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The fragile balance between the elves and the orcs was like a wire rope, but after another three months, something happened that tested this fragile peace.

In the Senate of Persepolis, all the senators felt difficult for this matter.

Elder Silves said: "This...this matter can easily affect everyone's confidence in our kingdom. Do you want to keep it down?"

Diana glanced at him. "Citizens have the right to know what happened in the kingdom."

"But this kind of thing..."

The veteran of Silves is a veteran from the elven city-state [Lorientilla] near the lowlands.

He had always been very opinionated about orcs, and at this moment he showed an exaggerated expression. "It's embarrassing to talk about it. These orcs have a childlike temper. They can fight and kill people."

"Although there were always provocative fights before, we sent people to mediate, and we could always control the situation."

Pericles sighed. "I didn't expect this to happen."

"We didn't expect that there would be a large-scale armed fight in the Pig City-state."

The orc Dylan felt guilty. He said, "I understand the whole story."

"In the beginning, an orc accidentally killed the pigman. According to the regulations, he was to be imprisoned. However, the members of the council in the pigman city-state were divided into two factions. It is the Pigman and the orcs who support the Pigman, who think that the orc should be imprisoned immediately."

"The mouth fight between the two sides from the very beginning was quickly upgraded to a weapon fight."

"Then, in a short period of time, we even hired Gentile Orcs, the scattered orc troops that attacked our food on Dillon's side, to attack the other side."

Pericles sighed. In the recent vacation, he was planning to read more and write a few more books. By the way, he would take a rest in the garden at his home. Who knew it would be like this.

"There are also Gentile orcs involved."

"This is the hard part. As long as we don't handle it properly, it will result in a war between the orcs and the elves."

Severus sneered. "According to the law of our elves, it is to sentence those Gentile orcs to death. Should we treat our own people harshly and lenient the other country's orcs? It's ridiculous."

The elders quarreled.

"Immediately imposed the death penalty on Gentile orcs, and all those who hire Gentile orcs are punished for treason."

"This harsh repressive attitude will only cause even greater chaos."

"Can it be tolerated?"

Pericles said nothing.

After they calmed down a bit, he looked at you. "When the quarrel is over, just continue to listen to me."

"On the surface, this is just because of an orc's illegal behavior, which led to a parliamentary fight between the orc city-states."

"Both parties hired Gentile Orcs."

"But!"

"We must all understand that the orcs in that city-state represent the common people's faction, and the pig-men faction in that city-state is the oversight faction of the original pig overseer. Both of them have always been at odds and have a long history of hatred."

Diana's eyes lit up next to him. "You mean, there is something else hidden in this matter."

"You suspect that this incident was not caused by a temporary murder, but a long-planned conspiracy!"

Pericles nodded. "My suggestion is to set up an investigation team immediately to investigate the causes and consequences of this matter, whether the struggle between the parties has deteriorated to laziness, or whether there is another conspiracy, and whether there are even foreign forces participating in this civil unrest."

"If the orcs take advantage of this civil strife, won't they be able to quickly break through our fortress group in the lowlands and go straight to the plateau, threatening the plateau of the elves?"

"This matter is not that simple."

The veterans were sweating behind their backs.

Yes, it is necessary to investigate immediately to thoroughly find out whether there are any signs of foreign forces intervening in this matter.

Pericles looked at Diana. "Master Sacrifice, please take the little Augustus to negotiate with the orc Dillon. I mean, we must try our best to maintain the dignity of the kingdom. Gentile orcs who violate the laws of the kingdom will not be exempt from punishment."

"But out of consideration of reality, I need you to negotiate with Dillon so that he will not mistake our behavior for provocation."

"Tell Dillon, Father God definitely doesn't want us to fight ourselves."

Diana nodded thoughtfully.

Peace seems like a candle in the wind, precarious.

...

In the desert oasis.

At this moment, the desert oasis has completely changed.

Due to life expectancy, the Panyang people have renewed their people for three generations, but the Panyang people from one of the original seven oases have all moved away, leaving behind a Gobi desert that has been completely destroyed by agriculture.

In other words, Panyang has only six oases left.

In that deteriorating Oasis No. 1, there are dots of greenery.

Because in the rainy season, Pan sheep in Oasis No. 1 planted many shrubs that can spray black angular fruits in order to protect themselves. This kind of plant consumes land resources.

It was fine during the rainy season, but after the impact of that storm, the devastating blow came next.

A few years later, the Panyang society of Oasis No. 1 collapsed.

And in Oasis 2.

Panyang Abu, who is 24 years old this year, is dying on the muddy ground of the oasis. He greedily sniffs the scent of nature, taking one mouthful after another, as if he is losing money if he doesn't smoke any more now.

His son, daughter-in-law, grandson, and granddaughter all stood in front of him, tearful.

