Chapter 498 497 The Black-Faced Sera, the Red-Faced Lu Yu, and the Other One I Forgot
Chapter 498 497. Black-faced Sera, red-faced Lu Yu, and another one I forgot
For five days, the Qingye elves assisted Chenxi in repelling the sea monsters, searching and treating the wounded, and spared no effort to use the remaining essence in the tribe to repair the forests damaged by excessive fighting... However, the tribe leader Wulin was never able to say a complete sentence to the three lords of Chenxi Territory.
Even though Sigrid, who was jokingly called the acting lord, was very polite to him and his people, Wulin was still surrounded by anxiety.
In the past few days, he deeply realized that the tribe's assistance to Chenxi Territory was just a icing on the cake. In fact, before they entered, Chenxi Territory had effectively weakened the sea monster tribe through various means.
The attitudes of the three lords made Wulin suspicious. The Dawn Lord felt that this was not a necessary help, and they would not accept the favor...
"Did I choose the wrong path?"
Wulin couldn't stop sighing, but he didn't dare to ask indirectly, for fear that the shrewd acting lord would hear his intentions and simply classify all his motives as speculation.
Wulin, who was temporarily living in the woods near the castle, lay on the grass, letting his old and withered body feel the vitality of the earth. The leaping grass and wood elements flowed forward like a river, wandering on his dying body... All this was like returning to his youth.
Melancholy, uneasiness, and anxiety intertwined and tortured his heart. The times changed too fast, and the foundation of magic knowledge and magic power began to be out of touch. More races were fighting only relying on instinct and talent. The sirens who came ashore generally got a rank upgrade after the magic tide came, but this one or two-level upgrade did not bring much advantage in the face of more excellent knowledge.
The elves with the same high affinity for magic power were no different from these sirens.
Recalling the lingering echoes of the past era, the mixed memories are like mottled murals, incompletely playing in my mind.
This is the second magic tide that Wulin has experienced. When the magic tide that caused the collapse of Melias came, the Qingye clan was still the leading clan adjacent to the territory of Melias. However, the clan leader at that time failed to see the situation clearly and underestimated the harm of the infected spirit, resulting in heavy losses of the Qingye elves. Only less than 10,000 clansmen successfully escaped.
His parents all died in that disaster. From then on, Wulin vowed that if he could control the fate of his clan, he would try not to make the wrong choice.
Dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Many things in the world are not up to you to choose, but depend on how others choose.
The weak Qingye has continued to decline over the past few hundred years. Even if Wulin has made the right choices to save the clan again and again, it is just like that.
It can survive, but it is only a minimum survival.
Now his body is being summoned by the God of the Forest, and his soul is about to return to the green land, but he still dares not give up the right to "choose", not because he is greedy for power, but because he is worried.
The world is changing too fast. The magic tide that comes once every thousand years in the mouth of the elders is coming more and more frequently, and the duration is also getting longer. This earth-shaking change has made him unable to keep up with the pace of the times.
New races, new knowledge, new powers, new rules... They did not give anyone a chance to prepare, and appeared violently.
If even an experienced helmsman like him is afraid of the stormy waves that follow one after another, what should the young helmsman do?
The confused Wulin felt that the land behind him was no longer warm, but was chilling, making him fall bit by bit.
"Chief, Ms. Sigrid invites you to the castle for a chat."
Wulin was still immersed in the confusion of memories. He boarded the elevator in a daze and was guided by several slimes to open the door of the conference room.
When the green light of spring in the conference room poured down from above, and when Wu Lin saw the woodland with numbers on the projection and pointed out by Lu Yu, Sera, and an unknown girl, he woke up in a daze and bowed instinctively.
"Chief Wulin, this is a big bet. If Dawn Territory loses to the Siren by mistake, you will have no choice but to migrate. At this turbulent time, this will cause the Qingye clan to fall into the bottomless abyss."
Sera's straightforward words made Wulin silent. He responded bitterly: "Although you don't want to believe it, this action does have a mentality of repaying gratitude... I know that such words will appear hypocritical, but Qingye has never been a race that knows how to repay gratitude, but..."
Wulin said firmly: "I also admit that we are eager to get more rewards from Dawn Territory."
Sera said: "We know your thoughts, so we are willing to accept some of your new generation of elves to live in Dawn Territory. As for why not all of them, I don't think you will ask such a stupid question, right?"
Wulin hesitated to speak, and then sighed, forcing himself not to ask the stupid question in Sera's mouth.
"In this era, a small clan like Qingye will be very difficult. You have also experienced the last magic tide. You don't need me to tell you how chaotic it will be when the magic tide reaches its climax." Sera added.
Wulin knew that this was the moment of decision. Like most of the choices he had made in the past hundreds of years, he chose to survive.
"Is it the Dawn Territory that makes the choice?"
"Yes." Sera answered immediately, "As long as the seeds of the tribe are not destroyed, there is hope that a towering tree will grow again, right?"
Wulin nodded heavily after his plan and obsession were seen through.
