Chapter 125

No matter how much doubt she has about Loren's way, Leia can only choose to trust the wizard at present - as he said, winter is about to leave, and the elves in the morning star forest don't have much time.

After winning the initial favor of the elves elders and offering some "worthless" meeting gifts, he finally got the identity of "guest", was allowed to temporarily live in the cloud canopy tree, and can visit the whole settlement at will accompanied by the elves.

The black haired wizard's "generous gift" also makes the elves friendly to him. After all, it's really difficult for you to be hostile to a friendly guest, especially those gifts are all the things the elves need most.

No matter how prosperous the ancient wood forest is, all kinds of minerals in this land are extremely rare. Without iron ingots, weapons cannot be forged; Exquisite leather armor also needs a long production cycle, and healing drugs are also in short supply for them. These are not "small gifts" that can be taken out easily.

Although he could still feel the distrust of the elves towards his people, Loren was not worried - it was not easy to establish friendship, let alone between two completely different races, which needed enough patience.

Now just wait for Duke lottel to nod and send the first batch of support materials to the morning star forest. Of course, there will certainly be no price, but it has nothing to do with Loren. He is just the messenger of Reuven Fred. He can't say such an important thing as the alliance between the two sides.

On the cloud canopy tree on a sunny day, several young elves with spears were practicing under the leadership of an old man. Their slender figures walked flat on the branches and stabbed at the "instructor" from different directions.

The elder elves even carried their hands behind their backs with bare hands, stepping on the shaking branches under their feet and constantly dodging the spear tip; Only when three long guns appeared at the same time would they jump up from the branches and be surrounded by those young elves again.

Not far away, several elves quickly shuttled between the branches and the shade of the trees, raised their shotguns and threw them at the wooden target standing in the center. The sound like a shower echoed. The whole wooden target was almost filled with shotguns, and it was not easy to even find the gap.

Loren, who was just looking at it casually, finally observed it carefully. His dark pupils carefully analyzed each action of these elves. His light pace and vigorous figure were like leaves dancing in the wind.

"How does it feel? This is the way we elves fight."

Luca, who didn't know when to appear, stood on the side of Loren and smiled gently: "unlike you humans, our enemy is a monster much bigger than us. There is absolutely no chance of winning in the face of such an enemy."

"But the forest is our comrades in arms. With the power of the ancient wood forest, even if it is weak, we can fight to the end in front of the ogre."

With that, Luca handed his spear and shotgun to Loren. The black haired wizard looked carefully at the weapon in his hand - the barrel of the gun is very strong. It should be made of old ancient wood and handled with great care; The gun tip is specially forged. It looks like a smaller short sword. It is extremely sharp.

The other shotgun is much shorter, only about one meter, but the tip of the gun occupies a quarter, which is more similar to a triangular cone; All the wood of the barrel is much harder than that of the spear, and the weight is heavier.

"We fight ogres with spears. This weapon can cut their flesh and tendons and bleed them; while the gun can penetrate their bodies and kill them with one blow when we are lucky!"

"It's a very interesting way to fight." Loren smiled at the corner of his mouth when he lifted the spear: "can all elves fight against ogres like this?"

"Only some can do it." Luca shook his head with a bitter smile. "The vast majority of soldiers can only use the cover of the forest to harass their actions with guns and traps. If they want to kill ogres, they still need to fight dancers."

"Like Miss Leia?"

"She is a natural war dancer. When I was Liya's age, I'm afraid I didn't even have the qualification to scold her - even now, it's only a matter of time before she surpasses me."

As he spoke, Luca took another spear from the side and smiled, "would you like to try it with me, Lord Loren?"

As like as two peas, the black haired wizard changed his gown and exposed the underarms, and he put up the long gun to pose exactly the same as the spirit. "I hope you can correct me too much."

"With pleasure."

Less than ten steps apart, the two confronted each other. Although their expressions were very relaxed, they didn't even blink.

"Dang --!"

The tip of the gun was suddenly provoked on the tree trunk, and Luca, with a whistling sound, moved first.

Without hesitation, Loren threw out his right-hand shotgun, raised his long gun flat and retreated behind him. Luca, who escaped the gun, did not hesitate. He approached Lauren like a dark shadow. In an instant, they were less than three steps apart!

Loren, with the spear in front of him, kept moving towards the side. The thunderous gun point exploded in the trunk behind him, but he couldn't really hit his figure.

Side step rotation to avoid the spear splitting head-on. Luca's left hand held the barrel of the gun, cut a half arc from bottom to top and stabbed Lauren's head!

It is impossible for a close black haired wizard to block this with a gun. If he dodges, he will be directly swept into his back with a gun and fall directly from the branch to the ground.

Suddenly, Loren put the long gun away, held the end of the gun head in his left hand, and swept it with the tail of the barrel. With the roar of tearing air, it aimed at Luca's cheek!

The frightened spirit immediately stopped the tip of the gun and blocked it in front of him. Finally, Loren found a gap, turned away and opened the distance again.

"You must be good at fighting, too, aren't you?" Luca, holding the gun in both hands, raised his mouth and pressed the tip of the gun in front of his feet: "but if you fight against the ogre, this distance tactic is useless - the more you fear the enemy, the more you will be defeated by fear."

"Only constant approach and constant attack are the key to victory!"

Luca in the middle of the words had launched an attack again, the rapid figure rushed in, and the spear in his hand was close to his feet.

Just when Loren thought the other party would stab him from bottom to top, Luca jumped up suddenly, and the long gun danced like a full moon in mid air, waving down from mid air with an unparalleled momentum!

The dark haired wizard with a calm face held the barrel of the gun with his back hand, cut a half arc with his long gun, and stabbed Luca in the middle of his eyebrow at the moment when he was about to fall.

This is clearly the trick I just used!

Luca, whose eyes widened, had no time to stop. The stabbed long gun stopped in the air and picked it up to stop his gun, but he just hit Lauren's chest. The huge inertia almost threw the two people down together.

Some frightened Luca stood on the edge of the branch. If he was alone, he could find a way to borrow even if he fell, but the human beside him

Looking back, I saw that Loren, who had recovered, was leaning against the trunk and carefully observing the spear in his hand, as if he had made some new discovery.

"I thought this weapon should be biased, but I didn't expect it to be balanced to this point - even if I hold the tail of the gun, there will be no extra weight." the black haired wizard with wide eyes looked at curiously: "it's really an unimaginable craft. Is it because of the material of the gun rod?"

With a wry smile, Luca shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know. Craftsmen are responsible for making spears."

"Your fighting experience is amazing. It's the first time I've seen someone who can learn to use spears so quickly." Luca's expression is more or less complex: "if you're an elf, you must be a war dancer no inferior to Leia!"

"Well... I don't think she likes you to say that." laughingly, Loren threw the spear to Luca, picked up the other one on the ground with his toes, held it in hand and made a circle in mid air.

"Do you want another round, Lord Luca the war dancer?"