Shaman from Afar

After the sun rises from the ancient wood forest in the east, the heavy snow all night subsided in this rare good weather. The golden morning light sprinkled on the snowy ground, dispelling the winter killing.

And the tower standing not far away is like a knight in a silver cloak. The heraldic flag of the Frid family is still flying at the top of the tower. Silent announcement to Loren Turin who just arrived here, he Has reached the border of the human world.

Cross here to enter the ancient wood forest, which is the territory of the elves.

Turned off the saddle and walked over with the reins of Loren—he once read it in Wimpar ’s library, and the elves regarded human dismounting as a good sign.

I don't know what the reason is. These elves did not live in the tower, but set up a temporary camp nearby. A fence built by a circle of branches surrounds a few delicate-looking tents.

"Are you really prepared to take this risk?"

Tilted his head curiously with Asrell behind him: "These elves don't seem to deal well, what if they decide to kill you?"

"First of all, they came to the Principality of Lotel for help, and I am a wizard advisor to the heir of the Duke. If you kill me, the Principality of Lotel will ... well, even if they kill my Duke, they will not declare war on them; But since you are here for help, will your posture be lower? "

"Secondly, if you can worry about me for a little bit, we will not use these elves at all." Loren said in a very regretful tone: "But it's a pity, you don't ~ OK ~ . "

"... Dear Loren, you will increasingly say cold jokes."

As he approached the camp, Loren raised his arm slightly. The helpless boy sighed and turned into a black feather eagle again on his shoulder.

"No more coming, stranger, explain your intention."

A slender figure blocked Loren's only way, and just behind the figure, it seemed that more people could be seen faintly.

Although wrapped in a thick leather coat and cloak, this person's figure is much thinner than anyone Loren has ever seen, like a tall branch; fiery red hair tied into a pony tail behind his head, revealing a pair Pointy ears; emerald-like eyes watched the actions of the dark-haired wizard with vigilance.

This man is holding a long rifle in his hand, and the tip of the two-meter crimson grip is a gun head that emits a bright silver light and resembles a willow leaf; there is also a pack of animal skin on the back, tied with a few shorter ones Shooting.

"I am the Earl of Deep Limburg, heir to the Duchy of Lotel ..." Loren paused: "... a wizard advisor, Loren Turin, I came with friendship!"

The man was ready to salute Loren when he heard the first half of the sentence, and when he heard it, he immediately showed a bit of annoyed expression: "The person we want to see is Duke Lothal, there is nothing to talk to you about!"

"But if you want to enter the territory of Deep Limburg, you must get the consent of the Earl of Deep Limburg, and I am his wizard advisor and concurrently his military director." Loren snatched the title of Sir Aaron unkindly. Come here: "Only I can help you meet Lord Earl."

"Let him come in, Liya." A steady voice came from the camp: "We can't refuse a friend who comes with friendship, let alone a guest."

The elf named "Liya" reluctantly gave way, and threatening Loren bowed sincerely to the elf, and then walked in without any care.

A group of elves brought Loren to the campfire in the middle of the camp and surrounded him in the center. The elf named Liya never looked away from him, staring like a thief. he.

As he walked into the camp, Loren never forgot to observe these "elves"-they looked much slimmer than ordinary humans, but their limbs still looked very powerful, and they only walked in the snow. Shallow footprints are left.

It seems that the difference between elves and humans is not just sharp ears ...

"It's a great honor to see you, Lord Loren Turin." The elf who had just spoken walked in front of Loren and extended his right hand very kindly.

"Not at all, in fact we very much welcome the arrival of you." With a formal smile, Loren shook hands with him: "It's also an honor to be able to receive you."

This is a slightly older elf. Although it is different from the human appearance, it can also see wrinkles on the forehead and cheeks; a huge scar extends from his forehead to the chin, making the original The pretty face looks scary.

"You can call me Luca." The two sides sat down, and the elf named "Luca" asked, "Maybe our letterhead has been delivered?"

"I came here just for this." Loren looked at Luca sincerely and faced each other sincerely: "Although we haven't met each other, please believe me and swear in the name of Holy Cross I will do my best to let the two parties reach an alliance! "

"I have thought about this for a long time, and made a full plan; I did not hide it. After receiving the news of your arrival, I did n’t stay for a moment, and I rushed directly over here, because your affairs really do n’t allow me. Wait any longer! "

The tone of the dark-haired wizard is so sincere that he is so confused that even the elves around him are confused. How can this human wizard be so attentive to the elves?

"Uh ... I don't know, how are you going to help us?"

"Before discussing this matter, I think we must recognize the reality." Loren suddenly changed the subject, revealing a very embarrassing look: "That is the Duke of Lothal, likely to settle the elves who support the ancient wood forest. Not interested. "

The voice fell, and Luca, who was sitting in front of Loren, also showed an embarrassed look, and coughed a little: "... In fact, we don't need the Duke's army, as long as we can provide us with some supplies."

"Frankly speaking, even if you want to do that, it will be difficult." Loren sighed: "Because this is simply an unequal exchange for both parties."

For a long time, the elves of the ancient wood forest had never left there, and Duke Lothal was not interested in conquering this barren land.

After all, the elves can provide him with only a few more exquisite small sculptures, amber, and ogre leather and teeth. For these things, it is really not worth him to conquer a group of sturdy races that can fight against ogres ~ www.readwn.com ~ and these elves can't completely leave the Duke of Lothal-the elves living in the ancient wood forest do not There is no shortage of food, but there is a serious shortage of iron ore. Without iron ingots, they cannot forge weapons.

Use wooden guns and stone weapons against ogres, the result is obvious.

Under such circumstances, it is certainly impossible for Duke Lothal to support the elves with more amber and figurines; after all, although the Principality of Lotel has its own iron ore, it is not here What rich land has not yet reached the point where it can be supported for free.

Luca clearly knew this too, but he did n’t give up: "Is there really no hope at all? We have been guarding the Shenlinbao for so many years, and we have never let any ogres settle across the border!"

"But that is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Duke, forgive me for using this statement!" Loren explained immediately: "You may not be clear, but in the past the Earl of Shenlinburg was always confronting the Duke, maybe even I wish you could put the ogres across the border! "

The elves who heard this sentence were finally silent, looking at each other without knowing what to say-in the face of a lord who was sitting in the Principality, what could convince him?

"Don't you say that you already have a plan?" The elf named "Liya" stared at Loren all the time: "Why don't you just say it and still spend a long time here?"

"In fact, I do have a good way to persuade Lord Duke to provide support for the elven settlement of the ancient wood forest." Loren smiled slightly, his eyes flashing a little imperceptible pride.

"Moreover, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity-you can not only get support, but even form an alliance with the Principality of Lotel for decades!"