Chapter 366

Placed on the table by the elven knights were several extremely exquisite wine jugs. On the top, the hollowed-out craftsmanship made the wine inside smell fragrant.

It has both the fragrance of fruit and the mellow taste of fine wine.

As elves with a lifespan of nearly a thousand years, almost no one in this world can compare with them in terms of enjoying life.

The elves were the first to apply magic in daily life. At its peak, nearly one-tenth of the population of the elves were spellcasters. In a true sense, magic entered thousands of households. .

If it weren't for the sparse population of the long-lived species, the rise of humans, and the fact that after the invasion of Chaos, these races that are more sensitive to psychic energy have been impacted far more than humans, maybe they would have developed a path not inferior to the Witch King .

At present, among the players, no one has found a way to become an elf, which makes many fans of the elves in reality, as well as other players who are interested in the appearance of elves, more or less somewhat disappointed.

In other words, no player has successfully transformed himself into a non-human race, and there is no other option when the game establishes a character interface.

The closest player was a player in the Kingdom of England. He successfully relied on his natural 16-point charm to pass the blood ceremony, allowing a high-level vampire to turn himself into the lowest-level vampire.

The player refuses to reveal exactly how he did it, so it is currently the only non-human player.

Of course, what awaits him is the pursuit of more than a dozen player groups, some of them are interested in blood blood, some have borrowed missions from the aborigines, and some are extremist religious elements.

In short, this player's recent life has been very thrilling and exciting.

However, these have nothing to do with Xu Yichen's current problems. He poured the fluorescent, light green wine into the matching cup, and the witcher first tasted the elf wine for Vittoria!

As time passed, the sun moved from the horizon to the top of everyone's heads. Under the persuasion of the berserker Karoo, the witcher drank three pots of moonshine wine unique to the elves.

This kind of wine tastes like the top wine in reality, but the taste is more refreshing, with a refreshing and transparent feeling.

"You drank the moonlight wine of the elves, and within the next twenty-four hours, your perception will be +1."

During this time, three other druids in rags joined the feast,

There were nearly twenty elf warriors scattered in the forest, and half of them rode silver armored horses like Legolas.

The other half were wearing the [Elf Ranger's Leather Armor] that the witcher had obtained before, wearing dark green cloaks, carrying bows and arrows, and daggers on their waists.

These were rangers of the woods, those part of the elves who were just beginning to learn the ways of war.

Every elf warrior who managed to arrive would stand in mourning for a few minutes beside the remains of two of his kin before they would join in the feast held in the ruins of their homeland.

Carpe diem, for these elves, the battle with chaos is so cruel.

As a long-lived species, since the invasion of chaos, the number of the entire race has been negatively increasing for five hundred years.

From a powerful race that competed with humans for living space at the beginning to the present, most mortals may not have the opportunity to see elves once in their entire lives.

Perhaps in a few hundred years, elves will be just another fantasy creature in the annals of mortal history.

Legolas held the Zhezhe wine glass and communicated with every clansman who arrived. A knight holding a map followed her, adding something to the map from time to time.

Legolas' face was sometimes gratified and sometimes sad, but he smiled and hugged every clansman who had asked.

Xu Yichen sat there and listened to Kalu and his three subordinates bragging about their achievements to each other, while the four druids sat silently on the side, indifferent to the world, just like four Chinese cabbages.

The so-called telling the truth after drinking, this group of bald men who drink very freely, all come from a tribe called Jotunheim.

It is said to be a tribe, but in fact this tribe basically controls the entire southwestern coast of the Far South Continent. The total population is estimated to be around 10,000. The usual favorite thing is to go fishing or rob pirates.

This group of Jotunheim people living by the sea with their backs to the forest are very conservative and rarely interact with outsiders. It is said that they have excellent shipbuilding skills.

To see which family has the bigger ship is to know which family is the most powerful.

According to them, the changes in the Black Forest actually have little impact on them. With the rise of a series of port cities such as Antony Port, these guys who depend on the sea for food have lower and lower requirements for forest resources.

This time, the people of Jotunheim appeared here, entirely because of the good relationship between Karoo's family and the elves, and it was completely a friendly support.

It wasn't until the sun had completed three-quarters of the journey that seven or eight elf knights arrived at the camp with scars all over their bodies and three corpses. They hurriedly reported to Legles at the gate of the camp for a long time.

Obviously, these elves encountered some troubles on their way back.

"We notified one of the allies who came to this gathering that they were intercepted and killed on the way, and my men found their bodies." Legles' men walked over carrying the corpse, and the elf knight mourned said in a tone.

The corpse was wrapped in white silk. It seemed to be about 1.8 meters tall. Judging from the protruding chest, it seemed to be a lady.

Putting the three corpses next to another table, Legolas still put the moonshine wine on the table: "They are Amazon warriors from the northern forest. My people only found three corpses. I respect these brave men." lady!"

The berserker Karui and his men raised their wine glasses together, and even the druid raised his glass as a gesture. The witcher and his two companions also drank the wine to honor the victim.

But he sensitively noticed that Legolas gave him a complicated look.

With the arrival of the corpse, the atmosphere of the banquet seemed to be shrouded in pessimism. The berserkers continued to drink one cup after another, but there was no more rough laughter.

"What happened, Legles?" Xu Yichen walked up to the elf knight with a wine glass in his hand: "I remember you said that you left two hundred people in this forest, and now there are only fifty or so in the entire camp."

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