Ride and Cut

"What is this?" Li Cha suddenly discovered that the carriages of the prairie elves were loaded with many huge wooden crates, exuding a very strong and greasy smell of pollen.

The elf girl in charge of the wooden box was very shy, and ran away like a butterfly when she heard the strange man's question.

"A kind of bee called Pagani bee." Annie came over and said, she lifted the lid of the box to let Richard take a look, "These little things are sleeping now, and they will not come out to move around until spring when the flowers are in full bloom."

"This..." The lord felt a chill when he saw it, his arms were covered with prickly heat, and the hairs stood up.

If Annie hadn't told him, Li Cha would never have thought that the thing in front of him was a bee—the shells of each were black and shiny, generally as long as the first two knuckles of his index finger added together, lying on the wooden board motionless one by one. There is a long bee sting on the back of the buttocks, which looks like a pin, shining coldly under the winter sun.

Li Cha reckoned that small animals like rabbits and mice would die if they got hit by a single blow. It is a waste of good fortune to go vegetarian with this kind of configuration.

"Why do you keep this thing?"

"Elves like to eat honey very much. Although the Pagani bee looks like a wasp, it actually produces a lot of honey." Annie reached out and fished out a dark bee from the beehive and put it on her hand. The bee only waved its wings twice, and then calmed down again, allowing fingers to brush over it.

Li Cha also wanted to reach out and touch him, but the bees obviously didn't know him as the lord. Before they touched it after a long distance, they began to buzz and flap their wings, as if preparing to take off and fight.

"Not only will the Pagani bee not harm the elves, but it will also help the elves to attack the enemy when necessary." Annie put it back into the box and closed the lid. "A half-elf like me just won't be stung, and the pure-blood elf girls in the tribe can also use their body fragrance to command the bee swarm and attack the enemy.

"That's quite affordable." The lord nodded pretentiously, looking like an expert in the industry, "You should expand the scale of breeding, raise tens of millions of them, monopolize the honey business in Pompeii, and send bees to bite anyone who dares to find fault."

"We did do this in the time of the ancient elf empire." Melissa shook her head slightly, smiling helplessly, "but today's elves don't have this ability long ago."

"Why?" Li Cha asked back.

"Because Pagani worker bees can feed on any species, but the queen bee responsible for reproduction is very picky and only eats nectar made from Naxi narcissus pollen." This time, an ordinary middle-aged elf responded to him.

"The ancient water elf prince Narcissus was very handsome. When facing the lake, he fell in love with his own shadow and couldn't extricate himself from it. Finally, he drowned in the lake and died. The people were very sad when they found out, but at his burial place, they found a delicate and beautiful narcissus, which is the Narcissus."

The lord looked at the intoxicated look on his face, and couldn't help but feel that the race of elves was very sad.

They have a very glorious history - in the long process of the tide of the elements all the way down, the Titans were the first to be eliminated by the environment and disappeared. Therefore, as monkeys who lost the suppression of tigers, the elves established an ancient elf empire between the Titan Era and the Human Era.

It was once a great country that dominated the entire continent and ruled over hundreds of millions of living beings. As the darlings of the Titans, the elves have received the most teachings, and their magical strength far exceeds that of other intelligent races. At its peak, the elf king's decree prevailed all over the world, and the unicorn cavalry would not dare to disobey it wherever they went.

But if he had to condense the fate of this country into one sentence, Li Cha felt that only "its prosperity is booming, and its death is sudden" is the most appropriate.

The ancient elf empire only lasted for three thousand years, and it turned into rain and wind. Compared with the generally long lifespan of elves, a mere three thousand years can only be described as short.

Their decline must be inseparable from the continued decline of the elemental tide. After all, the magic talent that the elves are proud of is meaningless in the face of the sluggish elemental environment. However, their disadvantage of slow fertility has become more and more prominent because of this-when the quality is difficult to improve, the quantity is very important.

Although it is not like a Titan, it cannot survive without magic elements. But sometimes the mere loss of advantage is enough to determine the fate of a race.

However, apart from the impact of the environment, the elves' stubbornness and obstinacy undoubtedly played a role in fueling the collapse of the entire elf empire.

When the absolute advantage in force disappeared, the proud elf looked around, only to realize that it was difficult to find even an ally around him.

Dwarves, giants, orcs, druids, and even dragons all sided with humans. They had long since had enough of the elves' endless arrogance and contempt. So the wall fell and people pushed it, and the drum was broken and people beat it. The huge empire fell apart, and the glory of the past turned into dust.

