Chapter 907 Fresh Wind in the Moss Forest

The sun shines through the high canopy, forming bright beams of light among the criss-crossing branches and leaves, and casts mottled light spots on the trails in the forest covered with fallen leaves. It came out, with a string of fine noises.

A dwarf, child-like male gray elf with short gray hair emerged from the nearby bushes. He was wearing a brown blouse often worn by the residents of the Mosswood area, and he carried a pocket sewn with thick cloth on his shoulders. There are tools for collecting herbs hanging around his waist, and the sunlight from the forest falls on his gray eyes, with a faint brilliance.

Along with a slight rustling sound, several other gray elves also came out from the nearby bushes or paths. They gathered in one place and began to check the harvest of the day.

A gray elf companion came to the man with short hair and said casually, "Rupert, I'm going to live in the city tomorrow."

The short-haired gray elf widened his eyes in surprise: "Why?"

"Haven't you heard? The patriarch is calling on young and strong clansmen who yearn for a new life to gather in the big city," the partner explained, "We have a lot of orders for alchemy raw materials with the Cecil Empire, scholars Many large medicinal fields and distillation and maturation plants have been established around the city, and the work in the city is much more respectable than picking fruit and honey in the forest."

"...I heard about it, but I don't plan to go. I've lived in the woods for most of my life, and I'm not used to the chaos in the city."

"I knew you would say that," another companion walked over and patted the short-haired gray elf on the shoulder, "We'll miss you—we'll see you when we're free."

"You also want to..."

"We are all going to try our luck - the patriarch has always been smart, we decided to follow her call, what if everyone can live a better life?"

The companions left one by one. In the end, only the gray elf with short hair was left standing at the intersection beside the dense forest. He stood blankly for a while, and then came to the side of the path. This nimble gray elf climbed a boulder, where At a high place, he looked into the distance with slightly hesitant eyes——

Outside the dense forest, in the open space at the edge of the forest, a beautiful city stands quietly beside the "Wendini River", which is the proud royal city "Wind Song" by the Grey Elves.

The industrious gray elves have taken root in this moss forest for thousands of years, and this ancient city has also taken root here with the gray elves for thousands of years, and the wise Baizhi family has made changes in the last two centuries. Let the city glow with new brilliance - the grey elves who were accustomed to indifference in the mossy woods suddenly realized their talents in the business field,

The thriving herbal and alchemical roughing business suddenly made Windsong the most important commercial node in the northern Ogre Tribe.

More and more gray elves have changed the habit passed down from generation to generation, from the forest to the city, and traveled all over the western continent by trade routes, they have changed the views of many aliens on the gray elves, a small and fragile race, and also Bringing unimaginable wealth to the Mosswood Forest. Today, Wind Song is more prosperous than any other moment in history. The newly built city is populated by merchants and representatives from all races. The patriarch of the Grey Elf, Ms. Wenna Baizhi, sits in the center of the city, just like her Like a wise father, every day leads the land to become richer and stronger.

However, not all grey elves have given up on their traditions. In the vast land of Mosswood Forest, which is covered with dozens of dense forests, large and small, there are still many grey elves who stick to the habit of staying out of the world and keeping company with nature. When more and more roads and towns occupy important nodes in the jungle and open up the trade routes to the human world in the jungle, these gray elves who stick to the tradition gradually become like hermits in modern society. An alternative in the general trend of civilization, continuing to maintain the previous life... It also seems to be more and more out of date.

"Maybe...it's time to get out of the forest..."

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A tall Red Valley courier came along the road by the Undine and entered the city before noon.

The familiar city scenery made the messenger feel relaxed. He wore a smock with the seal of the Baizhi family, and led his horse through the bustling street market in the south of Fengsong, surrounded by the chanting sounds of various vendors in different dialects. A variety of shops and colorful flags fluttering in the wind surround the bustling streets.

Small gray elves can be seen everywhere, and there are tall orcs, red valley people, humans, and even dwarves and goblins among the pedestrians. In this street market, which is mainly used for small and medium-scale medicinal materials trading, merchants from all over the world asked questions. Considering the price, thinking about tomorrow, intrigues under the rules, and fiddling with every copper in my pocket generously and stingly.

