Chapter 1273

One night without a word, Luther woke up in the morning. The Zongma, who should have slept on the next branch, disappeared, leaving only the stinging jellyfish not far away.

Luther, who was preparing breakfast, saw that not far away, a large number of grass and insect elves gathered around the stinging jellyfish.

The elves surrounded the stinging jellyfish one by one.

Grass elves send their water storage parts to poisonous stinging jellyfish, while insect elves mostly open their mouths or elongate their mouthparts.

They seem to be greeting something.

After a while, the stinging jellyfish spewed water column into the sky, and the falling water mist shrouded all around.

Bathed in the mist, the elves jumped happily and greedily enjoyed the cool moment.

The time lasted for nearly five minutes. Releasing skills for a long time made the stinger jellyfish very tired, so that the grass and insect elves immediately handed over their prepared food after the end.

The stinging jellyfish refused and shook its head vigorously.

Maybe Zongma had warned him before, or maybe the stinging jellyfish itself thought so.

Luther watched the wet elves return to their nests. Only a few Elves were looking after the poisonous stinging jellyfish lying on the ground, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"There's still some honey left with you when you go out. Put more on the fruit of the poisonous stinging jellyfish later."

Luther gave an order and continued to be busy.

Zongma is to check whether the leaders who went back to their homes yesterday have settled down.

When he came back, he told Luther that all the leaders not only strictly complied with their agreements, but also taught some elves who wanted to sneak close to the town and did not belong to their own team.

"The deterrent power of master Luther should not be underestimated."

Luther handed Zongma the bread in his hand and shook his head slowly.

"It is not my deterrence that should not be underestimated, but the deterrence of the alliance that should not be underestimated."

"Imagine that there are still aristocrats on the divine land, and there are factions and a mass of loose sand in each territory."

"In this case, let alone disaster relief, I'm afraid even self-help is difficult."

Zongma was silent for a moment and nodded.

In fact, mankind suffered little damage from this great disaster, but if it were in ancient times, it would be a major event enough to destabilize the whole region.

The alliance's excellent scheduling and disaster relief capabilities make even wild elves willing to take a moment to wait for goodwill from the human camp.

This is not only the progress brought about by the change of times, but also the experience gradually explored by people and elves in the long coexistence.

"I've heard a saying before, which may offend you a little."

Luther's words made Zongma pick his eyebrows. He held out his hand and motioned Luther to say anything.

"I once heard a friend who worked in the alliance say that some people who naturally understand the elf language will identify themselves as the elf side rather than human beings, and they will tilt towards the elf side when dealing with things."

Holding his cheek, Luther asked carelessly, "is it really common?"

Without hesitation, Zongma replied decisively, "your friend is right."

"Many people who are good at elf language are naturally easier to stand on the elf side than on the human side."

"Some people believe that they are another kind of unique existence beyond human beings. They are neither elves nor human beings, but the spokesmen of elves in human society."

Luther Tucao: "make complaints about it."

"But that's what people think. The innate ability is the gift of the world, the reward of this land and the blessing of God."

"Every modification is in myth, which also emphasizes uniqueness."

Luther asked curiously, "what about you?"

Zong Marton paused for a moment and replied seriously, "from the moment I remember, I can hear the elves whispering in my ear."

"My first elf to communicate is the old Tutu dog at home. He always likes to paint on the wall of my family yard with his tail. Sometimes it is an art I can understand, and sometimes it is too early for me."

"One day, he died, and everyone in my family was very sad, except me for a tear."

"Because I cried a week ago, Tutu told me that he was dying and he could feel it."

"I hope I don't tell the rest of the family and don't want my father to make unnecessary attempts."

"Then I responded to him in words that Tutu could understand."

"Don't go."

"I shouted."

"This is the first time I have communicated with the spirit. I don't know why I can say this. I still don't understand it."

"There are few trainers in my family who trace the source online. They are all ordinary people, but I am so special."

There was no adventure, and there was no messy decoration endowed with sacred and mysterious nature. Zongma woke up.

"What about Tutu's reaction?"

Zongma said: "he was shocked, but he told me that it was a talent, just like painting."

"Some Tutu dogs can't draw any good works. Even if they are taken to courtship, they don't look straight at them."

"But some Tutu dogs can harvest the love of countless elves with just a few strokes."

"Tutu dog said that I am a special child. I will find a good girl in the future. I won't be like him. I can't find someone to like all my life."

Luther and Zongma smiled.

Zongma pointed to Luther and said with a smile, "look, look, I knew Luther would laugh. You also think he is a strange guy, don't you?"

"He is old and unruly. At last, he taught me how to find lovely girls, hook up and start a family."

"He reminded me one second before I gasped and told me not to learn painting. He concluded that I didn't have this talent and painting was a dead end."

"I was only six years old!"

Zongma's smile disappeared, his cheeks twitched slightly and sighed wistfully.

"Probably because of him. Since I was a child, I felt that I was a person and never thought about what a messy spokesman I was."

"Or simply for the sake of elves, regardless of their position as human beings."

"In my opinion, fate has given me the ability to communicate with elves, not to be a spokesman."

"Since ancient times, how many wars between humans and elves have originated from failure to communicate, making small contradictions irreconcilable."

Zongma zhengse said, "this is a responsibility to make it easier for people to communicate with elves and eliminate misunderstandings."

Zongma said this, looked at Luther and asked, "is this a test for me?"

"I don't know my answer. Can you let my predecessors know my decision?"

"There may have been such distorted people in the divine Austrian alliance, but they have also been excluded from the team. Now in our team of only a dozen people, everyone has such a sense of responsibility."

Luther interrupted Zongma and helplessly explained, "I misunderstood. I just want to know how people like you will think about people and elves."

"Because I think of a person who, like you, has such talent, but he is very distressed. It seems that he hasn't grasped that scale yet."

"He wants to be a spokesman and scold mankind from the standpoint of elves?"

Luther shook his head.

"No, listen to my friend. Now he regards himself as an elf, and human attributes are becoming thin."

Dakota finally met Luther with some melancholy about the conclusion given by n.

Is this the chain reaction caused by Xiao Zhi's failure to go to the group?

I hope the kind-hearted n can find the answer he wants, and don't go on an extreme road.