Elven "You can pass through here, but you are not allowed to enter the forest. ”

Elvish "...... Good. ”

Fang Qiuling blinked his eyes, and he had the illusion that a punch flashed to his waist.

Whether it's the arrows nailed to the carriage or the expressionless communicators, the message is very clear - warning! You humans are not welcome here!

In this case, the elves did not allow the caravan to pass through the Morey Trail, which was normal. And now it is actually said that it is okay to go, but the condition is that it is not allowed to enter the forest...... What is the difference between this condition and no condition? All but five Criders in the caravan were humans. Human beings do not have the same attachment to the forest as the elves, and they love the forest because it can provide firewood and food, which is full of utilitarianism. Elves are attached to the forest because it is their home.

Elvish "Humans, you're not welcome here. We'll watch your every move and do anything wrong......"

The elf drew an arrow with his backhand and put it on his bow. Only a crisp chord sound was heard, and the arrow was nailed to the frame of the last carriage. The coachman in the carriage screamed, and one fell off the carriage. The arrow did not hit the coachman, but he was still frightened.

Elf: "No problem, I'll tell everyone in the caravan." Thank you for your understanding. ”

A random arrow shows the elf's good shooting vividly. Although I have learned this in many fantasy stories and games, it is still very incredible to actually see it.

- A bow and an arrow can shoot so accurately, what if you change to a sniper rifle?

This scene made Fang Qiuling's thoughts involuntarily begin to emanate.

- Stop! Now is not the time to think about such a thing!

The elf's eyes narrowed slightly. As one of the best marksmen in the village, he not only has excellent combat skills, but also has an extraordinary beginning in the spiritual realm. The human in front of him was distracted, although it was only a short moment, but he still caught it.

In his concept, humans are filthy creatures. Trees were cut down to build houses and heated, and vast swaths of woodland were burned to make way for fields. There will be humans with chains and whips to take the people of the village for money. Compared to the burning, slaying and looting of the orcs, humans are actually not much better.

Compared to other humans, the humans in front of them are slightly more pleasing to the eye. His face was clean, well-dressed and well-fitted, with a bit of elf charm. His expression was calm, not arrogant, but the kind of ...... "wisdom" that can only be felt in the elders of the clan, yes, wisdom. What's more, this human actually knows Elvish and speaks it very well.

- What did this human just think?

The elf couldn't help but have such a thought in his mind. However, he immediately dismissed this thought, and now he is confronting this human, and he can't take it lightly!

[Elf language] "I am very grateful for your understanding...... "Fang Qiuling stroked his chest as a salute, "These things are a little heartfelt, please be sure to accept them." ”

Fang Qiuling untied the quiver he was carrying behind his back and handed it to the elf.

The simple act immediately caused the elves to be nervous. The elf leaped to its feet, and a backflip jumped a long distance backwards. By the time he landed, he had already drawn his bow and arrows, ready to attack.

“……”

Fang Qiuling was a little embarrassed - he kindly wanted to give some gifts, and there was nothing around him that could make the elves look good, so he would send bags and arrows. I didn't expect the elves to be so wary of humans. This backflip really goes far enough.

The elf looked extremely nervous when it landed. However, seeing the quiver handed out by Fang Qiuling, he also realized that his reaction was a little too aggressive-neurotic human, it scared me, won't you say it first, do it slowly?

Elvish "...... Then I'll leave it here, and you'll get it yourself later. ”

Fang Qiuling was not very afraid, even if he was pointed at by the elf with a bow and arrow, he had no fear of emotion. Although the elves are not very reasonable, they are all in the good camp. It has already been said that it can be passed here, then it will not take the initiative to attack.

He took a few steps to the other side, then slowly squatted down and lowered the quiver. Then he slowly walked back to the carriage with his hands still raised.

"Let's go. The elves allow us to pass through here. Just don't go into the woods. Fang Qiuling greeted Old Tom, "Daddy, help pass the word." Settle down, everyone, and don't make trouble for yourself. Otherwise, death will be in vain! ”

Immediately there was a message in the caravan. After a while, the caravan began to move forward again.

