It was getting lightly dark, and Old Li had already returned to his tree house with a hundred young elves who had returned home. Last night, Xixi, who was dealing with some particularly wonderful scenes in life, had never spoken to him for a whole night. As for the little fairy, he might have deliberately hid because he was too shy. The old gangster who was alone now had a depressed mood and felt disliked by anyone.

Lao Li made a conference hall in his tree house, and one hundred elves could barely squeeze them out. Most of these underage elves, who were only four or five hundred years old, were all wearing Zhongshan suits, big leather shoes, and a pair of sunglasses in front of his eyes, sat around the conference table.

Looking at the scene where the world's gang leader and bosses were dividing the spoils that often appeared in movies in previous lives, Lao Li's unhappiness seemed to have disappeared, and he felt a sense of accomplishment while spoofing it.

"Have you collected enough medicine?" Old Li looked at the elves with a smile.

"Enough!"

"Son of Prophecy, you haven't said what these medicines are used for!"

"Yes, I'll take us children to work as coolies in the evening. May the god of nature, He Yierdong, forgive your sins!"

"Did you get us all over now to help you with medicine?"

"Oh my God, did you draw all the things on the wall?" A curious elf pointed to a look at the one written by Old Li when he was bored, "I'm talking about the boy's crazy, Pleasant Goat, Big Big Wolf."

"What is this? Although I can't understand it, it seems to be quite good!"

"Silent, quiet!" Old Li Ban showed the face of the director he hated most when he was in college, and said in a very stinky way: "These are not paintings, but texts from my hometown. Anyway, I am also a graduate of medical school, okay? You definitely don't know that in our place, people who graduated from medical school may not necessarily be medical scientists, but they are definitely fucking calligraphers!"

"Now, let's prepare the medicine first!" Lao Li said with a smirk: "The preparation is divided into two groups, one group of ten people, and the other group of ninety people, we want..."

Time flies, and it is already dusk. Old Li Zhi, who coaxed the elves away, looked proudly at the hundreds of sacks that appeared in his tree house. While digging his nostrils, he laughed extremely vulgarly.

Lao Li divided the 100 elves into two working groups, and the group of ten people was responsible for making ordinary heat-clearing and detoxifying pills.

As for the group of ninety people, they are responsible for creating powerful laxatives that cost you 15x200. As for the name of this drug, of course, Lao Li made it a spoof based on Stephen Chow's masterpiece "Domestic Lingling Paint".

The elves deserve to be the race closest to nature. In any thing related to plants, elves will show the most perfect learning, cultivation, mixing and manufacturing capabilities in their own talents.

The amount of raw materials for medicinal materials collected in one night was already amazing, which made Lao Li both excited and worried at that time. He felt that if these hundred underage elves were asked to prepare medicine, there would be so many raw materials there, and it would take a week to complete it.

As a result, Lao Li underestimated the elves' accomplishments in plant grinding and mixing. Even if they were some minor elves, their prescription speed was enough to make the old tutor on Earth who was responsible for explaining the prescription to Lao Li's class. Their prescription speed was outrageous! Lao Li looked at the sacks displayed in the tree house with a smile, as happy as a weasel that stole a hundred little hens. Yes, he promised McKellen not to make poison. After all, poison is not his own specialty of a half-baked Chinese medicine doctor.

But he didn't seem to say that he wouldn't make powerful laxatives? It doesn't matter if he lets those enemies have diarrhea? Lao Li felt that he was just playing a strait ball with the tradition of the Elf clan in his heart. Poison can be fatal and crippled.

But what about laxatives? At most, they will cause diarrhea and have nothing to do with poison! If all the powerful laxatives in more than 100 sacks are used, the cannon fodder teams that stay outside the Wisteria Forest will definitely cause collective dehydration due to diarrhea, and may even prolapse... A vicious smile appeared on the old gangster's face.

However, in some aspects, I must coincide with the elves. Although I can't imagine the scene of more than 100,000 people having diarrhea in the wisteria forest, they will definitely leave countless precious fertilizers for the wisteria forest.

There is no source of living water on the surface of the Wisteria Forest. Even the daily water used by the elves in Roland City is extracted and purified by tree houses from underground rivers. If the powerful laxatives in these sacks can be put into the water trucks of the invaders... Hehe, there is no god in this world who specifically controls excrement, otherwise the spectacular scene of more than 100,000 people having diarrhea together can definitely be called a miracle!

