Chapter 135: Dead wood

Shenmu Elf has a space, but unfortunately, because of the attenuation of power, it can only hold up to ten or so eggs, and at intervals, it needs to release the absorption elements. Force, Shenmu space can only maintain the most basic life energy.
Ten eggs can still be put into the space, and the remaining two braided ropes made of water are hung on the waist side. Then, after a friendly negotiation with a black bear, sit on its broad back and leave the piece burned. The forest is accompanied by many small animals that have lost their homes.
The main activity area of ​​the Ghosts is the northeast, so the southwest can still be chosen, but he can't be too far from the center of the mainland, because he has to keep informed at all times to grasp the whereabouts of the ghosts.
The forest destroyed by the Ghosts is called
Weiyu
, covering an area of ​​9 million square kilometers. It is the second largest forest area in the mainland of Anglo. It produces oxygen in one quarter of the world and is active in natural elements. It is one of the four most forbidden places in the Ghosts. The world's largest forest area is the original residence of the elves - Joseph, although it has not been completely destroyed, but it has become one of the battlefields of the Alliance and the Ghosts.
The fire destroyed more than 100,000 square kilometers of forests in the north of Weisong. Although it is only an edge for the total area of ​​forests, the destruction rate of the ghosts is far beyond the recovery speed of the forest. As long as such a fire is put on every year, the vast forests will be destroyed.
According to the mainland map provided by the system, it can finally settle down near Yunying Lake in the southwest of Weiwei Forest. It is only a few hundred kilometers from the city of Rondo, where the Human Alliance belongs. There is also a war song camp where mercenaries gather. It’s not so easy for the ghosts to reach their tentacles here.
The original Shenmu Elf did not dare to contact any ethnic group. He traveled alone and drifted for nearly a hundred years. He only gave birth to the elf, but unfortunately he did not wait until that day.
Standing in front of a large tree covered with vines, slowly raise your hands, the green light flashes in your hand, and then turns into a galaxy, circling around the big tree. As the Milky Way flows, the vines are like living, automatically entwined and intertwined, with the trunk as the pillar, slowly crafting a delicate and lovely tree vine house. At this time, a small yellow flower suddenly blooms on the branches, and then it is the second one. The third... In an instant, the flowers are full, just like the lights are lit, and the colors are beautiful.
The crisp and cheerful sound of the birds rang in the forest, the leaves swayed gently, the luster of the green glowed in the sun, the warm wind blew, and the flowers were overflowing.
Surrounded by vibrant elements, they surround the still, silent singing, as if welcoming the arrival of the mother tree, with endless joy and envy.
Deep in the woods, a man stands quietly, silently watching the elves immersed in nature, and revealing the beauty of his magic. He followed this elf for a few days, watching him shuttle between the forests alone, accompanying animals, drinking clear springs, eating nectar, perching branches, and being quiet, just like a slowly unfolding natural picture, people can't move away. Sight.
He has seen a lot of mixed-race elves, but they are more or less with a little secular temperament, no one has such a light temperament and unparalleled natural affinity.
At this moment, a gemstone on the man's wrist flashed a few times. He rubbed for a while, then looked up at the elf and then left with reluctance.
I can still feel it, and I glanced at the direction in which the man disappeared. He knows that someone has been following these days, but he has never been exposed. The night before, he used the eye of the spirit leaf to observe it in secret. The man had a dark brown hair with half a leather mask on his face and could not see his face. Standing about 200 centimeters tall, it looks like a mercenary warrior. From the shape of the ear, it should be human, and it is a human being belonging to the Alliance, because he wears a ring with gold wings on his hand, which is the symbol of the Utopian Empire. The Utopian Empire is the largest human state in the Union and one of the main forces against the Ghosts.
Recognizing this, it is still not possible to take any action and let him continue to follow. After all, I will use the power of various races to seize the ghosts and jade, and I will deal with them sooner or later. Maybe this man can also become an opportunity for him to contact the alliance forces.
Shortly after the man walked, a fruit of the waist was slightly beaten, and then a crackling sound was heard.
Is the elf born?
I can quickly take off the egg on the waist, and a crack appeared on the surface of one of the eggs. The finger slid gently along the crack, pulling the force of the elements in the air, trying to make a small life in the egg. build connection.
Hey, hey... The crack on the egg is getting bigger and bigger. With the last crack, the shell is still broken into pieces, and a white and tender elf appears in front of him.
The pale gold short hair is smeared on the head, a pair of pointed small ears are pale pink, the small face is round and lovely, and the mouth opens and closes, evenly absorbing the elemental gas. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, a pair of wet big eyes, staring at the fair.
Pure blood elves are different from human beings. When they are born, they carry some part of the memory. The body will be strong in a very short time because of the power of absorbing elements.
The elf stretched out in the palm of his hand, and the limbs naturally stretched out. The original delicate skin gradually became strong and powerful, but in a few minutes, he flexed his body and sat up, curiously looked around, and then followed the fair. The arm climbed up, the little foot stepped on his forearm, the little hand hugged his upper arm, and smiled and licked on him.
Can still be smothered by him, holding him to the side of the river, still not kneeling, the elf will open his arms, plunge into the water, swim like a fish in the water, or spit out a few bubbles bubble.