How can there be any race nowadays that would seriously regard legends as history? Only elves, only elves. This is the sorrow of elves, but the luck of human beings.

"The Naxi narcissus is extinct?"

"No." Melissa nodded to Li Cha, signaling him to come over.

The lord followed Melissa to a carriage and saw more than a dozen clay pots the size of a millstone in the carriage. There is no doubt about the taste of elves in art—it is just such an inconspicuous clay pot at first glance, but the more Li Cha looks at it, the more comfortable his eyes are. The rounded arc and a few decorations are just right, neither obtrusive nor bland.

These earthenware pots are half full of soil and full of water,

I don't know what insulation measures have been taken. The surrounding temperature is extremely low, but the water inside has not frozen. In each clay pot was soaked a large narcissus as long as a forearm, its roots stuck in the mud, the bulbs were snow-white, and the green leaves were fresh and tender. The narcissus will bloom in early spring, and now the flowering period is approaching, and the bones on the top have been slightly cracked, revealing a touch of light yellow.

"It looks pretty good." Li Cha found that the growth of these narcissus was very gratifying, and each of them had a lot of flower buds on them.

"But the number is too small, barely enough for us to maintain the existing bee colony." Melissa looked at these narcissus with soft and kind eyes. "Naxi narcissus is a kind of magical plant, and it is very picky about the growth environment. Our down-and-out descendants have limited skills, and there is no way to cultivate them in large quantities like our ancestors."

"The priests of the ancient elf empire can build moon wells and collect moonlight to promote plant growth." Annie explained to Richard in a low voice, "but now the moon wells have long been lost, so it has become extremely difficult to cultivate Naxi narcissus."

"Oh." The lord nodded in understanding.

Leaving aside the high reputation, it is obvious that Yuehua's role can basically be equivalent to that of chemical fertilizer.

It just so happened that he also lived in such a country in his previous life. After losing the channel for importing chemical fertilizers, the agricultural output plummeted. The chubby leader could only call on the people to march in suffering. It was roughly the same situation as these elves, so it was easy to understand.

As the wheels creaked and turned, the elves' convoy drove into the Alpine Fort. The addition of a new resident also means that many new problems have arisen, which can only be handed over to Richard and Melissa to discuss and solve.

"The elves don't seem to be as proud as in the legend, they are quite enthusiastic." Gunther looked at their backs and smacked his lips.

"Sigh." Buckland shook his head and sighed, "The elves don't have the pride to be proud."

"Have you noticed that one-third of the members of this elf tribe are half-elves. It means that in order to avoid inbreeding, they had to start intermarrying with humans. If it weren't for the point of life and death, how could the elves do this." People like to sigh when they are old, and Buckland is obviously no exception.

"But if we continue to intermarry like this generation after generation, won't the elves disappear sooner or later?" Hurt was startled.

It's very simple - add water to a drop of ink, and eventually the ink will disappear without a trace.

"That's not true." As a naturalist, Buckland said clearly, "The blood of elves is more resilient than that of humans. The offspring born from the union of two half-elves will most likely be closer to pure-blooded elves than their parents. If they can reproduce and grow stronger, and actively intermarry, they can be restored to be very close to pure-blooded elves in just a few generations."

"That's good." Difficulty in giving birth is also the lingering pain of the Skaar Lizardman, and Abu empathizes with it all over his face.

"However, I'm not optimistic that they will be able to integrate into Gaoshan Castle smoothly." The old white tiger said suddenly, which was beyond the expectation of everyone present.

"Why?" Gunther was puzzled. "The boss is worried that he can't find a good soldier. Aren't elves the best archers?"

"Being an archer requires strength. Otherwise, no matter how good your head is, you won't be able to shoot through armor!" Buckland closed one eye, and made a gesture of aiming and shooting. With his chubby body and thick clothes, he almost shrunk into a ball. "A centaur's size and muscles make a good archer. Did you see that when you were pushing the cart just now, those elves are so weak, how can you be an archer?"

"Yes!" Abu slapped his thigh.

With the few pieces of goods present, the enemies that have been slashed together can fill a small town. It is common sense for them that archers need strength. Before being blinded by the traditional impression that elves are good at shooting, I didn't think much about it, but now I was reminded by the old white tiger, and I immediately reacted.

"So what?" Gunther grinned.

"Cold salad!" Buckland rolled his eyes.

There was a problem with the software, and a lot of manuscripts were lost. . .