Fang Qiuling jumped into the carriage, then took the long sword handed to the coachman and tied it around his waist. His gaze naturally looked behind him, sweeping over where he had just put down his quiver. The quiver was gone, and the elf was gone.

This allowed Fang Qiuling to confirm that the Morey Elven Clan was indeed a relatively human-friendly Elven Race, which was consistent with the performance in the game. The civilization possessed by the elves seems to be no less than that of humans, and in the silver age, the elven empire occupied most of the world's territory. There are many elves who are friendly with humans, but there are also many elves who hate humans. For example, in the High Elf tribe deep in the forest, the High Elves who meet for the first time will never accept anything from humans, and their reputation is locked to "cold", which can only be unlocked by special power prestige tasks.

However, Fang Qiuling also knew that the elves were just allowing the caravan to pass through here. On the surface, it seems that the elves have left, but secretly there must be a pair of observing eyes. Surveillance is inevitable.

As Fang Qiuling expected, on top of the tall and emerald trees, several figures in emerald green clothes were gathering together.

Elgon, what did that human give you? ”

[Elf] "A bag of arrows." ”

Slender fingers pinched an arrow from the quiver and exclaimed.

Elvish language: "This arrow is very good! ”

[Elf] "Yes, yes, I'll see, I'll see." ”

"It's really good, it's much better than what we did ourselves." ”

There was a chirp above the treetops.

When he took the quiver, Elgang had confirmed that the bag of arrows was well made. Especially the arrow shaft, which was straight to his surprise, was much better than the arrow shaft that he had sharpened little by little with a knife. The most rare thing is that the whole bag of arrows is of the same standard, not only the length of the shaft is the same, but also the weight is very similar. It's a rare goodie.

The arrows used by the elves are all made by themselves, and they are not only of different lengths, but also of different materials. It can be said that almost no two arrows in the quiver are the same. Each shot not only calculates the target's speed, position, wind direction, and wind speed, but also estimates the arrows in the hand. whether the arrow is heavy at the front or at the back, and whether it will fall or upturn after being shot; Is the shaft of the arrow straight, and does it drift left and right after shooting......

Shooters are not only fighting enemies, but also adapting to the ever-changing arrows in their hands. However, with the bag of arrows that come out of almost the same mold in your hand, as long as the first arrow has a feel, the next few arrows will definitely be able to seal the throat with arrows!

Elves are natural marksmen, yes. Even the best arrows can be extraordinary, but why not have better arrows? With this bag of arrows in his hand, El Gang, that is, the elf who negotiated with Fang Qiuling, felt that his strength could increase by two layers out of thin air.

But......

"Don't take them all, at least keep two for me." ”

Fang Qiuling's quiver was a small quiver, and there were only twelve arrows in a bag. You smoke one, I take one, and the quiver is soon half gone.

Ergang's grim face was just a little more unnatural and heartache at first, but in the end it turned into helplessness.

Not a single arrow in the quiver was gone.

……

The caravan moved on. As you go deeper into the Morey Trail, the road becomes rougher and narrower. The tall trees on either side gradually obscured the sky, and the sunlight filtered through the treetops, leaving pillars of light and shadows on the path.

The sky gradually became dark, and the golden sunlight gradually turned into the golden red characteristic of the setting sun. When Fang Qiuling's first carriage had to be lit with the windproof lamp in front of it for illumination, Raymond decided to set up camp here.

The wagons carrying the goods were gathered in a circle around the city, which were connected to each other by iron chains to form a simple fortification. Collect some dead wood and broken branches from the side of the trail, and then light a campfire in the center of the wagon fence. The half-elven hunters jumped into the carriage as sentry posts, without command.

Raymond was very experienced, and the caravan entourage was all veterans, and the camp was quickly set up. After a while, the aroma of food gradually spread through the camp.

Dried bacon and baked potatoes, plus a glass of ale, these make up the whole of the dinner.

Shino took two servings, then jumped lightly into a carriage. There was no cargo in the carriage, and two sleeping bags were placed. Fang Qiuling occupied one of them and was sitting on his sleeping bag. He held a thin booklet in his hand, and was reading it by the orange light of the windproof lamp beside him.

