Alien world

Chapter 1126 Chapter 48. Communication
"What are you looking at?"

Prince Aidan walked up to Annan.

"I'm looking for Irelanze... Have you seen her?"

"The elves are all gathering around the celebration. Maybe you'll see her in a few days when she's done with her work," he smiled.

"makes sense."

Annan withdrew his gaze from the distance and paid attention to returning to the long team.

He saw dwarves as short and stocky as barrels, orcs covered in animal skins, beautiful and majestic metal dragons, sea creatures with long scars left on their faces, ratmen howling sharply, vampires and undead wearing light-proof cloaks, and those rare races that were usually hard to see.

Looking at them, Annan was already planning how to stuff the goods into their arms and empty their pockets.

……

While everyone was enjoying the celebration and Annan was plotting an evil plan, the forest turned into the eyes of the dark night, silently watching the green city.

Most of the guests and the elves are gathered together. This is the best time to cause damage...

The elves blended into the parade, eyeing each suspicious elven resident.

But nothing happened.

"They didn't take any action?" asked the high elf elder sent by the Council of Elders.

"The enemy is waiting for us to relax." Samael Nightsong guessed their style.

"Are we just going to wait for them to wreak havoc in Evanas?" the high elf elder said gloomily.

"On normal days we can easily spot outsiders, but during the celebration period, the royal court is full of humans."

"All humans should be arrested and interrogated!" said the high elf elder radically.

Faced with such outrageous remarks, Samael Yege had to remind: "It is not only the kings and lords who are coming, but also the messengers of the Supreme King."

"A thousand years ago, no one could act recklessly in Evanas." The high elf elder said angrily.

Samael Nightsong also remained silent.

The era of elves has passed, and humans are the protagonists of the new era...

After the parade, there was a grand banquet. The vast flower garden was filled with long tables, and on the tables were sweet fruits... fruits... and fruits.

There were only fruits and juice, nothing else, revealing the arrogance of the Lord of the Old Times.

But it was normal. After all, when Annan invited the vampires, he would not prepare blood food at the banquet.

Holding a glass of juice, Annan went to visit his first "acquaintance", the vampire envoy.

The blood clan messenger with pale face and red lips stood alone in the corner, ignored by everyone.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Annan came over, greeting.

Faced with Annan's familiarity, the vampire envoy did not resist. He had also heard of Annan... but had they met each other... ?
"Which family are you from?" Annan asked.

"I'm from the Nosterman family." The blood clan messenger said, and seemed to see Annan's unfamiliarity, and added: "I am a brother family of the Morel family."

Annan's eyes lit up: "Williams is my nephew, who are you to him?"

"Uh..." The vampire messenger who was over 900 years old opened his mouth.

How come there is suddenly an uncle...

Never mind, the Scarlet Queen had such a good relationship with him, and even played lover with him, so he was just an uncle...

"Williams and I were playmates when we were kids." The vampire envoy said in a low voice.

"You have known each other for a long time, then?"

"Almost nine hundred years..."

Annan was silent for a moment. Nine hundred years ago... there was no Middle-earth yet.

He changed the subject: "How is the war in the Serens Mountains going?" "It's still going on."

The Nosterman family was also one of the exhibitors. It was normal for alien wars to last for years or decades, but humans were considered slow to end their wars after several years and were considered aliens.

"Tell me if you're in trouble. I can help you whether it's in war or in the Elven Court."

Annan said this without any modesty, but it was also true - although they had not yet formed an alliance, the Elf King's attitude towards him had become ambiguous...

Annan walked away amid the admiration of the vampire messenger.

After looking around, Annan selected the second messenger to be sent to lift the order, a bearded dwarf.

Annan likes dwarves, not only because they are hardworking, like to forge iron, drink wine and produce steel, but also because... they are short.

Every time he stood in front of Bronzebeard, Annan could feel how others looked at him. However, Bronzebeard was very sensitive and would always drive him away if he stood there for too long.

As soon as it reached the dwarf, it discovered Annan.

"I know you, you're too thin."

The dwarf raised his arms, his clenched fists and arm guards were almost thicker than Annan's waist.

Annan used his usual way of getting close to him: "Do you know Soruman Bronzebeard?"

"The Bronzebeard clan? There are too many of them, I don't know them all." The dwarf shook his head and impatiently told Annan to leave quickly.

Bronzebeard, Warhammer, Barrel... These are the basic surnames of the dwarves, as common as Jack and Jimmy for humans.

The attempt to get close to the man failed. Looking at the bearded dwarf scratching his head and looking restless, Annan suddenly had some guesses and took out a bottle of fruit wine that Irilanze had brought a few days ago from his magic ring.

The dwarf's eyes lit up when he smelled the wine. He took the wine glass, which was not even as big as his fist, and poured it into his mouth between his thick beard.

"It's so undrinkable! If I could use my magic ring and I had finished all the wine I brought, I wouldn't drink this rubbish!" The dwarf handed back the empty cup and said pickily.

Annan thought about it and took a glass of maple wine.

Gudonggudonggudong——

"Boring!"

Annan changed to the sparkling wine that is a specialty of Liberty City.

“That was almost there!”

What a picky dwarf...

Annan's magic ring is not a treasure chest. Apart from the alcohol that he asked Michael to distill a few days ago, there is no other alcohol...

As soon as he tentatively took out the alcohol, the dwarf, who smelled the rich aroma of alcohol, snatched it away, unscrewed the cap and poured it into his mouth.

By the time Annan reacted, the bottle of alcohol was gone.

Dwarves are all extraordinary, so they shouldn't be poisoned by alcohol...

Fortunately, the distillation technique was still very crude, and the alcohol content was not high. The bearded dwarf's brown face just turned brown-red and he staggered.

"You're fine, human boy."

The dwarf drunkenly raised his hand to pat Annan's shoulder and burped: "Hey...you want to ask us for help, right? Give me another barrel of this wine, and I will help you speak well of it to the Dwarf King!"

After saying this, he turned and walked away like a rolling wine barrel, interrupting Annan's words.

Forget it. A barrel of alcohol can be used to contact the Dwarf King. It's not a good thing to do.

And it looks like distilled spirits will soon become a popular specialty.

Annan continued to look for his third target - he set his sights on the orcs.

But he had no good reason to contact him. The Howler probably had no status in the orc tribe, and he had nothing that could attract orcs.

But Annan was reluctant to skip over the orcs, as he had been craving the orcs' bodies for a long time.

(End of this chapter)