Are you a fish or an elf?
It’s ridiculous.
When you like to spit bubbles, you’ll call it a 'bubble’.

The small head emerged from the water, and a few bubbles could be spit, and then he sank into the water.
Playing happily, the elf's limbs suddenly pulled out a few times, his face showing a painful expression.
I was shocked and immediately took him out of the water. The elf gasped and gasped, his face flushed and his body trembled. The original pink nails slowly turned black, and it didn't look like it was caught in the water. Instead, it seemed to endure severe pain.
The elf whimpered uncomfortably, curled up in the palm of his hand, like a poor scorpion.
You can still flash the white light in your hand, wrap the small group, and comfort while checking his body.
After a while, you can still frown. This elf has uneven elements and weak constitution. If he guessed it was correct, it should be because he left the mother tree too early and was contaminated with turbidity, so that he was congenitally deficient.
I can still squint at the fragile body of the elf and whisper: "Don't be afraid, I will take care of you."
The first elf is innately deficient, and the remaining eleven are probably the same. He must find ways to help them adjust their bodies, otherwise they may not grow up at all.
It is still possible to send the sleeping elf into the tree house, set up a protective ban, then break into the woods and collect some available plants.
He sits under the tree with his knees and uses magic to extract plant fibers from the stems of the plants and weave clothes for the elves. A piece of soft little clothes is created in the hands of Shang Ke, silver white, light yellow, light brown, water blue... delicate and simple, with a natural fragrance.
A few small animals sit around and can watch his movements curiously. A leopard cat smacked his nose and smelled it, squinting at what he seemed to like. I can also make a tassel knot on the neck, hanging on its neck, swaying, it is cute.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the leaves and into the tree house. The elf woke up from a deep sleep, rubbed his eyes, first looked around in confusion, then staggered to the door with bare buttocks, poked his head out of the leaves, and saw the familiar figure under the tree. Various objects placed around him.
The elf picked up and swayed down the tree vine and jumped to the side.
Still visible to him, smiled: "Come, give it a try."
The elf cleverly raised his arm so that he could help him put on his clothes. The clothes are soft in texture and light and elegant like catkins, making the elves look more beautiful and cute.
The elf put on new clothes and was very happy. He threw himself on the back of the leopard cat and flew everywhere, completely forgetting the pain before.
It’s still a smile, packing things up, and I’ve got a rough life plan in my heart.
The next day, I was able to build a few tree houses with magic, and then took the elves to the woods to collect wood and seeds.
Wood is used to make musical instruments and various daily utensils. The seeds are self-sufficient and landscaping. In addition to absorbing the power of elements, pure blood elves also like to eat nectar and vegetables and fruits.
After the harvest, it can also be used to trade items with other races. The fruits and vegetables grown by the elves are abundant and popular in human cities. Only now that the pure blood elves are scarce, the aura and fruits and vegetables on the market are almost extinct.
After half a month, the second elf was born. His constitution is slightly stronger than the bubble, but the left eye can't see things, the pupil is light gray, and he can still name him "ash."
Both elves have defects, but although they are psychologically prepared, they still feel distressed. The elf is the darling of nature, but now it has become so fragile. Their longevity will also be reduced by the loss of the mother tree and the fountain of life.
For these elves, it is still possible to decide to postpone the contact with the outside world, at least until they have a certain self-protection ability.
"Catch him and let him run."
In the woods, more than a dozen mercenaries rushed to catch an injured man.
The man was chased to a cliff, and he looked back and then jumped without hesitation.
The mercenary looked down the cliff, and the fog was lingering and the bottom was not deep. Unless the man can fly, it must be broken.
"mD, no body, the bounty must be halved at least." A mercenary shouted.
"We have his ring, it's enough." Another mercenary threw the ring with the golden wings on his hand.
"Do we want to go down and see?"
"What's so good? When we look for the past, his body is estimated to have been eaten by the beasts."
A group of people discussed for a moment, and eventually abandoned the plan of the zombies and turned and left the cliff.
Under the cliff, the man did not have the same bones as the mercenary thought. He stood up and supported the injured body. He walked in a certain direction step by step, leaving a long trail of blood.
I don't know how long it took, and in the sight of the man's eyes, there was a faint glimmer of light, and a faint floral fragrance was heard in the nose.
He is still there.
The man fell to the ground, tiredly closed his eyes, lost his mind, and finally the figure of the elf...