Chapter three hundred and ten, secret conversations

The two men looked into the room through a gap in the wood.

She seemed to be in good shape, unhurt and unbound, and Armstrong, who was a little timid, didn't seem to have much of a problem.

Just as cold Nebula was leaning his head against the wall of the cabin, he planned to listen to what was going on inside. There was an iconic blast from Isriel, followed by a loud crash close to his ear, and before the Cold Nebula could react, he was under the weight of his long furry teeth.

That's an elephant on top of a Cold Nebula. Fortunately, only the legs of the Cold Nebula, if directly under the body, the Cold Nebula is expected to be this across the elephant to be crushed to death, I am afraid this book will be over... ...

When the cold nebula pushed away its furry teeth and rushed over to Serta wind breath to stand in the hole in the cabin, Isriel raised his hands in surprise, then turned his head, pRETENDING NOT TO CARE said: "unexpectedly... found... here. " In fact, already can not control their joy mood, almost laughed.

Isriel is now thinking very happy, because the cold Nebula can find here, then that he has a cold Nebula in the heart of a certain position. But at this point, the Armstrong on the other side might feel the same way.

The Cold Nebula saw this and understood what was going on. It seems to be a very simple thing to think of their own complexity, Isreal was not what master caught here, but on their own initiative to come. Knowing all this, the cold nebula pursed its lips and said to Isreal, "are you hungry? " Reaching out, it pulled out a raspberry Armstrong, which it had to have.

"HMMM! " Cried Isriel, with a cry of joy, and once more flew up to widen the hole in the wall, and sprang out of the cabin, and with a great leap came to the Cold Nebula, and took the raspberry bread, which he very rudely thrust into his mouth, as he chewed, he stammered, "let's go, " pulling the cold nebula out of the valley, not with crumbs still clinging to his lips.

As soon as he left, Zelta Wind went into the hut, took the legendary moonstone out of his thick legs and ears, and followed him, holding the wounded Armstrong.

Only a group of people, with huge ears and thick legs, were left in the room, dishevelled in the wind that blew in through the hole in the wall. Just after Leng Xingyun and the other three had walked for about a time to burn incense, "Boss! Boss! WE'RE GOING TO BE RICH! This time we're really rich! " A little thief suddenly said to big ears and thick legs

Big Ears and thick legs are extremely depressed, see his brainless say what developed, also thought his people were scared crazy, then impatiently said: "Shut up! You Idiot, don't you think you are rich now? You didn't make any money, you lost one of your best men, and the house almost collapsed. I don't know what looks like you are rich now. "

"Well, boss, " continued the little thief, "yesterday I came out of the elven Grove and saw a wanted notice near the elven grove. It was the same people! "

"Oh? What about the notice? Is there a reward? " Big Ears and thick legs heard the wanted notice, two eyes flashed a dazzling light.

"Yes, yes, a thousand pieces of gold to the man who has been captured alive! A hundred pieces to the man who has found his way.

"Go! Inform! Follow me to the ELVEN WOODLAND! " Big Ear thick leg hears to have so richly rewarded, immediately leads the subordinate to the elven woodland to start.

In the eternal night city of the Jackal Wolf tribe, although it was already late at night, there was a sense of tension in the air in the Great Hall of the Eternal Night, where only a small candle was lit in the secret chamber, the Faint Flame of the candle brought only a little light, but beyond it sat two men, one of whom was a jackal in armor, and though he had a plain face, his eyes were very cunning, always staring at his opposite person, as if facing the enemy's cautious appearance.

On the other side of him sat a tall and thin Elf, who was handsome and handsome in life, but had an evil streak about him. His eyes were green, and he stood out in the dark chamber.

The armored Jackal sitting on the throne, it is on this endless prairie that the lord of the Jackal tribe, the city of the eternal night, Foshan, Luthur.

"Who are you, and to what do I owe this late-night visit? " Began sorrowful tooth.