"Your supper, my lord."

"Well, thank you."

Thinly sliced salted jerky is simply grilled over a fire, giving off a salty aroma; Potatoes baked directly in a campfire are so hot that you can feel the heat just by placing them in front of you; The cheap ale is served in a wooden glass and has a slightly sour taste.

I pinched a piece of jerky and put it in my mouth, and the word "salty" was one word, and there was no other taste except for the greasy saltiness. Fang Qiuling's brows immediately furrowed.

"Hey, Shulick!"

The door opened again, and old Tom got into the carriage.

Fang Qiuling didn't look up, his gaze still stayed on the booklet in his hand. But he casually passed the wooden cup in front of him.

"Thank you."

Old Tom unceremoniously took the cup and drank it down.

The caravan's ale was very poor, and Fang Qiuling didn't plan to try it a second time after drinking it once. There is no malt fragrance, no wine taste, only the sour taste of astringentness. It's better to say it's wine, it's vinegar!

But old Tom didn't care, and he was still drinking heartily. For a while, Fang Qiuling wondered if this guy's taste buds didn't have a sour feeling. I don't drink it, but don't waste it, Fang Qiuling also transferred his share directly to Old Tom. With Jasmine's endless ice cream pouch and endless wine glasses, he is not short of drinks and water, and there is no need to force himself to drink "vinegar" every day to get water. Old Tom didn't care at all, and drank it dry.

"What are you looking at?"

Old Tom asked casually as he stuffed his mouth with jerky and potatoes.

"Bard's Score and Advanced Musical Technique."

"Advanced techniques?"

Old Tom has been stuck at the peak of Black Iron for more than twenty years, and he has never been able to enter the Silver Rank with Elemental Civilization. It must be a lie to say that he doesn't care, and as soon as he heard the words "advanced" and "skill", his eyes immediately became a little heavier.

"Shulick, talk about it casually, what are your skills? I want to learn a little bit too. ”

Fang Qiuling put down the pamphlet and said, "This is the knowledge of bards, you definitely won't need it, Dad." Singing the repertoire of demons, passion, and ecstasy, the song is played in conjunction with the ......"

"Oh...... Are there any advanced aspects? ”

Fang Qiuling nodded and gave an affirmative reply: "Yes." It's just the content of the bard's advancement, the content of breaking through from the unranked rank to the black iron rank. Dad, you're already at the Black Iron Rank, so you shouldn't need this aspect anymore. ”

"Alas......" Old Tom sighed, "when will you be able to advance?" He took his cup and took a sip.

"Me? I'm already advanced. ”

"Poof...... Old Tom's voice sounded on the side, "...... You, you...... You, when did it happen? ”

"Yesterday, the day before yesterday. It didn't take long to break through, and now it's still consolidating. ”

Fang Qiuling's strength is clear to Old Tom. Almost a month ago, the little ghost in front of him was still a third-class cripple who couldn't lift his hands and shoulders, and he was a little human-like by relying on deadly training. This third-class cripple is now actually said to have broken through! You've stepped into the Black Iron Rank! This makes the old Tom, who has been trying to civilize the elements for most of his life but has never succeeded, how can he be embarrassed? Suddenly there was a feeling that the days were all over the dog.

"I don't believe it!"

Fang Qiuling shrugged his shoulders and raised his right hand, and a silver-white fighting aura immediately covered his palm.

Old Tom blinked, then rubbed it vigorously with his hands. But the scene in front of him did not change in the slightest, and the silver-white fighting spirit was clearly visible.

Fang Qiuling moved his fingers. The vindictive spirit fluctuated slightly with the bend of his fingers, showing it to Old Tom unmistakably.

The release of Dou Qi is a sign of stepping into the Black Iron Rank, representing the control of the first level of power. This cannot be faked, cannot be faked.

"You, you ......" Old Tom held back for a while, and finally spat out the words twice, "Genius! ”

In a month and a half, he stepped from the unranked rank to the black iron rank, and it is not an exaggeration to praise him as a "genius". What's more, Fang Qiuling is not a teenager who is at the peak of his strength growth, but a young man who is about to run for three, and this strength is even hard-won.