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The huge ancient tree spirit staggered and stepped on Barret, and countless voices shouted "Watch out!" anxiously in Common, and "Noveren (be careful)!" in Elvish language that I couldn't understand. It kept ringing in Barbarian's ears.

Barrett looked up at the huge wooden sole with roots and soil, which became bigger and bigger in his pupils until it occupied all the field of vision. Just before he was about to be crushed, he jumped slightly to the side, avoiding the fate of being crushed into a patty and the end of the book by a tiny distance.

Just as Barrett stood there, complacent about his steadfast mentality and his agility, the ancient dryad's huge feet stirred up a large swath of dirt. These splashes of mud and weeds hit Barbarian's face and body heavily, and also shattered the image of a ruthless master he wanted to maintain, which really made him a little embarrassed.

"Bah, **** it!" Barrett cursed in a low voice. He spat out the fragrant soil in his mouth, pulled a green grass from his nostrils, and then wiped the dirt on his face, but it only made the moist soil more evenly distributed.

Why play this handsome? It's better now, being handsome and becoming a clown, Barbarian thought helplessly in his heart. If I knew earlier, I should have jumped farther, and I wouldn't have ended up in such an embarrassing situation.

Several worried elves ran towards him, and one of them asked with concern, "TIRO? (Are you okay?

Another female elf took out a beautiful handkerchief and carefully wiped Barrett's dirty face, "manenorchalle? (How do you feel? Or, is there any discomfort?

"I'm fine, I'm not injured, nothing at all." Except for being splashed with mud. Although Barrett didn't understand the language of the elf at all, he could feel the apology and concern from the other party's expression.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The elf at the head changed to a less standard common language, "Just now 'Born' didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly stumbled. This is so terrible that a tragedy almost happened because of it, it's really I'm so sorry."

After regaining his balance, the ancient tree spirit named 'Born' slowly bent down and said something in a dull thunderous or rolling tree-like sound.

"Born is also apologizing to you," said the elf in the lead. "Please believe that it was definitely not intentional, it just felt like it stepped on something slippery."

"Maybe it was a banana peel that he stepped on." Barrett made a rare joke, and when he saw that there was no smile on the faces of the elves, he coughed again to cover up his embarrassment, "Cough, maybe the reason for the rain. When it rains, the road becomes slippery."

"My name is 'Aarons', she is 'Lancer', this is 'Curufin', and her, the smallest but most potential 'Aleville' in our place." The elf headed Introduced to Barrett one by one.

"Hello, my name is Barrett." In fact, the barbarian didn't remember any of these elves' names. It's not because of his poor memory, but because the elf named 'Aarons' doesn't speak the common language very well, and he also has a unique accent that is indescribable, which sounds strange. weird.

"We are all 'tree riders', and we usually take care of these big guys." Lancier, the female elf who wiped Barrett's face with a handkerchief, said, "Although the battle is not for us. Specialty, but we are all good at taking care of and cultivating all kinds of plants. In fact, dryads are a kind of unique plant, and they have a lot in common, and even dryads can be made by some special The plants are slowly cultivated. Alas, for some reason in recent years, these big guys seem to be getting more and more irritable..."

Aarons, the leader, suddenly interrupted the complaints of the female elves, and apologized again to Barrett, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Barrett, we have a chance to talk again, we have to stare at the other tree spirits, don't let it go. What's wrong." After speaking, Aarons led the other elves and the ancient tree spirit to continue walking forward.

Just as Barrett was thinking about what to do with the mud all over his body, the little mage Chris flew over from not far away, "I heard that you almost became a meatloaf, are you alright."

How did it spread so fast? "It's okay, it was just a small accident," Barrett replied.

"I suggest you cheer up and pay more attention. I'm very worried that it wasn't a pure accident just now." The little mage frowned, with a serious expression, "It was caused by man."

"This is artificial? It's unlikely." Barrett was surprised. "This is the first time I have come to the Holy Land of Elves. I shouldn't have any enemies here. And we are guests, so the elves will not use this A vile method."

"It's not for you personally, but..." Chris pondered, "I can't tell the specifics, but I just have a very bad feeling. Through these days of contact, I found that the internal situation of the elves is better than mine. It's even more chaotic to imagine, and sometimes I even worry that these elves will fall into some kind of division again like in ancient times. You may not know that Queen Valenkor has no way to quell the quarrel between the various forces in the elf court, nor The way to make the elf family always carry out a voice. Or, her own heart is actually full of contradictions."

