The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 246 The Saint of Magic Leaves
"Scrambled eggs." Feng Yu said in surprise.

If this was the case, Feng Yu could understand why the elven royal family had to stay away from the vortex of plane wars.

Their plan is to wait for the powerful humans and extra-dimensional creatures to fight to the death, and for the elves to preserve their strength, so as to give the elves a glimmer of hope in the future and prevent them from being destroyed in the plane war.

Cromwell said leisurely: "With the time when the plane channel connected to the main material world appeared, from always connected to slowly disconnected, and then delayed to ten thousand years, the variables of the existence of various different planes are getting bigger and bigger.

Therefore, we cannot be sure what the current situation in the other dimension is.

But what is certain is that once some planes show signs of breaking, then the creatures there will come out in droves regardless of the living environment of Grion."

Feng Yu let out a long breath and said, "So this is the plane war, it really is..."

Cromwell asked, "What is it really?"

“It’s not easy.”

Cromwell looked at Feng Yu as if he were a monster: "You really are philanthropic!"

Feng Yu waved his hand: "That's not the case, I'm just sighing. Everyone knows that home is comfortable, but their home is almost gone, so it's inevitable that they will fight to the death.

As for us, we were sitting at home when disaster struck from the sky, and we felt very aggrieved.

Then, it all depends on who has the stronger fist. There is no choice between survival and destruction. "

Cromwell looked at Feng Yu in surprise: "You are quite open-minded."

"Because we've encountered this kind of bad luck before, there are damn bastards everywhere.

Then we can only wish them the best that their homes will be shattered suddenly and they will be forever immersed in the sea of ​​nothingness."

"This is cruel enough!"

"There's nothing we can do. Even ten fingers stretched out have different lengths, let alone the enemy!"

Cromwell said: "Don't spread the news of the Plane War. It will not be good for ordinary people to know."

"I'm not a kid."

Cromwell sighed: "Hey, I was asking you about the power of thunder, why did we end up talking about the plane war?"

"Information sharing, I've shared the power of thunder with you, so it's not a loss for you to talk about useless news like the plane war."

"Why is the news of the Plane War useless?"

"There are elves behind Cattail City. Elves like to keep records much more than dragons. The information about Misty Moon Forest must be more detailed."

Cromwell nodded: "Indeed, if there is no matter of Cattail City, we are going to go to the elves in the Misty Moon Forest to see if there is anything we can gain!"

Feng Yu smiled and said, "Then you can go quickly."

"Why, you don't welcome me to stay here for a few more days?"

"No, I find you are not a nice old man. You are either thinking about our salt fields or thinking about other things."

Cromwell slapped his forehead and said, "Speaking of the salt fields, I remembered that I came to you for the salt fields."

"Didn't I tell you..."

Cromwell rushed to say: "I understand, I just want to ask you for the specific method."

Feng Yu couldn't help but laugh and said, "You are a magic saint, and you can go directly to the Longyue Forest to look up information. Why do you need others to find a solution for you?"

Cromwell said, "Why, are you really going to force me to rob?!"

"You are a Saint-level mage, who is not tainted by the mundane world. Why would you damage your prestige over such a small matter?"

"Can you please just say what you want to say? Chatting with you is so tiring. I'd rather meditate instead."

"If you want to be like the Elf Mage in the last Plane War, treating everyone equally and being respected by all races, then you don't have to show up in person for anything.

Just rely on your reputation as a saint of magic to build a bridge. As for how the people below talk, why bother you?
If I were a mage, I wouldn't bother looking up any information in the world, I could just ask someone to copy a copy and send it to me, and who would not give you a favor? "

"You, you start fighting as soon as you meet."

Feng Yu's face darkened: "You were the ones who made fun of us two youngsters first, right? You two, one is a magic saint and the other is a fifth-level dragon, how dare you do that?"

"Who would have thought that you would act so decisively? Aren't you afraid?"

"It was because I was afraid that I took action."

"Strange logic."

Feng Yu spread his hands.

"Where did you hide the Thunder?"

"In the wires."

"I mean the origin. There's no way this metal wire can contain thunder, right?"

"That's a secret. If you want to hang out with me, how about I give you the Thunder I caught?"

"You are really dishonest, kid. Do you think I didn't see all the metal wires connected to the big house next to the flint mine?"

"Well, you know where to go."

Apart from the Research Institute, Feng Yu was not really afraid of what Cromwell saw in Cattail City, since he couldn't stop him anyway.

For people who don’t understand technology, whether they are ordinary people or magic saints, sophisticated machinery and tall factories are definitely more attractive.

Cromwell, the French Saint, stayed in Cattail City for three days and finally left. As he told Feng Yu, the longer he stayed in Cattail City, the less he wanted to leave, so he had to leave as soon as possible.

Feng Yu could understand, and he really didn't want the old man to stay in Cattail City forever. Cattail City had too many secrets, and Cromwell's identity was too sensitive.

"Do you know why I like you?"

"Because I am cute and adorable?"

Cromwell: “…” You are so shameless.

"Before I met you, I saw the mercenaries of the Moran Empire that you captured. Although many of them died, war is war, I understand that. What I didn't expect was that you actually treated them like that."

Feng Yu smiled and said, "There are still many things you don't know. I have asked the goblins to take their tokens back to the city where they live in the Moran Empire. Someone will naturally tell their families the news when the time comes."

"You're really going to let them go?"

"I'm not so tasteless as to lie to a group of prisoners.

Maybe the message is transmitted too slowly. After some time, I believe the families of the mercenaries who have received the message may send letters through the goblins, if they can afford the goblins’ compensation.”

"What on earth are you thinking? You know, this has no precedent in Green."

“To be honest, this will make the mercenaries work more efficiently. Although I have other ways to deal with them, I’m too lazy to use them.

They are just poor people struggling to make a living. There is no need for me to compete with them.

Besides, these people didn’t hurt the soldiers and residents of Cattail City. If they committed too many murders, there would be nothing I could do.

Since they didn't hurt the soldiers of Pulu City, I have to give an explanation to everyone in Pulu City, young and old. But I don't want to enslave them for the rest of their lives, so this is it.

This way everyone can be explained, isn't that good?!"

(End of this chapter)