Song of Blood and Wine

As soon as I crossed the Formation, the densely dense trees in front of me changed instantly.

Although there are still countless giant trees in front of George’s eyes, what is different from before is that large and small, high and low tree-top huts are built on the thick branches of giant trees. Some are through the transformation of trees that are eroded by wind and rain all the year round, and some are directly carried on the branches like a bird’s nest. But no matter what it is, the table and the inside of the tree-top house are decorated with beautiful ornaments such as gems, crystals, or gold as much as possible, and the hollow patterns carved and drawn by the elves are particularly beautiful.

This is probably the cutest part of these long ears! The long life gives them plenty of time to become obsessed with the most inexplicable thing in the world-art. Even an ordinary elf has an artistic pursuit that the top human artists do not have. This is the nature that is completely dissolved in the blood of the elf.

"So that's why you borrowed from me every day to stab me, and then you have a good bow in your hand, engraved with messy patterns?"

George couldn't help it. She started to spit on her, because when she was resting on the march, she would use George's military thorn to portray the newly acquired bow.

"I sculpted the love relief of Spirit King Irwin and Sarah, you idiot who doesn't understand art!" When George starts to complain about Lova, he can always "just right" Eat a roll of the other's eyes.

George spread his hands, then looked in the direction of Croyce. Along the way, all the young elves who passed by Croys saluted him respectfully. And now, several young elves, who are only as high as Crois' waist, are laughing and playing around him, and the elven women not far away seem to have been used to this, and all of them showed loving smiles.

"This druid is the backbone of this elf."

George commented so, and Lova on the side was nodded in agreement.

"That is, my father, but the leader here, if you dare to move me, he will summon Phoenix kill you all, how about it, afraid right?! Little girl, let me go, take care of me Uncle me, I promise to make you enjoy it for the rest of your life. Spicy drinks...what do you want to do...help...wu wu..."

I grabbed a piece of dirty cloth from the horse back and put the black blade on it. After closing his mouth, George held his forehead and let out a long sigh. Originally due to Croys's face, he took the weapon of the black blade and tied both of his hands to his side, but George didn't take any further action.

I thought that this guy would take it up if he could meet, didn't expect it was a few minutes before Black Blade began to expose his nature and speak out.

However, George noticed what Black Blade just said:

summon...Phoenix?

In the march of the past few days, Rova always taught George from time to time, basically all kinds of knowledge of this World.

Among them, Phoenix this creature she mentioned the most times, because this is the most powerful fourth-order creature belonging to the natural camp, and their status in the natural camp is similar to that of Earth, heavy The position of mechanical forces in the entire national military defense system is the same, and it is the top priority.

However, the "African native chief" who wears a purple turban all day can summon Phoenix? Doesn't this mean that they are dealing with a heavy machinery unit that can easily summon?

I calmly touched the army stab at his hand and the revolver behind him, and George's pupils also turned red faintly, in order to deal with unexpected situations.

Only this time, George's vigilance did not come in handy.

Not long ago, with Croys leading the way, George and the others came to a small wood house with a floor room. Compared with other bird’s nest-like tree-top huts, the wood of Croys The house can be considered quite huge.

"Everyone, please sit down."