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Forty-Seven closed his eyes, cut off from the outside world, and remembered the conversation Uther had with him the previous night.

"The messenger of the High Priestess of Ildris has invited you to her tribe, and you will be able to set out tomorrow morning, and the Northland merchant Frey is there......" This time Uther flew into Custer's cabin in the form of an owl, and drove them out to be a guard, and then sat down to talk to himself without blushing at all, forty-seven was utterly tired of such a completely uncreative act.

"Who said I'm going to see Il's Delis Ham, I'm going to stay here, you need warriors, and I need ...... Old man, don't you have anything other than honey to replace the lube?" Forty-Seven spread out on the chair, deliberately rambling and giving birth to a sense of déjà vu, he had sat here like this not long ago, and the old elf was also sitting opposite and chattering, as if he had never left the Night Village, and what happened before was just the result of some hypnotism performed by the old fellow opposite.

"It's Archpriest Ildris...... If your words were heard by the High Priest himself, you yourself would have become the lube you need!" Uther rolled his eyelids as he spoke, his eyes without dark eyes never knowing where he had put his point of view, but now the expression was like that of a naughty child grimacing:" For a long time, the conflict between the Night Elves and Argus has maintained a stalemate, and we still firmly occupy the initiative in the forest, but in the past few years, Argus's magic weapons have suddenly developed by leaps and bounds, bringing us a large number of casualties, and the recent battle situation has also proved that their superiority has formed an overwhelming situation...... It's not just you, maybe soon, my tribe and I will meet you in the tribe of Ildris. ”

What he meant was that perhaps the village would soon be in the midst of war.

Forty-seven tapped his fingers on the table in silence, and a puff of green smoke rose with the rhythm, and the wooden table was burned by his fingers, although there was no flame in sight.

"Perhaps, after seeing you, Archpriest Ildris will have more confidence. She has been seeking stronger strength to fight against Argus, and she is even close to some taboos that the Night Elves never touch......" Uther looked at the green smoke floating in the air, and suddenly the words changed, and Forty-Seven's head swayed slightly, which was the part he was interested in: "Originally, we didn't agree with her approach, although the elven warrior leader Zaridan still insisted on opposing her actions, but to be honest, we were actually confused...... Elves can never fight with humans, and Elderis's opinion is that even if the Night Elves destroy Miè, they will have to bring Argus to the funeral......"

Dead old man, it seems that he won't talk if he doesn't ask.

"Why did you see me on fire...... And the high priest had faith...... What confidence do you have?"

"I'm too old to take care of much......" Uther got up and left his chair, turned into an owl and flew out of the window again, as if the old elf always didn't like to walk through the door, "You'll understand when you reach the tribe of Ildris, go!"

Forty-seven opened his eyes, and the trees and the occasional critter on both sides of the waterfront quickly receded, and the winding waterway made it completely impossible to grasp the direction, and this kind of thing was left to the elves to do - no matter how long the sleeping forest stretched, it was like the backyard of their night creatures, didn't it.

On the other side, a Night Elf with an oar paddling in the water was smiling at him, and this guy was somewhat familiar...... In fact, in Forty-Seven's opinion, the appearance of each Night Elf is actually not much different, although it is not yet the same as anyone who looks at the mouse, but it is still a little difficult for Forty-Seven who are not Night Clansmen to clearly distinguish the difference in the appearance of each Night Elf.

If only there was a phaser with graphic verification technology, Forty-Seven thought.

"Don't you remember me anymore, Mr. Forty-Seven?" the other man greeted Forty-Seven with a smile, but the oars in his hand did not stop for half a minute.

"Alphens!" Forty-Seven spat out the name before remembering that it was the Night Elf messenger who had been imprisoned by the thieves in the Cold Wasteland, and had been rescued by the Paladins and led them back to the forest, "Oh, you are so neatly dressed today, I didn't recognize you for a while, and you were barely clothed when I first met you......"

Forty-Seven wanted to explain why she didn't recognize the other person, but what she said made Alphens's face flush slightly, as if the sun was shining on her face through a bright red flower.

"Filthy semi-purgatory scoundrels!" Miria on the boat behind her snorted heavily, and curled her neck with a look of disdain, urging the Night Elves who were operating the boat to slow down, she didn't want to get too close to the guy.

Forty-seven turned his head, not understanding what was going on, but he said he didn't care.

"Actually, I'm also the messenger of the great High Priest of Ildris who invited you to the Priest Tribe, and I'm glad you were able to grant our request......" Alphens quickly returned to her composure, her chin slightly raised as a reminder of the Night Elves' eternal pride, but she still had a somewhat professional smile on her face.

"It's nothing, it's not a request, maybe I'll ask you sometime!" Forty-seven was too tall for him to lie or lie on the boat in a more comfortable position, but fortunately, the current posture of sitting entrenched would not make him feel uncomfortable: "Also, don't talk so tongue-twisting, the big ham is the big ham, and the great big ham will be very wordy." ”

"What did you say?"

"Well, I mean, how long will it be before we get to our destination?" Forty-Seven was a little surprised to find that he did have obsessive-compulsive symptoms of insisting on calling the High Priest Great Ham, and the more he paid attention, the more he would say this, and the more he said this, the more he would pay attention, it was like a demon's trap.

"Because of the distance, we won't be able to get there until tomorrow morning. ”

And almost a whole day.

Anton took out a small shabby book from his bosom and began to look through it with relish, it seemed that the old fellow was quite skilled in traveling, and Miria put her arm on the side of the boat, admiring the scenery on both sides, it was indeed a scenery worth admiring, the deeper you went into the forest, the less sunlight could shine down, all kinds of strange but beautiful trees and plants spread all over the sides of the river, and more and more large animals began to appear on the riverbank, they cautiously approached the riverbank, while guarding against the invasion of natural enemies, bowed their heads to sip the gurgling water, they were not afraid of the night elves and paladins on the pointed wooden boatsEven a few colorful unknown birds came to a halt on the side of the boat, and only when forty-seven wooden boats passed by did they take a few steps back in horror and then scattered.

Forty-Seven grinned, and the teeth in his mouth seemed to turn, making some slight sound of gears snapping into each other quickly.

"You say you're the Messenger, why should I go...... Tribe of Ildris?" Forty-Seven finally found a way to avoid slips of the tongue.

"I can't tell you clearly, but I probably want to ask for your help and use your power to save us Night Elves from the predicament we are currently facing...... In short, I am sure that Archpriest Ildris will clear your doubts. ”

In fact, Forty-Seven didn't plan to get any useful information from the mouth of this very professional elven messenger, it was just that the trip was too boring.

The small fleet of boats is constantly turning from one river to another, and the direction of travel is constantly changing, as if entering the sleeping forest for the first time, without the guidance of the Night Elves, it is really not easy to make a name for yourself in this forest.

When it was dusk, the three wooden boats docked on the shore, where they had to rest and eat before setting out on their way, and then rushing to their destination at the best of the night.

Although it was dusk, it was almost dark in the forest that there was nothing five feet beyond the other side, and there were countless glowing gadgets for lighting like the Uther tribe, so Miria almost fell into the river when she got off the boat, of course, this had no effect on the night elves at all, Custer led several other elf warriors to disappear into the depths of the forest in an instant, I don't know if they released a cordon, or went to climb trees to play.

It must have been going to climb trees, Forty-Seven thought