Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 744 Player Status
A month later.

The druid elder, Dorudo Moonscar, stood outside his house, like the countless mornings he had experienced, the sun was lodged in the treetops, and the magic power full of natural flavor hit his face.The dew stays on the messy and curly beard, making the somewhat hot mood fall into a long-lost tranquility.Ever since he became a berserker in the dreamland, Duoludo has been inevitably affected in real life. The feeling of weakness brought about by his thin body, Mr. Beserker who is experienced in training has subconsciously trained himself to be normal in the eyes of the elves body.My lover Frannel called the recent changes "the second development of menopause", and Duolu was very grateful for Frannel's tolerance. She kept smiling and accepted her increasingly impatient self. Even Duoluduo felt the change.

His life had changed a bit, and Dortuo glanced at the open-air dining table in the courtyard on the tree stump where Farnell had been sitting, spending hours cleaning his ever-growing growths that were turning into lion's mane. hair.Finally, she gave up and admitted that it was the most unmanageable weed pile she had ever dealt with in her life, and then patiently weaved a few sunflowers into Duoludo's braids.

[My dear, you are as big as a beast now. ]
Duolu spent 2 minutes analyzing the tone of his lover at that time, and he was relieved that his marriage relationship had not deteriorated.Dream elves have changed during this time, but some habits have remained.Every morning, the residents of the Forest of Dreams will still step out of the tree house to enjoy nature in the morning light, dew and shade.

"Squat down." The tone of command sounded from behind, Duo Duo obeyed and squatted halfway, a dark green robe covered the rock-like muscles, Frannell's moving palm was like a breeze, she appeared in Duo Duo's vision Zhongshi winked playfully, "If you're older, I'll have to prepare a troll-sized elder suit for the Harvest Festival gift." This was a joke, and Duoludo knew very well that he was at most a grizzly bear size.

"Those trees that you cut down, remember to plant them yourself, there are already enough outdoor tables and chairs..." Frannel raised his eyebrows, and the angry expression made the violent man feel guilty, "I don't want to explain to the new neighbors My own husband is a druid not a lumberjack, understand?"

"Well, I'll go to Charles' next time."

Frannel's expression became weird, but Doroto could distinguish the smile.She was arranging the buttons on the elder druid's robes, a pastime she considered a bond-bonding pastime.

"Fanilla has a letter."

Duolu used his brains and remembered that he still had such a rebellious daughter.

"Isn't she planning to come back? Hines has gone home."

Farnell's attention moved to the leather buttons.

"Our little cutie found her lover, a human being, in that magical city."

Duolu thought for a moment.

"What's the matter? She is worried that I will oppose them being together? I am an enlightened father, and I advocate free love. Fanila has grown up, and she has the ability to choose her own future. If she can bear that human being will age and die earlier My dear, why are you looking at me like that, I am quite democratic and open!"

Frannell smiled. She leaned forward and leaned on Duoludo's chest. She approached the berserk's nose like a prank.

"That's great, my dear, because the human that Fanila likes seems to have a demon girlfriend."

"Where's my battle axe?" The grumpy old father broke his defenses on the spot, patrolling the territory like an angry lion, with the elf wife hanging around his neck, and his melodious laughter was like a wind chime.

"Here." The competent and virtuous wife stuffed the weapon into Duoludo's hands.He took a closer look, with a strange expression on his face.

"Honey, why did you give me a broken stick?" The stick that disappointed the Berserker was not broken, and there was a beautiful emerald stone on the top of the tangled tree and vines.

"What kind of broken stick, you don't even know your own druid staff? Today there is a meeting between Queen Tiffany and the House of Elders, Mr. Moonscar, are you really going to enter the venue dressed as a woodcutter?"

"Oh! No! I totally forgot, dear."

The Moon Crown Council is an annual Elf Council held in August. The meeting place is a huge banyan forest spawned by the druid elders. Every participant needs to spend time and energy exploring in the complex roots.Because the meeting place changes every time, only a skilled druid can distinguish the special marks left on the roots.

Dorudo still brought his beloved small axe, relatively speaking, the rough-polished stone ax was about the size of a millstone, and it was light in the hands of a berserker.For Durodo's current strength, the druid's staff was too light. He held the staff in the palm of his hand, like holding a big toothpick.He didn't dare to use force at all, for fear that it would be crushed if he applied more force.

Reassuringly, he wasn't the only dream elf in this predicament.My friend Charles was standing by the entrance of the House, wearing a turquoise stone armor, like a green bastard standing upright.Of course he had an impression of the rough workmanship. There were no stonemasons in the dream elf group, and this bastard and his own stone ax were all entry-level handicrafts of this defender who mastered the power of the earth.Eisenor was standing beside Charles, normally wearing druid robes, and kept saying something to him as if comforting, although her fingers were glowing slightly.

Friends greeted him, and Eisenor immediately asked Dorodo for help.

"Help me persuade him, he still refuses to take off these rough stone shells."

"Insufficient armor phobia?" Doruto recalled a popular vocabulary among the students.

The moonlight priest sighed, "Let's just think so, I don't believe that all defender players are as serious as him, this is the Moon Crown Council, I don't want the most respected elders of the dream elves to find out that the war druid Charis The general turned into a stone ball, especially when I was standing next to him."

Charles Nightingale began to defend himself.

"You don't understand, Essina! I can't take off this armor! It's too light without it, I've never felt gravity so weak, and without it I'd be flying to the sky!"

"It's okay, I will hold you well. If you go to heaven, I will hold you like a balloon." The Moon Priest found that the men around him were fools, and he didn't need to explain the wonders of nature to them. It's good to coax.

"That won't work, you're just a flimsy and crispy priest, you can't hold me, Doruto, you came at the right time, you are strong, you hold me, don't let me fly!"

The Priest of the Moon felt that he must have been blind before, but now he was only thinking about how to launch this fool into the moon.Not wanting to worry about it anymore, Eisena extended a helping hand to Duoludo.

Duoluduo suddenly realized, and approached quickly.

"Thank you, Eisenor."

The Priest of the Moon looked at the emerald staff in his hand and fell silent.

(End of this chapter)