He has not reached the upper limit of his age, but the hunger and dark injuries he suffered when he was young have destroyed his body.

Now he is dying.

Abu comforted the family.

"What are you crying for? I calculated an account. After I died, our family not only lost a ration of food, but if you buried my body in the dirt of our house, our family's food would be more and more. "

"Make a big profit."

"Hurry up and laugh to me."

Abd tremblingly tried to sit up, but he fell off.

He is very positive and optimistic. He has also been young and is a strong Pan sheep.

He has experienced youth, so he thinks there is something young, I have been young, but have you young people old?

He is always full of confidence, but now he is dying.

Abu said: "Don't cry, I have lived out my splendor in my entire life. I will not regret every choice and every thing I have done in the past. Now I have to take a rest with relief. "

He motioned to his youngest grandson with his eyes, and the youngest grandson took out a dirty seed from his silk clothes pocket and crawled to his grandfather's side on his knees. "Grandpa, here you are, this is our little bellied tree species."

"Haha..." Abu looked sideways at the field not far away. Pan Yang would always put his field where he could see it immediately, and the little belly tree in that field was half a person tall!

But the little belly tree was originally only the size of a fist!

Abu looked at the field with deep nostalgia in his eyes.

He remembered that when he was young, he watered the little belly tree every two hours, even in the middle of the night.

At that time, I was not afraid of staying up all night, I was always full of energy, and I never thought about what I would die.

No matter what it is, he has the time and energy to do his best.

Abu said to his children and grandchildren: "The seed that every Pan sheep planted for the first time will be very good, very good. This is the seed of the contract between us and the land."

"The seeds that most people plant for the first time will only strengthen or weaken the seeds, and a small number of people will make the seeds mutate, but the mutations are good and bad."

"So I gave you my little belly tree seed, boss."

"Then, I gave the second child the seed of the eldest son, the second child's seed to the third child, and the third child's seed to the eldest son."

"Then I gave you the seed of the eldest son, the third son."

"The seed is in our hands and passed on from generation to generation."

"We are fortunate that each generation of seeds is better than the previous generation, and no bad mutations have occurred."

"Our family is luckier than others, so we have become stronger."

"We will die, but the seeds will not."

"So, don't cry."

"Little grandson, what will the small belly tree planted with your seeds look like? Will it produce more water? Or will it spray water balls?"

"I'm really curious."

Ab suddenly grabbed the hand of the little grandson, and the little grandson was startled.

Little Pan Yang shook his sheep's ears. "Grandpa...Grandpa..."

The youngest grandson’s father, the third child said to his father: "Father, do you have any regrets?"

"I have no regrets in my life. I have struggled with this desert every day, and successfully lived to old age." Abu looked into his grandson's eyes and said, "I have no regrets, but there is actually another one. ."

"This is a pity for all of us Panyang people."

Abd suddenly cried. "I want to see our creator again. You haven't seen our creator. I told you that the creator is a very good being. We all want to see him again."

"As long as you can see the Creator, all the unhappiness and pain in your life will disappear."

"Little grandson, the creator said, as long as we can find ‘civilization’, we can see him again."

The little grandson asked grandpa innocently. "Then ‘civilization’, have we found it?"

"I don't know, I don't know..." Abu muttered to himself as he looked at the sky, his voice getting weaker and weaker. "I have searched for a lifetime and haven't found ‘civilization’. Maybe ‘civilization’ is a kind of fruit from the depths of the desert, maybe ‘civilization’ is a kind of fruit that we will plant in the future.”

"Little grandson, you are the youngest one of us here. I have pinned my hopes on you."

"Up to your generation, you will definitely find ‘civilization’."

"You haven't chosen a name yet?"

"From today, you will be called Abu, to search for ‘civilization’ on your grandfather’s behalf, okay?"

The young Pan Yang still didn't understand what his grandfather was talking about, and didn't understand how difficult it was.

He nodded immediately and agreed. "Grandpa, I must find ‘civilization’ to meet our creator for you. Grandpa..."

"grandfather……"

"Grandpa, why don't you talk anymore~www.wuxiaspot.com~Grandpa..."

Then, Abu's family all started to cry, and Abu's father hugged his son and gently patted him on the back.

"Grandpa is dead. We are going to bury his body under our field according to his last wish."

The eldest brother cried and said, "Be sure to look at the shameless house next to you and dig a little bit deeper. Their fields are right next to ours. Don't ask them to take our fertility away, oh oh oh oh... …"

From generation to generation.

Because of the short life span of Pan sheep, they actually value life and every day more than all species.

They are constantly striving for self-improvement, and they will continue to pass on from generation to generation until their seeds grow into towering trees. At that time, they are the most useless seeds. In the hands of Panyang people, they will also be endless seeds. .

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