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"Don't worry, Argus's reconnaissance aircraft will not be able to come to this place!" Alphens, while laying a blanket made of unknown animal fur on the ground and inviting everyone to sit down, instructed another elf to go to the boat to retrieve the package containing food, as a messenger, there is really no more conscientious and excellent as her.

"You're welcome, honorable priest of Alphens!" Anton thanked as he sat down on the blanket, and the old fellow unleashed divine energy, and the armor on his chest glowed brightly, but not blindly, and began to read his little book by the light, and Forty-Seven suddenly became very interested in the booklet.

"Are you a priest?" Miria didn't sit down because Forty-Seven was sitting on a blanket and trying to peek at Anton's little book, she followed Alpheus to the river to fetch water and asked random questions, but she did wonder why a priest would come to be a boatman: "I thought the priests were all standing on a high platform, presiding over all kinds of solemn ceremonies, I mean, you are so kind and kind!"

"Night elves only have different positions, but their status is not as hierarchical as humans. Alphens replied to Miria's question with a smile, completely oblivious to the sarcasm behind her words.

Miria took a pour of water from Alpheus, and the cool water moistened her throat so much that it was as if she had soaked her body in a crystal clear spring.

"I have the impression that the Night Elves are a proud race, and you have really changed my opinion a lot!"

"Please keep your opinion, pride and kindness are not contradictory, are they?"

When the two of them returned with the water canister, the blanket was already full of all kinds of berries and bread made from some kind of forest fruit, and Forty-Seven, because he could not steal Anton's little book, had already run under a tree to observe the unknown little insect crawling on the ground, this terrifying creature that could bring endless destruction and despair to people, and sometimes looked like a child.

"Forty-seven, but that guy shouldn't need to eat, so let's do it for him!" Anton said unceremoniously stuffing a piece of fruit into his mouth, Miria was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and a dark shadow rose between Alphens's eyebrows.

Custer and the others soon returned, and after a short rest they were back on their way, and the sleeping forest, which had been completely reduced to darkness, became a veritable sleeping forest, and the occasional howl of a beast reminded the people that it was still a place of life.

When Anton gently woke up Miria, who was lying in the borehole of the boat, it was already dawn, and one of the two suns hung in the air, but the heat emitted did not seem to be as strong as it seemed, wait, why can we see the sun directly, have we sailed out of the sleeping forest?

Miria sat up, and was amazed by the sight in front of her, a large lake surrounded by forests, a city standing in the middle of the lake, where criss-crossing rivers and streams converge, and the endless rafts of wooden boats cruising back and forth on the lake, the sparkling water reflected the light of the sun, as if a thousand lights were lit on the lake, the city in the lake had no walls, and the shore was a crowded dock and bazaar, and the closer you got to the center of the city, the more majestic the buildings became, but the whole city seemed to have not used a single stone or steel, and the city itself was like a green plantIt's hard to imagine that an all-wooden building can form such a magnificent city, every night elf Miria sees has a bright smile on his face, the gloomy and ghostly impression of hiding in the darkness is completely broken by the image full of sunshine and vitality in front of him, the city is like a paradise away from war and suffering, which is a great miracle in itself!

The same city of Night Elves, the feminine and quiet beauty of the Uther tribe and the vigorous beauty of the Ildris tribe were so different that Miria even forgot to board the docks, and she was still immersed in the shock of this great change to her.

"Night Elves are indeed suitable for the night, but that doesn't mean we can't live in the sun - come up, Miss Miria!" Alphens walked over and took Miria's hand and brought her ashore.

"I hope to see Archpriest Ildris at once......" Anton glanced at Forty-Seven, who was looking around, "If Archpriest had this time!"

"Yes, I'll make arrangements for you, do you want Miss Miria and Mr. Forty-Seven to go with you now?" Alphens said unhurriedly, and her reaction surprised Anton.

Miria glared at Forty-Seven, and it was obvious that if this guy was going I wouldn't go, and if this guy wasn't going, I wouldn't go.

Forty-seven didn't say anything, he ran to the side to poke a passing dryad, who was trembling from tickling, its branches swaying, and making a purring sound.

Alphens waved his hand, and two elven squires followed.

"Then please come with me. Alphens bowed slightly to Anton and turned and walked towards the center of the city.

Looking at Alphens, Anton and Miria who had left, Forty-Seven stopped playing with the Dryad, and a group of Night Elf children came running over and chattered around Forty-Seven in Elven language, as if Forty-Seven was their new playmate in addition to the Dryad.

Forty-seven lowered his head, the red light only projected from around the eye sockets, and the middle of the eyes was pitch black, looking like a double sun in a solar eclipse, this grimace frightened the elves and ran away laughing, it seems that these little guys really don't know what is worthy of their fear.

"Mr. Forty-Seven, please go this way, we have arranged a place for you to rest......" An elven attendant offered Jian Yì.

"Ah, I'd love to play a little longer if I could...... This group of funny little guys ......" Forty-seven's head suddenly turned in a half-circle, and the children behind him scattered in a hurry.

If you want to take advantage of others or be taken advantage of by others, first of all, it is better to make others think that you are stupid.

"Oh, thank goodness, Mr. Forty-Seven!" Frey saw Forty-Seven from afar, and trotted over.

"What are you thankful for? Is it because I'm alive, or because your sins can be cleared?"

"Look at what you said!" Frey's face immediately became like a bitter melon: "The curator of the post house has arranged your accommodation, and I am here to pick you up! ”

The two elven attendants glanced at each other, saluted, and left.

Forty-Seven and Frey walk the streets of the city side by side, and apart from the fact that most of the pedestrians are pointy-eared Night Elves, this place is not too different from other human cities. However, the elves didn't pay much attention to the two foreigners, Forty-Seven and Freys, giving the impression that this was a very open city.

"I clarified my innocence when I first came to the priest tribe, the Night Elves are not stupid......" Frey's expression looked like he was about to cry, the Northland merchant hadn't laughed much since Forty-Seven first saw him, "But they still won't let me go, and they don't give a reason for this kind of behavior that is no different from captivity, in fact, it's not because of the war, all my goods have been confiscated by them, oh my God!"

"But it looks like you're pretty free......"

"Do you have to put me in a cage to be imprisoned, without the guidance of the Night Elves, who can get out of this sleeping forest on their own!" Frey stopped in front of a small building, and the simple wooden attic was covered with green vines: "We have arrived, you have to be careful of the curator here, it's a ...... Hi, Curator Tellis, it's been a great day!"

A female night elf stood in front of the post house, her face seemed to be covered with a layer of early morning frost, fresh, but cold.

"Mr. Freys, I remember that I told you, and you'd better tell me when you go out......"

"Then why don't you just lock him up in a cage......" Forty-Seven took a step forward and looked down at the dwarf elf, "Or do you have a bigger one for me too?"

Terris looked up at the big guy in front of him, there was no expression on his face, and he looked completely unmoved: "Although you are the honored guest of Archpriest Elderis, if you run out without saying hello like Mr. Freys, I can't guarantee that your breakfast will be hot at all times!"

With that, the elf turned to leave, and Forty-Seven looked back at Frey, who twisted his eyebrows into a figure of eight and spread his hands: "That's a very strict and instigated Night Elf." ”

Forty-seven scratched his fingers at the temples of his head and made a rattle sound: "It's good that I don't need a hot breakfast much." ”

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the third chapter of the burning jungle thirty-fourth round of the priest tribe address is.