Robb smiled and said: "Thank you!"

After speaking, he suddenly changed his style: "So, can you really settle down here with confidence and boldness?"

This question caused the old face of the Elf Elder to blush. It turned out that after the Elf of this tribe came to the side of Westwind Town, he kept playing with the idea of ​​"As soon as the army of monsters comes, we can't hold it and run". There is no such thing. It feels like Xifeng Town is a new home in it.

Because they couldn’t believe that this place had the ability to withstand 50,000 monsters, until they watched today’s battle and saw Robb floating in the sky like a plate of gods. With just a finger, he could lend his power to a town. Min, the monsters are full of packs.

This kind of strength deeply shook the elven elder and made him completely dispel his worries.

The Elf Elder said seriously: "Mr. Archdruid, our elves really plan to live a good life here. After I go back, I will ask everyone to dig more moonwells to deeply root our strength here. If you have anything useful to us, please do not hesitate to ask. Although we are not outstanding in other abilities, we have very strong self-confidence in literature. We will be very happy to help you write poems or something. ."

Robb: "Hey! I don't want any literary talent. What I need most now is a craftsman, do you know the craftsman! What I need urgently here is the best craftsman."

The elder elder said: "Understood, the archdruid wanted the best craftsman, and then made a large number of precision machines, right? I heard Captain Elsie sigh a few days ago, saying that you want batches He made steam tanks for his subordinates, but there was not enough artisan team to mass-produce. Only Commander Elsie got a steam tank. He regretted that if there were hundreds of steam tanks , There is nothing to be afraid of in this world."

Robb said: "Oh, listening to your tone, do you have a way?"

The elder elder nodded: "Yes! I am more than 900 years old. I know everything about the Continent of Fengmo, and I can find the best craftsman on the Continent of Fengmo for you! The best craftsman! And! Not one or two, but a large group."

Robb was overjoyed. He liked to hear these words: "Yo yo, the best craftsman, there are still a large group? Where are they?"

The elder elder took out an ancient map and pointed his hand on the map: "Here... the Western Mountain Range of the Wind Spirit Cave. In this mountain, there is a famous dwarf tribe with a population of nearly two thousand, regardless of male or female. All the young and old are craftsmen, one is better than the other, and it is said that there is even a master-level job among them."

"Yo yo yo!" Robb rubbed his hands: "Then how do you trick him...cough cough...how do you invite them over?"

The elder elder said: "It's actually not difficult to invite them."

Robach said, "It's not difficult? As far as I know, the elves and dwarves don't deal well with each other. You hate the dwarves' unclean living habits, and the dwarves think you are too arrogant and don't like mixing with you."

The elven elder nodded: "Yes, the relationship between our elves and the dwarves has never been very good. We quarreled when we met, but this does not prevent us from being members of a kind and just camp. Most of the time We part ways, but when monsters wreak havoc on the earth and endanger the peace and tranquility of the world, we will form an alliance."

Having said this, he pointed to Elsie next to him and said: "And humans will join the covenant."

Elsie's eyes lit up: "Haha, I understand how to fool the dwarves--Silver Moon Alliance."

"Huh?" Robb said: "What the **** is the Silver Moon Alliance?"

Elsie: "The Silver Moon Alliance is an ancient vow. It was made hundreds of years ago by the three kings of human heroes, dwarves, and elf kings. The vows stipulated that when monsters wreak havoc on the earth, When the creatures threaten the safety of this world, the three races must abandon their previous suspicions and join hands to fight against the monsters. This is an obligation and responsibility that the kings of the three races must abide by."

He smirked: "We only need to write a letter to the dwarves, saying that the army of monsters is coming to kill us. It is time for the kind and upright people to stand under the glory again and raise the banner of the Silver Moon Alliance. By sweeping away the evil, in this way, the dwarven army can be deceived."

When Robb heard it, he couldn't help but laughed out: "Haha, I understand." He pointed to the Elder Elf and said, "As a result, you still feel that living in Westwind Town is not safe, but you also feel like you can fight for it here. So thinking about bringing in more allies to help, is not trying to help me deceive the craftsman."

The elder elder was exposed, and his old face was a little red, but this time he was justified: "What's wrong with pulling allies in the face of a powerful enemy? Although our starting point is different, but the result is the same, that's fine."

Robb smiled and said: "Well said, haha! That's right, although the starting point is different, but the result is to trick the dwarves, then join forces to deceive. What did you just say about the Silver Moon Alliance, start it!"

The elder elder smiled: "Please let me write a letter! Haha, my literary accomplishment can finally be used."

Robb: "You are so reasonable, but I was speechless. Okay, I admit that your literature is very useful, so let's go ahead."

Elf elder overjoyed: "Mr. Archdruid, I know that you will admit this sooner or later! Hahaha! I don’t have any other skills. With this literature, I’m really very confident. Can't beat me, hahahaha! Hahahaha!"

Robb: "..."

Elsie: "..."

At such an age, the old man smiled so proudly with his mouth open. It really made Robb feel worried. If this guy accidentally laughed, what would happen to him...

Although Robb knows how to treat and treat diseases, the old man may die instantly if he develops a disease at this age. He can't be saved after his lifespan is exhausted.

Fortunately, Robb’s worries are unnecessary. Although the old man is more than 900 years old, his body is still very strong. He can also perform magic, write poems, write letters, brag about his literary accomplishments, and write a letter. After writing it, stamp it with the unique fire lacquer seal of the elf tribe, and then hand it to an elf archer next to it: "Take this letter and go to the mountains west of the Cave of Fengjing to give it to the dwarf tribe. Patriarch."

The elf archer nodded, bowed and bowed, then turned to leave.

Robb smiled and said: "Slow down, it's dangerous to walk like this. Come on, I'll rub you a better leather armor, just in case there is any accident on the road. In addition, there is a strategic portal scroll here. You take it to find the dwarf, and when you find it, just open the door and let them come over."