"My name is nighthawk b'Clott, a messenger from the woodlands of the tail elves, and I have come to pay my respects to Lord Goshawk on the orders of our elven elders. " B'Clott calmly answered the question raised by Bertholt, but the tone of voice always let a person feel a kind of strange feeling, but can not say exactly what is wrong.

Fang, who had nothing to do with the elven race, opened his suspicious mouth to the Nighthawk biclot and asked, "oh? An Elf? The elven people have nothing to do with the jackals, and I wonder what this late-night visit is all about."

Upon hearing his question, the Nighthawk birkelot began to talk in a fog, which made him impatient, "HUMPH! " He said angrily. "Surely Your Excellency did not come here late at night to flatter me. Please be direct. What is the purpose of this visit to my tribe of jackals? "

"Lord Cangfang is very straightforward, " said the whippoorwill bigelow. I am sure Your Excellency knows of my elven rebellion, which has been pacified, but some of the rebels have escaped from the Elven Glades, and Lord Cangfang knows that the endless plains are now your ORC's domain, and it would be inconvenient for US elven to seek out these rebels, so as not to cause any trouble between US elven and ORC, the elven elders have sent me to pay a visit to Lord Cangya, in the hope that he might be of some help."Nighthawk piccolot explained the purpose of his visit.

"Oh? Who is this rebel who has escaped? " Continued sorrel.

The Nighthawk Bichlott smiled and replied, "just a few rebels who went along in defiance of the first high priest, Serta Wind. "

Fang lucier laughed at first when he heard the Nighthawk Bichlott's answer, then he said, "but would a runaway rebel send an emissary from the elven clan to ask for help from a stranger like Cangya Lothar? That's ridiculous! SEE HIM OFF! " Fang Lothar, feigning his anger, rose to leave the chamber, but the whippoorwill Pickett laughed, too, and turned doubtfully to him, and asked, "why do you laugh? "

The Nighthawk Bichlott stopped laughing and said coldly, "my Lord wanted to give Lord Cangya a bright future, but he was so unsophisticated, which made me laugh. "

Hearing that Nobunaga Oda was going to give him a good future, Fang lucier turned and sat down. "What do you mean, sir? " He asked

The whippoorwill Biclot, with a sneer in his Pale Green eyes, said, "behold my face, Lord of grey teeth... "

Blue Tooth heard that nighthawk biklot had asked himself to look at his face. He was puzzled. Wasn't he a handsome Elf? But still, driven by curiosity, he leaned forward and looked into the face of the Nighthawk Bichlott by the faint light of a candle in the chamber.

The whippoorwill Piclott, who had been hiding his face from the light of the candle, drew his face towards him when he saw the Pale Tooth Lothar leaning over him.

"Ah! You... you are... What are you! " cried the blue tooth when he saw the face of the Nighthawk bichlott sticking out of the shadows. The face on the neck of the Nighthawk Bichlott was the face of an evil spirit!

"Hehe, Lord of Grey Teeth, fear not, I, Nighthawk Bichlott, will not eat you. As to what I am, has not Lord of Cangya heard of the Devil's Hill?"The Nighthawk Bichlott has been fully restored to his natural form, he said to Tooth Lothar, licking his furry paws.

"You... you are the devil! " Said Fang Russel, who could not believe what was before him. Had not the devil left the devil's Hill for nearly a hundred years? Why would the devil come to the endless prairie now? In the city of Polar night as an emissary of the elves. ? Don't ...... ? ?"

The Nighthawk Bichlott did not shy away from the question raised by Cangya Lothar. "hee-hee, yes. Lord Cangya is right. I am the devil, " he replied

As chief of a tribe, Bertha Lothar is certainly no fool. Since the emissaries of the elven race are demons, is the elven race already under the control of these demons? The elven elder has become a puppet of these demons?

If this is the case, then these greedy demons will not be satisfied with just a small piece of land to occupy the elven woodland, they will take the entire endless grassland... And when that happens, ...... Old Tooth Lothar did not dare to think any more.