Barrett has no experience with this kind of power, struggle, royalty, etc. "If this is the case, what should we do?"

"I originally planned to help these elves with you to solve the gradually spreading blight crisis, and then leave the Holy Land with their gratitude and commitment. Now I very much suspect that this kind of blight is inside the elves. The evil things cultivated by some people." The little mage looked at the neat marching procession of the elves, and said in a low voice, "After watching the war between the land elves and the Haili Naga, we will leave quickly. Only I hope these elves don't make any more serious incidents, now this continent is already chaotic enough." Kris simply waved his hand, and Barrett's mud-filled leather armor instantly recovered.

"You mean, bred?" After listening to what Chris said, Barret suddenly thought of the elves whose profession was 'tree rider', and the tree spirit mentioned by one of the elves. Grumpy incident. He vaguely felt that the three events of the blight monster, the irritability of the dryad, and the fact that he was almost trampled down seemed to have some internal connection.

"Anyway, you must be careful. I suspect that some elves may be behind the scenes. What's going on these days, even the elves have begun to play tricks and tricks. It's really unbelievable." The little mage shook his head and said, "I still I have something to confirm with the elves." After he finished speaking, he flew back to the rear of the marching team.

"Well, it's time to go back." Barrett muttered to himself. The Iron Bride was completely repaired, and even went a step further to become the goddess of nemesis. The purpose of this journey has been achieved, and there is no need for him to stay in the elf holy land. It's just that they received such a great favor from the elves and let them get a piece of 'activating mithril' that seems to be very precious and rare, but they didn't repay the other party accordingly, which made the barbarians feel a little guilty.

However, this owed favor may finally be counted on the head of Chris and the Magic Association, and Barrett is a little relieved when he thinks of this. Anyway, he is a follower of the little mage, or the 'Ao Fa top soldier' ​​of the Magic Association, and there will be more opportunities to work for them in the future.

The mighty elf warband has gone farther and farther, and Barrett doesn't want to let himself be left behind. I saw his index finger and thumb bent slightly, whistling softly, and after two breaths, the Nightmare Beast carrying the thick smoke and flames came out of the shadow plane and came out in front of him, arching its head gently. The barbarian seems to miss him quite a bit.

"Good boy, good boy." Barrett praised while touching the bridge of the 'carrot' nose, feeding it a few carrots he liked, and fanning the sparks and smoke from the nose of the nightmare beast, and then took a step. Step over.

Barrett clenched the reins, shaking slightly, motioning for the horse under his crotch to gallop freely. Just when the 'Carrot' was about to start running, a crisp voice suddenly came from behind, "Mr. Barrett, wait for me!"

The barbarian hurriedly tightened the reins again, and the Nightmare Beast's front hooves lifted up. After falling, it turned around several times. The carrots kept neighing, and they were very dissatisfied, digging the ground with their hooves.

Barrett turned his head and saw that the speaker was an elf child riding on a tall white moose, and beside him was a serious, unsmiling elf swordsman.

"Is Mr. Barrett hurt?" the elf child asked politely.

"I'm fine, and I'm not injured. May I ask who you are?" The barbarian looked at the elf child who was only eight or nine years old in front of him~lightnovelpub.net~ and did not dare to neglect. Because the growth cycle of the elves is very slow, Barret suspects that the other party is likely to be older than himself if calculated according to the age of human beings.

"I'm 'Menegros', you can call me 'Biscuit', this is my human name." The child said, and then introduced the swordsman next to him, "This is my teacher 'Nogrod', A great 'Blade of Inheritors'."

Inheritor's Blade? What kind of occupation is this? Barrett had never heard of it.

"His Royal Highness Menegros is the younger brother of Her Majesty the Queen." The elf swordsman added from the side, and then emphasized it again, "And he is also the third in line to the throne."

"Hello, Your Highness." Barrett said respectfully, "I don't know what I have to do with you."

"Just call me Biscuits, I like that name very much." Prince Biscuit said, "I have nothing to do, I just want to chat with you. Is this leather armor you wear dragon skin?"

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