My Summons Are Weird

Latest website: For five whole days, the Qingye elves assisted Chenxi to repel the sea monster, treat the wounded, and spare no effort to use the only remaining essence of the tribe to repair the forest land damaged by excessive fighting... However, the patriarch Wu Lin has always been He couldn't say a complete sentence to the three lords of Chen Xi.

Even though Sigrid, nicknamed the acting lord, was very polite to him and his people, Ulin was still surrounded by anxiety.

In the past few days, he has deeply realized that raising the family to help the Chenxi leader is just a icing on the cake. In fact, before they entered, the Chenxi leader had effectively weakened the Siren tribe through various means.

The attitudes of the three lords made Wulin doubtful, and Chen Xi felt that this was not a necessary help, and they would not accept grace...

"Did you choose the wrong path?"

Wulin couldn't help but sigh with emotion, but he didn't dare to insinuate, for fear that the shrewd acting lord would hear his intentions and classify all his motives as purely speculation.

Wulin, who temporarily lived in the woodland near the castle, lay on the grass, allowing his old and withered body to feel the vitality of the earth. Those pulsating vegetation elements rushed forward like a river, swimming between his dying body On... All of this is like returning to the time when I was young.

Melancholy, apprehension, anxiety, intertwined, tormenting his heart, the times are changing too fast, the foundation of magic knowledge and magic power is beginning to be disconnected, more races are only relying on instinct and talent to fight, and the sea monsters that come ashore are generally in the tide of magic power. After coming, I got a rank promotion, but this promotion to the second rank did not bring much advantage in the face of better knowledge.

Elves with the same high affinity for magic are no different from these sea monsters.

Reminiscent of the lingering sounds of birds in the past era, the mottled memories are like mottled murals, incompletely and incompletely projected in the mind.

This is the second wave of magic power experienced by Ulin. When the wave of magic power that caused the collapse of Melias came, the Aoba clan was still the leading clan adjacent to the territory of Melias. However, the patriarch at that time could not see the situation clearly. Mistakenly underestimated the harm of the impregnated spirit, causing the Green Leaf Elves to suffer heavy losses, and only less than ten thousand clansmen managed to escape.

All his parents died in that disaster. From then on, Ulin vowed that if he could control the fate of his people, he would try his best not to make wrong choices.

Dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Many things in the world are not up to you to choose, but to see how others choose.

The weak green leaf has been declining continuously for hundreds of years. Even if Wulin made the right choice to preserve the ethnic group time and time again, it was nothing more than that.

It can survive, but only minimally.

Now his body is being summoned by the forest god, and his soul is about to return to the land of green shade, but he has never dared to hand over the right to "choose", not because he is greedy for power, but because of fear.

The world is changing too fast. According to the elders, the tide of magical power that comes once every thousand years comes more and more frequently, and the duration is also getting longer. This earth-shaking change has made him unable to keep up with the rhythm of the times.

New races, new knowledge, new powers, new rules...they appeared violently without preparing anyone for a chance. ....

If even an experienced helmsman like him is afraid of the ensuing stormy waves, what should the young helmsman do?

The bewildered Wulin felt that the ground behind him was no longer warm, but was piercingly cold, which made him fall little by little.

"Patriarch, Ms. Sigrid invites you to go to the castle for a while."

Still immersed in the confusion of memories, Wulin boarded the elevator in a daze, and was guided by a few slimes to push open the door of the conference room.

When the green radiance of spring in the conference room poured down from the top of his head, when Wu Lin saw the numbered woodland in the projection and was pointed at by Lu Yu, Sera and an unknown girl, he was fascinated. Waking up in a daze, he saluted instinctively.

"Clan Chief Wulin, it's a big bet. If the Chenxi leader accidentally loses to the sea monster, you have no other choice but to migrate. At this turbulent time, this will make the Qingye clan fall into the bottomless abyss. "

Sera's straightforwardness made Ulin silent, and he responded bitterly: "Although you don't want to

I don’t want to believe it, but this action does have the mentality of repaying the favor... I know that such words will appear hypocritical, but Aoba has never been a race that never repays gratitude, but..."

Ulin said firmly: "I also admit that we are eager to get more rewards from Chenxi."

Sera said: "We know what you think, so we are willing to accept some of your new generation of elves to live in the 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, then let out a long sigh, trying not to ask the stupid question that Selah said.

"In this era, it will be very difficult for a small group like Aoba. You have also experienced the last wave of magic power. I don't need me to tell you how chaotic it will be when the wave of magic power reaches **." Sera added.

Wulin knew that this was the moment of decision, and like most of the choices he had made in the past hundreds of years, he chose to survive.

"Is it the choice of Chen Xi?"

"Yes." Sera replied immediately, "As long as the seeds of the tribe are not destroyed, there is hope to grow towering trees again, isn't it?"

Wulin, who had seen through his plans and obsessions, nodded heavily.

"After all, it's a friend who helped us, so it's not appropriate to be so harsh?"

