Ride and Cut

"Are you really Richard?" Buckland's first reaction was suspicion.

If the lord said that he found the moon well in that corner and was going to lead a team to fight to get it back, the old white tiger still felt that it was more in line with his usual style. But could this kind of delicate speculation and reasoning be done by him?

Buckland stretched out his hand and clasped the corner of Li Cha's jaw a few times, trying to see if he could take off the human skin mask or something.

"Get out!" Li Cha slapped his hands away, and said aggressively: "Is the wisdom of this lord, you can speculate on your own."

"The sun really came out from the west." Buckland repeatedly sighed.

"So you understand why I asked all the elves to practice tattooing." Li Cha looked at Annie, and the indescribable shock in her eyes made him feel refreshed.

"But, this is just your speculation." Annie retorted subconsciously.

After a long dark night, facing the coming dawn, the first reaction is often not anticipation but fear. Fear of the light is also false, an illusion.

It's not that she doesn't want to believe Li Cha, but that any elf probably can't believe it.

"If I hadn't tried it a long time ago, I could speak so well? Come with me." Richard stood up and walked out of the hall, leading Buckland and Annie to turn left to the crypt dozens of steps away.

Buckland remembered that this crypt used to be a fuel warehouse, full of hay and wood collected by the vassals. But the situation must have changed now, because there were actually two goat sentries at the door, and they were stomping their feet with a wooden stick on their backs in the cold.

Fuel is neither lacking nor valuable in the Alpine Fort, and there is no need to arrange guard posts at all. If sentry posts are arranged, it must not be fuel inside.

As the logistics supervisor, the change of building use should be reported to him logically, but Buckland had not received any news before.

Richard opened the thick cotton curtain and walked in first. Only then did Buckland realize that there were actually two barbarian warriors sleeping against the wall inside. After hearing the movement, the first reaction was to touch the axe, and when he saw that the person coming was his boss, he dropped the guy and began to flatter him with a playful smile.

It was a bit too warm in the crypt, so the old white tiger took off his tortoiseshell glasses and wiped off the mist on the lenses. His old eyes were dim, and when he took off his glasses, it was blurred and he couldn't see anything clearly. But the ear was good enough to hear the scream from Annie.

"Oh my God!"

In the crypt is a waist-high large water tank filled to the brim, with sawdust stuffed in the gaps for insulation, leaving only a narrow aisle in the middle. In each tank, there is a nascent narcissus slightly protruding from the water surface, the young leaves have not faded the light yellow, brewing vigorous vitality.

"Naxi Narcissus!" The half-elf girl covered her mouth, as if she had looked directly into the eyes of Medusa snake demon, her whole body had been completely petrified.

"How is it? Did they all survive?" Li Cha asked triumphantly, "I wanted thirty lateral shoots in total, and a total of twenty-seven survived. Melissa didn't want to give them to me at the beginning. I think it would be a miracle if they could grow them themselves."

"Wouldn't that still kill three?" Buckland used his actions to vividly explain what a barbarian is.

"Hmph, I'm curious about everything. I'm lucky that I didn't get poisoned after eating three side buds." The lord rolled his eyes.

"If giant monsters were poisoned by eating indiscriminately, they would have been extinct by now." Buckland said quietly.

Annie took a deep breath, there were ten thousand doubts in her stomach to ask, but her tongue was almost speechless.

Luna on top! That's Naxi Narcissus!

Since the ancient elf empire disappeared and the moon well was lost, the ultra-low survival rate of Naxi Narcissus is like a nightmare, entangled in the hearts of the elves. Without the Naxi Narcissus, there would be no Moria Poison, without the Moria Poison, there would be no way to cultivate elven warriors, and the tribe would naturally decline without being able to cultivate the elven warriors, making it even more impossible to solve the Naxi Narcissus problem.

An unsolvable cycle that turns on and on for a moment, with no hope in sight. All the elves are entangled in this cycle, falling into the depths of the quagmire bit by bit. At the beginning of the disintegration of the old country, they were considered a powerful party; hundreds of years ago, they began to rely on marriage to survive; after that, they had to further accept the fate of losing their independence and becoming a vassal.

How much effort have the elves made for this? There were almost too many to count, but powerlessness was powerlessness, and all attempts proved futile in the end.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that when all the elves had given up hope, the problem suddenly turned around in a way that no one could have imagined.

Annie could hardly believe that all of this was true, but the facts were in front of her eyes, so she had to believe it.

"Li Cha, can I tell grandma?" The voice of the half-elf was trembling, and his eyes were full of pleading.

"Of course." Li Cha nodded generously.

He took pains to cultivate Naxi narcissus just for tattooing with magic energy. The participation of elves is indispensable in this process. Since sooner or later it cannot be concealed, it is better to be generous and reveal it clearly.

Before the words were finished, Annie ran out of the crypt like a nimble deer, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"We will also have elf archers in the future." The lord shrugged and said cheerfully.

"Li Cha, let me tell you that from today onwards, the Moria poison must be strictly controlled, and no one cent is allowed to be abused. Moreover, anyone can be tattooed with magic energy, but the elves cannot be tattooed!" Buckland punched viciously. Although the movement almost made his waist shiver, his tone seemed to be tearing tigers and leopards apart.

"Why?" Li Cha raised his brows in surprise, thinking that the old man must have lost his mind, "No elves, where can I find such a powerful archer."

"Of course I know that elf archers are powerful." Buckland let out a long breath, and revealed his true thoughts: "But elves have no choice but to seek refuge in our high mountain castle, unlike centaurs and barbarians who are of one heart and one mind. Elves like to cuddle together, and if their wings are hardened, it will be really difficult to manage!"

"Elder, you're overthinking." Li Cha really didn't expect that Buckland, who was usually so kind, would be so sophisticated.

"I understand that as long as Hum is still there, the lack of elves will not part ways with the Alpine Fort anyway. But have you ever thought about it? Being low and being a small person is not the same concept as setting up another mountain." The old white tiger looked at the lord of the Alpine Fort with wide eyes, persuading him earnestly: "We have to put them in the position of vassals from the beginning, otherwise we will keep our face and heart at odds in the future! I know you are not very easy to listen to, but this time you think too simple!"

Li Cha patted Buckland's generous back, feeling a warm current spreading in his chest, and couldn't help but smile.

As a well-informed naturalist, Buckland must have known that it would do him no good to say so. On the contrary, once exposed to the wind, it will attract the hostility of the elves.

But he still said that this kind of pure trust without interests is the beautiful character that makes people human.

"Elder, you are really overthinking." Li Cha was thinking about another question.

The powerful drive brought by the system, or the cultural tradition of the original race, which one is more powerful?

A soldier who has tried the powerful advancement brought by the system will naturally strive for this goal, and will inevitably identify with the group over time, which is the common nature of all intelligent life. Whether human, orc or elf, it makes no difference.

Li Cha felt that in the face of nature, the so-called tradition might not be more powerful than a scrap of paper. Once the elves are absorbed into the Ripper brigade, being completely assimilated is simply the only ending.