The messenger passed through the most prosperous section of the market, and a group of soldiers was walking past the intersection at the end of the market. The bright armor and the powerful mechanical crossbow made these short soldiers look majestic.

A carriage that entered the city in the morning was being stopped and questioned by several businessmen. The emblem of Cecil was hanging on the carriage. A human businessman with a serious accent stood in front of the carriage, boasting with a red face that he was in this long road. On the trade route, the handymen carrying the goods were busy in the back of the carriage, and someone told a vulgar joke in a fast and inaudible Eastern dialect, which caused others to laugh.

A grey elf merchant is at the end of the market hawking loose fabrics, "wovens" of Typhon origin, which the Cecilians transported thousands of miles by magic trains—though the bulk of the trade was The upstream merchants are in control, but the scattered goods can still be circulated to the small merchants.

Several squat dwarves gathered in front of the cloth selling booth. They stretched out their hands and twisted the simple and cheap-looking cloth. One of the dwarves frowned, but his companion was moved by the low price. Negotiate with the dealer.

The messenger crossed this lively and almost noisy street and walked in the direction of the chief's longhouse. He passed the square in front of the longhouse and saw that something was being built on the largest square in Windsong City. A group of workers composed of humans and gray elves. It was busy there, and a huge crystal device had been erected. The metal base below the crystal device shone in the sunlight, and rune substrates waiting to be assembled could be seen on the ground all over the square.

There are curious children making noises on the outer edge of the square, and there are also many citizens gathered to watch. Several tall orc mercenaries are maintaining order with the guards of the square itself. Those who are covered with hair and look like tigers Or some kind of feline-human strong warrior with a scary chopping axe on his back, but he can only show a helpless wry smile to the overzealous citizens.

The leader's longhouse stood on the other side of the square. The tall towers and balconies were hung with the flag of the Ogure Tribal Kingdom. The messenger crossed the square and glanced curiously at the crystal installation that seemed to be almost completed not far away. .

A low but slightly soft voice came from the side: "The magical obelisk brought by the Cecils - it is said that when this thing is erected, most of the Windsong City can use bright lights. The magic spar street lamp is gone, and in the future, there is no need to worry about the old street on the west side of the city being burned again because the lampstand is overturned."

The messenger followed the sound and saw a female orc warrior talking to him. The other party had cat-like eyes, ears, hair, and even a tail, but his face and body had obvious female characteristics—this The incongruous and brutish appearance is the embodiment of beauty among orcs.

"Ms. Morelina, I brought letters from the east," the courier smiled. "Transnational letters."

The female orc probably smiled, her sharp teeth gleaming, she raised her finger and pointed in the direction of the chief's longhouse: "Ancestor bless you, Mr. Todd - the patriarch is inside, she should have been waiting for these letters for a long time. ."

The messenger thanked him, crossed the soldiers on the edge of the square, crossed the ramp between the longhouse and the square, and came to the door of the longhouse, where a servant was already waiting and led him into the longhouse.

After walking through the long corridor and arriving at the lord's reception room on the second floor, he came to the gray elf leader Wenna Baizhi - the sun was shining into the room through the narrow diamond-shaped windows arranged neatly on the wall. The various furnishings in the room cast bright and dark patches. The wooden desks, cabinets, back chairs and shelves all look a size smaller than the furniture commonly used by humans. Sitting on the high-backed chair that was still too large for her, she smiled at the messenger: "Todd, I've been waiting for you for a long time - I thought you would drop by on the train carrying the alchemy potion yesterday. ."

"Sorry, it took a little time for customs clearance in Shilin City. The Cecil people are adjusting their work procedures in the government affairs office, and the clerk over there is not yet skilled—" The messenger lowered his head, and then asked from his personal office. He took out a large bag of thick stuff and handed it to the Grey Elf Patriarch, "This is the letter you're waiting for."

"I don't really blame you either - compared to a few years ago, letters are now delivered from the human world to the Moss Woods much faster," Wenna smiled, taking the package and holding it in her hand for a while. After weighing it for a while, his brows couldn't help but jump, "Oh...that child still writes so much..."

The messenger couldn't help showing a smile: "Miss is good at expressing her mood with words."

"You just happened to be coming from over there, tell me--Is that child Meili doing well in Cecil?" Wenna blinked, not eager to open the thick stack of letters, "She adapts to the human world. live?"

