The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 87 Cyclops
"I've read the transaction list in Anthony's letter. They are all ordinary specialties from the Misty Moon Forest. There are no strategic resources such as high-level magic crystals and magic scrolls. This will not touch our bottom line.

We can just treat the caravan he sent here as a caravan similar to the goblin merchants. At least his price is much better than the goblins'. "

"Indeed, the goblins have been robbing us of salt and other supplies over the years."

"Yes, goblin..."

Speaking of goblins, even the elves' high-ranking officials are full of grievances. These green-skinned dwarfs have strangled the elves' necks and picked their pockets many times over the years.

Several high-ranking elves scolded the goblins for a long time before they realized that the meeting had gone off topic and quickly shifted back to the previous topic.

The elves discussed for a while and were about to disperse. The elf prince said, "Father, I want to go to the Cattail City camp..."

The Elf King glanced at Hill and shook his head.

Just as Prince Hill was about to say something, Dempsey said, "As the prince of the elves, it is too dangerous for you to stay in the Cattail City camp. In addition, the great sage Anthony is the manager of the camp. If you go there, it will be very difficult for him.

Let Nitia go, and cooperate with the Great Sage to keep an eye on Darren Fengyu, and let her leave the Misty Moon Forest for a while. It seems that the living conditions in Xiangpu City are good now, so it's a good time for her to go there to relax, otherwise the monsters in the east will riot again."

When the Elf Prince Hill heard the name, he immediately shut his mouth, and the elves at the table had no doubts either.

Dick and his companions stayed in the Longyue Forest for three days, loaded a full boat with the exchanged goods, and sailed down the Lengshui River. On one of the boats, there was a female elf.

Dick discovered that ever since the elf woman came on board, Margery had become more transparent, as if she wanted to curl herself up. Moreover, her eyes would always involuntarily glance at the elf woman sitting at the bow of the boat behind.

Dick smiled and lowered his voice, and whispered in Margery's ear: "Master Margery, do you like that elf?"

Margery shuddered, glared at Dick who was smiling, and said in a low voice: "Keep your voice down, do you want to kill me?"

Dick didn't care at all and whispered, "What are you afraid of? If you love someone, you should say it out loud!"

Margery glanced back secretly, then turned to Dick and whispered, "Asshole, do you know who that is?"

Dick muttered in a low voice: "She's not an elf princess..."

Margery pulled Dick close to her ear and said, "You must have heard of the name of the Undertaker, right?"

Dick said in shock: "You mean..."

"Don't look back, you bastard. It's her. You'd better be careful in front of her and don't make yourself miserable."

Dick felt a chill in his crotch and nodded hurriedly, pretending to be invisible with Margery.

The speed of going downstream was extremely fast. In just one day, they had traveled nearly half the distance. On the morning of the second day, they encountered migrating elves and halflings.

But when they reached the end of the migrating team, they found that both the elves and the halflings were very panicked. When they saw the fleet, they shouted for help.

Margery looked at the elves and halflings on the shore and said, "It seems something has happened. Let's go over and take a look."

Dick looked at the mess of elves and halflings on the shore, and without further ado, he turned the boat around and headed for the shore. The boats behind him also turned around and headed for the shore.

As soon as the boat reached the shore and hadn't even stopped yet, the elves and halflings on the shore began to chatter, with panic in their eyes. But with so many mouths, Margery and Dick couldn't hear what they were saying.

At this moment, a sharp spike about two meters long suddenly emerged from the mud on the shore. With the sound of wind, it appeared in front of the half-living people and elves on the shore. The half-living people and elves were so scared that they hurriedly retreated to avoid it, and people and horses on the shore were immediately thrown to the ground.

At this time, the remaining boats had reached the shore. Nitia, who was sitting on the boat, jumped off and landed next to the spikes on the shore. She reached out and touched the spikes, and a gray stone spear appeared in her hand.

She swung her spear violently, causing a whoosh sound as she shouted, "Shut up, everyone!"

In an instant, all the half-humans and elves on the shore, whether they were tripped or dodging backwards, shut their mouths and remained motionless.

Dick noticed that Margery's hands trembled as she shouted.

At this moment, an elf on the shore stood up and said, "It's Ms. Nitia, it's Ms. Nitia."

Nitia looked at the elf who called out her name, pointed the stone spear in her hand at him and said, "Tell me, what happened here!"

“Ms. Nitia, our migration team was attacked by the Cyclops in the wasteland, and two to three hundred of them were captured.

It's a large group of Cyclops, dozens of them!"

"Yes, we saw a group of Cyclops trolls rushing towards the river bank from a distance. The elves and halflings behind them were unable to escape and were surrounded and taken away by the Cyclops trolls!"

"Did you see which way they went?"

Many elves and halflings turned and pointed to the east.

Margery said: "Ms. Nitia, I think these elves and halflings were captured by the Cyclops tribe."

Nitya turned back to Margery and said, "Do you know the tribe of the Cyclops?"

“I know that in the southwest of the Great Wasteland, about fifty or sixty miles east of here, there is a tribe of Cyclops trolls, with nearly two hundred of them.

When the Cattail City camp was first established, the instructor used the flying technique to survey the Great Wasteland and discovered the trolls. However, there is a small lake not far from their tribe, and the one-eyed trolls all get water there and will not come to the river."

"Why didn't Grand Mage Anthony eliminate them?"

"Um... ahem... Mentor Anthony had other important things to do at that time. Besides, the trolls would not come to the river to harass the migrating elves and halflings, and they were far away from the camp, so..."

Nitia looked unhappy and said, "Everyone get off the boat and take your weapons. We are going to rescue the abducted elves and halflings."

When Margery heard this, her eyes widened and asked, "Are you kidding me?"

There are more than 200 Cyclops nearly three meters tall in that Cyclops tribe. Do you think they are more than 200 murlocs?
"Ahem...Um, Ms. Nitia, do you know anything about the Cyclops?"

Nitia glanced at Margery with disdain and said, "Why, you don't dare?"

"I don't think it's a question of whether or not we dare. How can we rescue the elves and halflings from a place with more than 200 Cyclops trolls?"

(End of this chapter)