Above the gray fog

In the five hundred years, the tribe has produced fifty-four Sequence 8s. Seven were lost in an accident while exploring the gray fog. Nineteen were sacrificed in the years of fighting with the Twilight Clan. The remaining Sequence 8s are less than thirty. Although they are still a strong force in the gray fog, if the Twilight Clan continues to consume them, it is only a matter of time before they are extinct.

It doesn't care about other materials. The diameter of the tribe is thousands of miles, and they have no shortage of resources. They are even too lazy to mine because they don't have the corresponding technology.

One Sequence 8 potion can be exchanged for ten weapons, and the bullets of these weapons need to be purchased continuously. The most important thing is that these weapons are still very easy to destroy.

At this moment, the old grass spirit was shaking wildly. It said in a hoarse voice, "If one potion is exchanged for twenty, our tribe can accept it. After all, the Sequence 8 potion is the foundation of the race..."

"This is our cheapest price, and it is also the bottom line price. There is nothing to discuss about the price." Wu Wang waved his hand. This price is really not too bad. Although the human race makes a lot of money, the grass spirits will not lose money.

"I need to go back to the tribe to ask the great sage about this matter." The old grass spirit hesitated.

Seeing its hesitation, Wu Wang continued to pile up chips, "Of course, you can also tell your great sage that if this kind of heavy weapon is destroyed on the battlefield, as long as the core is still there, you provide resources and we will help you repair it for free."

Then he added: "The core is hidden tightly and it is difficult to find."

Hearing this, the old grass spirit's eyes lit up. Just now, he was still worried about the problem of easy destruction. Now the upper tribe promised to help repair it for free. Soon it regained its calm and said, "I will bring it to the great sage. Everything is waiting for the great sage to decide."

Wu Wang said calmly, "Of course, then we will Looking forward to future cooperation.

In fact, I was laughing like crazy in my heart. We must help them repair it. If we don't repair it, how can they continue to buy shells? These are all resources. The human race will work hard, and with the resources provided by the grass elves, they will produce and supply them with ammunition to defend the front line. During this period, the human race can continuously collect resources, provided that the Twilight Clan has the patience to keep consuming.

Now the only worry is that in the end, the grass elves will be tied to the united front, but the human race will be involved.

However, benefits are always accompanied by risks, not to mention this kind of blood-making business.

"Show the specialties we brought to the upper clan master." The old grass elves seemed to be in a happy mood, and the hoarseness in their voice was much less.

"Don't call me the upper clan master, I'm not used to it. My surname is Wu."

"What does surname Wu mean?"

"That's it, surname Wu..."

"..."

"Okay, you can call me Lord Wu. "

Lin Nuonuo was translating beside her and her mouth was dry. She didn't understand why she had to worry about such things.

The old grass spirit showed a wise look and nodded. It understood a new word.

"Master Wu, come and see the specialty of our tribe and give it to the upper tribe. I hope that the upper tribe and my grass spirit tribe can have a long-lasting friendship. "

The old grass spirit waved his hand, and immediately the grass spirits sitting in the distance came forward, each holding a wooden box in his hand. There was a complex magic circle on the box, which should be their ritual magic.

There were seven boxes in total, which were neatly placed on the table by the old grass spirit.

Everyone turned their eyes to the exquisite little box on the table.

"Originally, I brought ten, but I lost three because of the previous accident." The old grass spirit said as he opened the wooden box.

Nothing happened after the lid of the box was opened. The old grass spirit knocked on the table, "Little guy, get up. "

A small hand stretched out, grabbed the edge of the box, and then exerted a little force. With a "hum~" sound, a black shadow in the box rose into the air and hung in front of the old grass spirit.

At this time, everyone could see clearly what it was.

It was a small humanoid creature with a pair of transparent wings on its back, but four hands, and a thin dress woven with something unknown.

"Is this an elf?" Lin Shan was slightly surprised.

"This is a kind of elf insect. They are born with a knowledge of the habits of various plants. As long as it is related to plants, they are good at it, including planting spiritual plants. The only disadvantage is that it is extremely difficult to reproduce. How difficult it is, you will know it after raising it for a few years." The old grass spirit said, and let the elf insect stand on his paw.

It was not until now that Lin Shan discovered that in addition to having two more hands, the feet of this elf insect were also different from those of humans. Some of them were similar to the claws of sparrows, tightly clasped on the claws of the old grass spirit.

"It's thoughtful. This is a good thing, but I don't know if it is difficult to raise? "Wu Wang stared at the elf bug for a long time, and the elf bug tilted its head and looked at him, and it seemed that its intelligence was not very high.

Seeing that Wu Wang and others were interested in this little guy, Lao Cao showed a subtle joy, "It is a little difficult to tame the elf bug. I plan to leave two tribesmen to teach the upper tribe."

As soon as these words came out, Wu Wang and others fell into silence. Good guy, he didn't forget to inquire about the strength of the human race until now, and he was prepared for both hard and soft things. This is well prepared.

"Just leave one person. We have a tribe member who was lost before. I wonder if it can breed this grass spirit worm?" This was said by Lin Shan. The tribe member he was talking about was naturally the one locked up by Zhao Xiaoan.

"Is Xia in the upper tribe? Oh, thanks to the blessing of the master of life, of course, Xia has this ability. I wonder if I can see Xia."

"I can't see it. It's far away." Lin Shan replied indifferently.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm still alive, thank the master of life for his protection." The old grass spirit said with relief, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Shan winked at Wu Wang, Wu Wang understood, and he said, "Since there's nothing wrong, I'll take you out of the tribe."

"This..." The old grass spirit hesitated for a long time and couldn't think of any reason to stay for a while.

"We can go back to the tribe by ourselves, so there's no need for the tribe to send us off..." After holding it in for a long time, he could only hold out this sentence.

"It's okay, we'll take you out." Wu Wang said indifferently.

"Ahem." He coughed lightly, glanced at Lin Shan, and said, "Little Lin, take you out of the tribe."

Then he looked at the old grass spirit, "Don't use spiritual resistance."

The old grass spirit is at the peak sequence 8, even Lin Shan can't force it to teleport.

The whole hall was wrapped in crystal blue light, and when the light dissipated, only the two hundred human extraordinary people were left in the hall.

Five minutes later, the human border.

Everyone appeared in the flashing blue light. The old grass spirit looked at Lin Shan with a strange expression, thinking to himself, "What kind of power is this? Why is it so cold, dark, full of decay, coldness and death?"

"The edge of the tribe is ahead, we won't send any more."

After Lin Nuonuo translated, the old grass spirit was about to speak.

At this moment, an extremely ugly spliced ​​evil fell fiercely pounced on everyone. It was ten meters tall and ran very fast.

"Another evil fell... Could it be that it escaped from the tribe of the upper tribe again? But this one is only sequence 9..."

"I'll do it." Only two words were heard.

A red gun with decorative patterns on it appeared in Lin Shan's hand. It was the 'light short' that Jin Tianzong gave him. After secretly nurturing it for a period of time, he could finally use it.

"Bang!" There was a light sound, not too loud. At the muzzle, a flash of red light flashed, and then a spark rushed out of the muzzle and rushed straight to the extremely ugly evil fell.

Seeing this inconspicuous tiny spark, the old grass spirit's pupils suddenly shrank, and its breathing became extremely rapid. It actually felt the breath of death from this tiny spark!