"As far as I can see, she's doing as well over there as she is in Windsong," the messenger said, nodding. "It's not so much that she's adapted to life in the human world, it's better that the Cecilians do treat aliens equally. Attitude - Cecil City is friendlier than I thought, many people of different races and countries visit the city, even the Typhons who theoretically have tensions with Cecil. All kinds of races gather There, just like the scenery at Windsong City Market, everyone lives well there, and they don't get harassed because of their race and habits.

"Of course, the laws there treat everyone equally - even elves and even dragonborn, who are regarded as guests and allies by the Cecils, will be caught in prison for breaking the law, and in a way, we are more You can rest assured that Miss is safe - she has always been a well-bred child who respects the law and rules."

The messenger analyzed these things so indifferently and methodically. Obviously, his identity here is not just as simple as a "messenger".

"Dragonborn?" Wenna raised her eyebrows, "We did receive the news that the Cecil Empire and the Holy Dragon Duchy established diplomatic relations... But I didn't expect those closed dragonborn to walk out of the mountains so fast. I still Thought there would be no real dragonborn visitors in Cecil cities until at least next year."

"We once tried to knock on the door between the mountains of the Holy Dragon Principality, but it was always unsuccessful due to the long distance and different customs. Now it seems that Cecil's businessmen are indeed more skilled in 'knocking' than us. Better than that," Todd said. "From what I've observed, Dragonborn aren't all closed and conservative, at least the ones living in Cecil City don't look any different from ordinary people—and they get along with Cecilians. Still pleasant. Let me think about it...and there's a very interesting way of saying hello between them and Cecil's friend who is better connected..."

The "messenger" recalled a little, stretched out his hand and gestured: "Oh, that's right, raised your hand, pretended to be holding a wine glass, and then [Bayi Chinese Network] shouted: 'Friend! Frost resistance potion !", and finally made a gulp action..."

"This..." Wenna Baizhi stared dumbfounded at the scene drawn by the messenger Todby, before shaking her head in confusion for a long time, "The customs of the Dragonborn are really incomprehensible... As expected of being able to survive in such a cold place Race."

Then she raised her head: "But these details are not important, the key is that now we also have the opportunity to do business with those dragonborn-maybe I need to discuss this with Schwak, you go and inform him, Let him come in the evening."

"Yes, chief."

The messenger Todd left the room, and Wenna Baizhi put her eyes on the thick packet of letters. After staring at them for a while, the gray elf leader finally stretched out his hand, and at the same time long He sighed deeply: "Alas... After all, I gave birth to myself... Just wait until the signal from the magic net of the Cecil Empire is connected..."

The first letter was pulled out and opened, and Wenna's eyes came into view in graceful font:

"Mother, I've been living in Cecil City for a while, it's really an incredible city..."

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"It's an incredible adventure of a lifetime..."

Gawain put down the thick ancient book in his hand, couldn't help rubbing his eyes with his hands, and muttered to himself softly.

In the past few days, he has basically spent time studying this ancient book, and now he has finally finished reading the records of Modir Wilder's adventures.

He gained a lot of knowledge that was lost in history, and on the map hanging in the study, there were also a lot of markers worthy of attention.

And after several days of reading, what he wanted to say most was that sigh.

Modir Wilder... is indeed the greatest adventurer in the world, and probably not one of them.

The news to the North has already been sent, and Victoria Wilder already knew the news that the family's lost treasure had been recovered. In addition to expressing her surprise and gratitude, she also said that she would take this book with her when she was debriefing in the imperial capital before winter. Before that, the book would be kept on Gawain's desk for a while.

This book was definitely going to be returned to the Wilder family - Gawain didn't intend to keep it for himself. After all, the most important content in a book is the knowledge it carries, and this knowledge can be made into a copy.

But before Victoria came to the imperial capital, before returning the book, Gawain felt that he had to find someone to confirm the details of what was mentioned in the book.

After relieving the fatigue caused by reading for a long time behind the desk, Gawain raised his hand and glanced at the ring of mithril on his finger.

I haven't talked to that Miss My Little Pony for a while, and I don't know if she's not interested in Mordir Wilder's adventure records...

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