"After all, they are friends who have helped us. It's not appropriate to be so harsh, right?"
This sudden voice made Wu Lin startled, and he looked at the glutton with a look of joy, who seemed impatient and tapped the table with his fingers.
"Absorbing the new generation, wouldn't it make the Qingye clan lose the most promising generation? Doing this will ruin the reputation of the Dawn Territory...tsk tsk."
"What we need to do is to make the Dawn Territory develop better. As for reputation...only the winners have the opportunity to talk about these things."
"I just think we shouldn't be so harsh on friends, especially since they are on our side this time."
Seeing the glutton getting closer and closer, the scroll in his hand and the attached map became clearer and clearer. Wu Lin's heart beat wildly and his face turned unnaturally red.
"This is a [Mimic Monster]. You have already mastered the [Mimic Plant]. Now you have a summon that can provide dynamic attacks. Combined with the terrain, it should not be so difficult to survive the most dangerous stage of the magic tide."
Wulin was ready to hand over the best batch of new generation tribesmen to the Dawn Territory. Even if his heart was broken, he had to consider the continuation of the tribe. What did he hear now?
A free second template, or a [Mimic Monster] that can supplement the weak dynamic attack of the elves?
Feeling the force of the glutton stuffing the scroll and the map into his arms, Wulin's eyes were red. His heart had been baptized and riddled with holes for a long time. He no longer believed in the so-called friendship and was only willing to talk about gains and losses. But at this moment, he recalled himself when he was young and still remembered these beautiful things.
Speaking of which, wasn't it the glutton who took the initiative to propose the revenge belt for the scattered Deep Green Siren that triggered this series of events?
It is said that everything was just because before the battle with the summoning master, the disrespected glutton received the support of Vera. This trivial thing made him always remember it and was willing to fight for the friend he recognized... impulsive, hot-blooded, and reckless, but... this is the kind of pure emotion he once yearned for.
It turns out that the glutton is the one who is most misunderstood by the outside world. He is not a demon who only knows how to eat, but a flesh and blood person!
Sera squinted at Lu Yu and snorted angrily: "You are not suitable to lead the Dawn Territory."
After that, she turned and left, leaving Lu Yu alone in the same room with the unknown lord and Wu Lin.
"Sera is a good person, but she seems to be a bit cold when dealing with the affairs of the Dawn Territory. Don't mind it." Lu Yu comforted.
Wu Lin shook his head repeatedly: "Sera is right to be chosen by God. If I were in her position, I would only do more... After all, Qingye has no room for bargaining. The Dawn Territory is the towering tree that can protect us better. The plunder and bullying of the weak by the strong are commonplace. What we often beg is not to be so harsh and cruel..."
The glutton suddenly turned his head, as if he was looking at the unknown lord, but soon, he turned his head back and patted his shoulder.
"Come, I'll teach you how to use [Mimicry Monster]. There are several techniques in it. I hope that after you master it, you can resist the attack of Maple Blood and create some trouble for them... Just think of it as involving them for the Dawn Territory. You see, I actually have selfish motives. We are the same."
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Holding the scroll of [Mimicry Monster], Wu Lin left with admiration for the glutton and confidence in the future of the tribe.
In the projection, watching Wu Lin staggering with excitement, Sera clapped frequently, while Lulu and Lu Yu almost couldn't hold back their laughter.
"The effect is very good. Even if you are knowledgeable and experienced, you still believe it after this set of procedures." Sera said.
"It really works to leave him alone for a few days. It's much more useful to make up your own mind than for us to go out in person." Lu Yu couldn't help laughing.
From the beginning, the three of them had no intention of accepting the elves of the Qingye clan. Qingye is a clan that is too large compared to Chenxi Territory. Accepting the whole clan is full of unknowns. Accepting only some of them will give the Qingye clan the impression that Chenxi Territory is dividing the clan, which will inevitably lead to changes in the future.
Since its establishment, the number of people accepted by Chenxi Territory has been extremely limited. There is no reason to gamble on the possibility just because Qingye has provided a painless assist and is moved by their clan's assistance. Just give the necessary assistance.
From the results, Sera's face was black and Lu Yu's face was red. The routine of constantly reducing expectations until the last moment suddenly reaching out to help was very effective.
"But we do need some elves to share the burden of plant cultivation for us. Where can we find them?" Lulu held her cheek and fell into deep thought.
"Don't worry, I told Mile before that Wupu City is a port city-state with a prevalent slave trade. There will be rootless and easily assimilated elves coming to Dawn Territory one after another."
Looking at the three people in the room discussing heatedly, Eunice huddled in the corner and felt a chill.
An experienced old patriarch like Wulin was played around by the three people in front of him. He was clearly sold but still helped count the money with tears of gratitude. I won't do that either...
"No, no... No matter how I think about it, a good mermaid like me can't be fooled into that stupid look by a few words, and they promised to let me go back. As long as I am determined, I will never be bewitched or played around!"