The sudden sound made Wulin startled, and he looked at the glutton who seemed to be impatient and tapped his finger on the table with a look of joy.

"Absorbing the new generation, isn't this causing the Qingye clan to lose the most promising generation? Doing so will gain the reputation of the leader of the dawn... Tsk tsk."

"Making Chenxi lead better development is what we need to do. As for reputation... only the winners have the opportunity to talk about it."

"I just don't think you should be so harsh on your friends, especially when they're on our side this time."

Seeing the glutton getting closer and closer, and the scroll and accompanying map in his hand becoming clearer, Wulin's heart beat wildly, and his face turned rosy unnaturally.

"This is [mimetic monster]. You have already mastered [mimetic plant]. Now you can get a summoner that can provide dynamic attack. With the terrain, it should not be so difficult to pass the most dangerous stage of the magic wave."

Wulin is ready to hand over the best batch of new-generation tribe members to the Chenxi leader. Even if he is heartbroken, he has to think about the continuation of the tribe. What has he heard now? ....

The free second template, or can it supplement the [mimetic monster] that the elves are weak in dynamic attack?

Feeling the strength with which the glutton put the scroll and the atlas into his arms, Wulin's eyes turned red. His heart had been baptized for a long time and was riddled with holes. He didn't believe in the so-called friendship any more. He is willing to talk about gains and losses, but at this moment, he recalls himself who still remembered these beautiful things when he was young.

Speaking of which, isn't it the Glutton's initiative to propose this series of events for the revenge of the scattered dark green siren?

It is said that it was all because before the battle with the Summoner, the disrespected glutton got Vera's support. Such a trivial matter made him always remember it, and he was willing to fight for the friend he identified... , passionate, reckless, but... this is the kind of pure emotion he once yearned for.

It turns out that the gluttonous eater is the person who is most misunderstood by the outside world. He is not a demon who only knows how to eat, but a person with flesh and blood!

Sera squinted at Lu Yu, and snorted angrily, "You are not suitable to lead the Chenxi leader."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, leaving Lu Yu alone in a room with the unknown lord and Wu Lin.

"Selah is a nice person, but she seems rather cold when dealing with the affairs of Chen Xi, don't mind." Lu Yu comforted.

Wulin shook his head again and again: "Serra's choice is not wrong. If I were in her position, I would only do better... After all, Qingye has no room for bargaining, and Chenxi collar is the towering plant that can protect us more. Big tree, it is common for the strong to plunder and bully the weak, what we beg is often just not to be so harsh and cruel..."

The glutton suddenly turned his head, as if he was looking at the nameless lord, but soon, he turned his head back and patted himself on the shoulder

bladder.

"Come on, let me teach you how to use the [mimetic monster]. There are a few skills here. I hope that after you master them well, you will be able to resist the attack of Maple Blood. It is best to cause them some trouble... just as it is for Chen Xi Let’s get them involved, you see, in fact, I also have selfish intentions, we are each other.”

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Holding the scroll of [Mimicry Monster], expressing admiration for gluttons and confidence in the future of the group, Wulin left.

In the projection, Sierra applauded frequently as he watched Wu Lin who was staggering excitedly, while Lu Lu and Lu Yu could hardly hold back their laughter.

"The effect is very good. Even if you are well-informed and experienced, after this set of procedures, you still believe in it." Serra said.

"It's really useful to hang him out for a few days. It's much more useful to think about it by ourselves than to end it in person." Lu Yu couldn't help laughing.

From the very beginning, the three of them had no intention of accepting the elves of the Aoba clan. Aoba is a group that is too large compared to the Dawn leader, and the overall acceptance is full of unknowns. Accepting only a part will leave the Aoba clan with the impression that the Dawn leader divides the group. It is inevitable that there will be no variables in the future.

Since its establishment, the number of people accepted by Chen Xiling has been extremely limited. There is no reason to gamble on the possibility because of Qing Ye's innocuous assists and being touched by their behavior of raising family aid~www.wuxiamtl .com~ Just give the necessary assistance.

Judging from the results, the routine of Sierra's black face and Lu Yu's red face, combined with the continuous reduction of expectations, until the last moment suddenly reached out and pulled a hand, worked very well.

"But we do need some elves to share the burden of plant cultivation for us. Where can we find them?" Lulu rested his chin, lost in thought.

"Don't worry, I told Milai before that Wupu City is a port city-state, and the slave trade is prevalent. One after another, there will be rootless and easy-to-assimilate elves coming to Chenxi."

Looking at the three people in the room who were having a heated discussion, Eunice huddled in a corner with a chill.

An experienced old patriarch like Wu Lin was manipulated by the three people in front of him, and he was grateful to help count the money when he was clearly sold.

"No, no, no... No matter how I think about it, it is impossible for such an excellent siren like me to be coaxed into such an idiot by a few words, and they promised to let me go back. As long as I am firm in this idea, I will never be deceived ,play!".

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