effect would be better."

"This ......" Wren laughed dryly, it seems that Mo They really have little contact with the outside world, and they don't know that their reputation is not very good.

But there's no need to refuse Mo, it's one thing to do it or not, in short, go and meet the elf king first.

"Okay, no problem."

Seeing that Wren agreed, Mo thanked him and asked the clansmen to continue to direct the forest migration, and walked in the direction of Wren's elven city.

The name of the house is also Rudil, from which Mo's ethnic name is derived.

If you exclude that ugly black nodules, this elven city built on a few giant trees deserves a beautiful compliment.

So, as Rudir gets closer, Wren is looking forward to meeting the city's inhabitants, and if they live up to the legend like the city, the trip should be a sight to behold.

After a few minutes, Wren looked at the hairy creatures and began to wonder about life.

This is an elf? It's obviously a wild man who can't compare to an orangutan!

Wren suddenly realized that today's negotiations may be more difficult than imagined......

"This ...... Elder Mo, is this really the city of elves? It can't be taken over by some bear monster or beast, right? ”

"Of course not, in the past, elves regarded themselves as noble, have you ever seen such a beautiful race anywhere else?"

Wren looked again at the "savages" who had been caught in a riot because of their arrival.

Fair... Race......

In fact, Wren and they were discovered very early, after all, the entire forest around the city "ran", and only a bare city remained, and it was impossible for the elves not to notice it.

However, for some reason, the elves did not stop Mo from moving to the forest, and only when Mo approached the city, did they stand up with a team of guards.

As a result, when he saw Wren from afar, he ran away again.

"Looks like they're feeling the wrath of the treants." Mo said.

"Yes...... Yikes......"

Not long after, the departing guards went and returned, bringing with them an entire army that surrounded Mo Tuantuan.

At the head is a ...... with a crown Uh, savages.

He was holding a little wild man in one hand, and there were four or five more in his butt.

Seeing that the main lord came out, Mo immediately shouted at the other party: "Klintasa, I'm here to negotiate conditions!" ”

Holding the child, Klintasa kept swinging his head from side to side, dodging the small hands of the two children in his arms reaching for his crown: "Let's talk about it later." Armor freak, how did you end up here?!! ”

Wren: "I'm here to negotiate the conditions for the Treants!" ”

"It's our elves' own business."

"I'm nosy!"

Hearing Wren say this, the surrounding armies of savages with weapons took another step closer, and only Klintassa did not move.

While everyone was waiting for him to give the order, Klintassar forced the two little savages in his arms to the guards around him, and then turned around and chased away the children behind the buttocks, and then turned back to Wren and said, "Let's find a place to talk alone." ”

Wren looked at Mo and asked for the other party's opinion.

Mo nodded: "I believe you, knight of Karsham. ”

After receiving an answer, Wren shouted at Klintassa, "No problem, lead the way." ”

With so many teleportations, it is rare that the two sides can sit down and have a good talk without resorting to force, and Wren naturally has no opinion.

He jumped down from the leaves, said hello to Mo, and followed Klintassar into the city of the elves, no, it should be called the city of savages now, Rudir.

Walking down the avenue, the two men were escorted up to the largest tree in the city, and finally entered a wooden house, opposite the tree with a huge nodule.

Along the way, Wren felt a full sense of disobedience, whether it was the house or the decoration in the house, everything was full of mysterious and natural beauty, but the wild people everywhere really ruined the atmosphere......