Chapter 907： Fresh wind in the moss forest (1/2)
The sun shines through the tall canopy, forming a bright beam between criss-crossing branches and leaves, and a mottled light spot is sprinkled on the forest path covered with fallen leaves. An unknown animal suddenly emerges from the bushes It burst out and brought a string of fine sounds.
A little male gray elf with short gray hair, like a child, drilled out of the nearby bushes. He was wearing a brown blouse often worn by residents of the Moss Forest area, carrying a pocket sewed with thick cloth on his shoulders. The tools for collecting herbs hung from the waist, and the sunlight from the forest fell on his gray eyes, with a faint glow.
Along with a slight rustle, several other gray elves also came out from behind the bushes or trails. They gathered together and began to check today's harvest.
A gray elf buddy came to the man with short hair and seemed to inadvertently say, "Rupert, I will move to the city to live tomorrow."
The gray fairy with short hair opened his eyes in surprise: "Why?"
"Haven't you heard? The patriarch is calling on young and strong tribes who want a new life to concentrate in big cities," the partner explained. "We and the Cecil Empire have a lot of orders for alchemical raw materials, scholars Many large medicine fields and distillation and ripening plants have been built around the city. The work in the city is more decent than collecting fruits and honey in the forest. "
"... I heard, but I don't plan to go. I have lived in the forest for most of my life, and I am not used to the tumultuous atmosphere in the city."
"I knew you would say that," another companion came by and patted the short-haired gray elf's shoulder. "We will miss you-when we are free, we will come to see you."
"You too ..."
"We all plan to try our luck-the patriarch has always been smart, we decided to follow her call, in case everyone can live a better life?"
The buddies left one by one, and finally the gray elf with only short hair stood at the junction by the dense forest. He stood for a while, and then came to the side of the path. The dexterous gray elf climbed a huge stone. In the high places, he looked afar with a slight hesitation—
Outside the dense forest, on the open space at the edge of the forest, a beautiful city stood quietly beside the "Windini River", which is the "Feng Song" that the grey elves are proud of.
The hard-working gray elves have taken root in this moss forest for thousands of years. This ancient city has also taken root here with the gray elves for thousands of years. Let the city shine with new brilliance-the gray elves who were used to being invincible in the moss forest suddenly realized their talents in the commercial field, and the prosperous herbal and alchemy roughing business suddenly made Fengge become a success It is the most important commercial node in the north of the tribe of Ogure.
More and more gray elves have changed the habit passed down from generations to generations, from the forest to the city, and through the trade road to the entire western continent, they have changed the views of many aliens on the small, fragile race of gray elves. Brought unimaginable wealth to the moss forest. Today, Feng Ge is more prosperous than any time in history. The newly built urban area is inhabited by businessmen and representatives of various races. The gray elf patriarch Ms. Wenna Baizhi sits in the center of that city, just like her. The wise father generally leads this land to become richer and stronger every day.
However, not all gray elves have given up their traditions. In the vast moss forest, which is spread over dozens of dense forests, large and small, there are still many gray elves in the habit of staying with the hidden world and being with nature. After more and more roads and towns occupy important nodes in the jungle and open up the commercial road to the human world in the jungle, these gray elves who adhere to the tradition gradually become like hermits in modern society. The alternative in the general trend of civilization, to continue to maintain the past life ... also seems more and more outdated.
"Maybe ... it's time to get out of the forest ..."
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A tall Red Valley courier came along the avenue by the river Ventini and entered the city before noon.
The familiar city scenery relaxed the mood of the messenger. He wore a blouse with the seal of the Baizhi family and led the horse through the bustling market in the south of Fengge. Colorful shops and colorful flags flying in the wind surround the bustling streets.
Dwarf gray elves can be seen everywhere, and tall orcs, red valleys, humans and even dwarves and goblins are mixed between pedestrians. In this street market mainly used for small and medium-sized medicinal trades, merchants from all over the world ask Thinking about the price, thinking about tomorrow, under the rules, intrigue, generously and meanly fiddling with every copper plate in his pocket.
The messenger passed through the busiest section of the market, and a team of soldiers was walking through the intersection at the end of the market. The bright armor and the powerful mechanical crossbow that could not be underestimated made these small warriors look majestic.
A carriage that entered the city in the morning was being interrogated by several businessmen. Cecil ’s emblem was hanging on the carriage. A human businessman with a serious accent stood in front of the carriage, and he boasted in red light On the Shangluo road, the handymen carrying the goods were busy behind the carriage, and some people used a fast, unintelligible Eastern dialect to tell a vulgar joke that caused others to laugh.
A grey elf merchant is selling loose fabrics at the end of the market, which are "woven fabrics" originally from Tifeng, and the Ceciles transported them far and wide with the magic train--although the big deal was The upstream merchants control, but the scattered goods can still be circulated into the hands of small merchants.
Several dwarf dwarves gathered in front of the cloth sales booth. They stretched their hands and twisted the plain and cheap fabric. A dwarf frowned, but his companion was moved by the low price and started. Bargain with the vendors.
The messenger crossed the busy and almost noisy street and walked in the direction of the leader ’s long house. He passed the square in front of the long house and saw that the largest square in the wind song city was under construction. A group of workers composed of humans and gray elves It was busy there, and a huge crystal installation had been established. The metal base under the crystal installation shone in the sunlight, and the rune substrates waiting to be assembled could be seen on the ground throughout the square.
There are curious children clamoring on the outer edge of the square, and there are also a few citizens gathered to watch. Several tall orc mercenaries are maintaining order with the square's guards. Those are covered with hair, like tigers. Or a strong warrior made up of some cats and humans carrying a scary axe, but can only show a helpless smile to the overzealous citizens.
The leader ’s longhouse stood on the other side of the square. The tall tower and the balcony hung the flag of the Ogure tribe. The messenger crossed the square and looked at the crystal installation not far away, which seemed to be almost completed .
A low voice but a slightly soft voice came from the side: "The magic obelisk brought by the Cecil-it is said that when this thing is erected, most of the Windsong City can use bright The magic crystal stone street lamp is gone, and there is no need to worry that the old street on the west side of the city will be burnt because of the overturning of the lampstand. "
The messenger looked at it and saw that a female orc warrior was talking to herself. The other party had cat-like eyes, ears, hair, and even a tail. However, the face and body had obvious female characteristics-this The uncoordinated and brutal appearance is a beautiful expression among the orcs.
"Ms. Morella, I brought the letter from the east," the courier smiled, "transnational letter."
The female orc probably smiled, her sharp teeth gleamed, and she lifted her finger in the direction of the leader ’s longhouse: "The ancestors bless you, Mr. Todd-the patriarch is inside. She should have waited for these letters for a long time. . "