Klintassa invited Wren into a rather elegant room, and when the two sat down, he ordered his guards to wait at the door and negotiate with Wren alone.

I don't know if it's out of confidence in his own strength, or if he believes that the armored monster in front of him has no malice.

Klintassa personally poured Wren a glass of fruit wine, and when he picked it up, he realized that the other party was wearing a helmet, smiled, and took a sip of his own.

"Elder Mo of the Treant Clan, you should have told us all about the contradictions, right?"

Wren nodded: "Don't you deny what he said?" ”

"No denial." Klintasa's furry hand put down the delicate silver wine glass, and confessed to Wren, "As we all know, we elves have always been close to nature. ”

"But ......"

"However, there is another thing that is widely known, and that is that the elves have an extremely low fertility rate. Imagine that we have a very long life, but many elves have not been able to have children of their own for hundreds or even thousands of years. It was not until the advent of gardenia medicine that it was improved. ”

"But ......"

"Do you want to say that we're hurting the forest by doing this?" Klintassar appeared quite aggressive, as if trying to convince Wren in one go: "But in reality, not a single tree has died because of this, they are well cared for." ”

"But, please let me finish talking!" Wren preemptively said when the other party first opened his mouth: "Elder Mo said that you hurt their friends, and those poor trees have been repeatedly squeezed by you. ”

Klintassar brushed the long hair of his sideburns, and his movements were very elegant, but unfortunately he was a wild man in Wren's eyes......

"Helmet... It's a bit rude, I haven't asked what to call you? ”

"Just call me Altaïr."

"Well, Mr. Altaïr, I don't know what it looks like under your armor or what ethnicity, but it shouldn't be wrong to call you 'human', right?"

Indeed, most intelligent races, even if they look strange, such as some unstereotyped elemental races, can be called "human" in general.

Seeing that Wren had no objections, Klintassar continued: "Then you should be able to understand that no matter what race, elves, humans, dwarves, kobolds, as long as it is a 'human', it must consider the matter of reproduction. If nothing else, I, as the king of the elves, now have a potion that can increase fertility, can I ban my people from using it? ”

Wren scratched his "iron head", feeling that the problem he encountered this time was as stiff as this helmet.

Sensing Wren's hesitation, Klintassar struck while the iron was hot: "In the final analysis, we are 'people', and if we 'people' want to live well, we have to use 'things', and we use those trees to refine potions, just like other people cut down trees to make tables, fish and eat fish and meat, there is no difference." Sir, are you going to forbid everyone to cut down trees and fish? What's more, we also have druids for the maintenance of the forest, which has not caused substantial damage at all. ”

With that, Klintassar stood up and pushed open the window so Wren could see the tree on the other side more clearly: "Do you know why I watched the Treants move away from the forest? Because of this! ”

Klintasa pointed to the big tree: "Because of the gardenia elixir, our elves have added many people, and the more people there are, the territory needs to be expanded. You see, this is the process of a race to prosper, to get what you need from the surroundings, to have more people, and to expand your territory. It's natural and inevitable for any race to do this, it's such a normal thing, I don't know what Mr. Altaïr is going to talk to us about! ”

At the end of the day, Klintassa's tone suddenly became harsh, trying to influence Wren's judgment through his tough attitude.

Wren looked at the face of Klintassa, who made a proud appearance, and suddenly understood why the noble elven king was a savage in his eyes.

But Klintassar was right, as the Elven King, he could not and did not forbid all elves to use Gardenia Elixir.

The biggest difference between this incident and ordinary logging and fishing is that on the side of the "thing", the trees that are used as materials, this time there is someone who can speak for them, the Rudir tree people, who can feel the emotions of the trees.

The "human" side is also weird, as the elves used to be called the Friends of the Forest, and the Druids were called the Children of Nature.

Wren felt he had a tricky problem: who he should support in this negotiation......

Even through the armor, Klintassar sensed Wren's indecision, and he was ready to make a final move.

"Well, I'll have someone show you how we refine the material, and you'll know that we didn't hurt a single tree. When my squire left, I had them prepare, and now the people should have arrived. ”

As he spoke, there was a request from the attendant outside the door, and then the attendant who had left before walked in with a tree the thickness of his arm in a basin, followed by another wild ...... Genie.

What is remarkable is that this elf also carries a large scythe with a strange shape on its back, which is strange because the blade part is relatively short, probably a handful, and the handle part is thick and long, if you don't notice the blade, you may mistake it for a staff on your back.

The squire lowered the tree and left, while the scythe-carrying elf remained.

Klintassar explains Wren: "His name is Raven, and he is a druid and an apprentice in the Workshop. Raven, show us what you do. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Raven nodded, walked over to the tree, removed the scythe from his back, held it across his chest, and began to read the words.

"Mother Nature, please give me the strength to punish my enemies!"

Klintassar explained to Wren on the side: "Raven is a very devout druid, and he always prays before he acts, isn't it very ritualistic?" ”

With that, the prayer on the raven's side was over, and he stared, shouted, and slashed at the trunk of the tree with his scythe. The blade was so deep that it nearly cut off the tree.

Raven then quickly pulled the scythe back, and a green filament was taken out of the incision and gathered into Raven's palm, turning into a light green liquid the size of a fingernail.

With the convergence of this liquid, the tree in front of the crow has also withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, the bark is constantly peeling, and the leaves have become yellow.

Klintasa took a sip of wine, and then introduced to Wren: "This tree is only used for demonstration, not the kind used to make gardenia elixir, and they don't usually smoke so hard." Go ahead, Raven! ”

At Klintasa's signal, Raven turned the scythe in his hand and aimed the hilt partially at the tree, which looked to be dead.

"Mother Nature, please give me the strength to save this unfortunate creature."

The wooden handle was lightly tapped on the tree, the withered leaves turned green, the peeled bark grew again, and the whole tree came to life again.

Klintasa: "Like I said, we are friends of nature and we definitely didn't hurt the forest. ”

Wren: "........"

"You still don't believe me?"

Klintassa, probably drunk too much fruit wine, was in high spirits, stood up and walked to the tree, and out of nowhere pulled out an elven sword, and the "Leap Tree" slashed the poor tree into several pieces, and the branches and leaves fell to the ground.

After slashing, he glanced at the crow, who stepped forward.

"Mother Nature, please give me the strength to save ......"

Wren suddenly wanted to stay away from the two elves......