The wheel may think that Lao Li's head is so bare that it doesn't even have a hair, so it's not comfortable to lie on it. So the little guy now decided to move his position. Today it has been lying horizontally on Lao Li's back shoulder. It looks like a slightly reflective white leather waistcoat on Lao Li's shoulder.

Old Li, who was like a rich man, walked out of his tree house proudly with a sack of Qingre and Detoxification Pills, and rushed to the Natural Temple with a roar along the way.

Although he had made a lot of powerful laxatives, he still had to stock up on this kind of Qingre and Detox Pill used to fill the storefront. At this time, he was about to prove to his mentor, High Priest McKellen, that the result of his busy day and night was not poison.

He thought about it carefully for a long time, but he could not find a reason to not ask McKellen to introduce Qingre Jiedu Pills. This may be because he was guilty of being a thief.

In the distance, somewhere in the Tyronsil Mountains.

A large marching tent filled a small hill. If you look higher, the hill looks like a mop covered with mushrooms.

The atmosphere in the central army's tent was very serious. A middle-aged elf man wearing armor and a heroic appearance was constantly arguing with several elves around him.

This man is Lauren Caesar, the elf king in Roland.

Lauren kept roaring at an old man sitting opposite him, "Derhammus, my great elder, is this the news you got from those human allies?"

"Yes, my Majesty." The Great Elder frowned slightly, and explained to the elf king Lauren calmly: "You have seen the messenger of the Nantterdam Continental Human Alliance, and you also agreed to the decision to send troops at that time."

"My wisest elder, are you blaming me?" Seeing that no one answered him, Lauren secretly glanced at the elves who didn't say a word around him. A strong anger appeared in his eyes, but he quickly hid it: "Who can tell me what the situation is?"

"Your Majesty, please relieve your anger. Please allow our temple to say justice." An old man with kind eyebrows took over the words of the Elf King Lauren with a smile.

Looking at the old man, Lauren raised his hands helplessly: "Okay, dear Lord Yerma."

"His Majesty the King, the Great Elder and all the respected lords." Yerma looked at the king in a silly manner, and after a pause, he turned his gaze to Dehmus. When he saw that everyone began to turn his spirit on him, he said gently: "Now what is facing us is an unknown trap, and it can even be said that this will be an unprecedented crisis for our elves."

"We don't need to argue here, because it's not worth it." Yerma's expression and tone were like a kind elder who chatted with his family after dinner: "Arguing about the betrayal of the monkey people who have long abandoned their identity? It's absolutely unnecessary! Look, we have plenty of water and food here, we have 50,000 best soldiers, and even old bones who have experienced strong winds and waves, why should we feel anxious?"

"I understand what you said, my priest." The elf king Lauren smiled bitterly and pointed to a combat map on the table in front of him: "But the problem now is that we are surrounded. On the other side of the mountain is a coalition force of humans and invaders. On this end of the mountain is a sniper force composed of cannon fodder from the elite invaders and the source of the bandits. They were afraid that the elves would not actively attack our military camp, so they chose to surround us on this mountain."

"No," the great elder Dehanmus nodded and followed the words of the Elf King Lauren: "But once we choose to break through, if we cannot quickly break through their sniper troops, the invaders on the other side of the mountain will form a double-face attack on us within three hours with the advantage of their bodies being able to fly."

"Their intentions are very sinister now. They are just waiting for us to consume all our food and clear water to defeat us without bloodshed!" The elf king Lauren kept rubbing his temples: "The soldiers of the elf clan are never afraid of dying on the battlefield, but I hate facing such vicious conspiracy."

"Your Majesty, you are too worried." The old god Yerma smiled: "The mugwort bread we carried with the army this time is enough for everyone to eat for the first half of the year, and we don't need to worry about the food at all. As for Qingshui, haha, we have more than a thousand outstanding water mages..."

"But do we really have to spend the first half of a year with them here?" Dehanmus said with some displeasure: "Food and water are naturally not a problem, but if it continues to be consumed like this, I'm afraid something will happen in Roland City."

"Friends, are you slowing your brains because of the appearance of the invaders?" Yerma showed an old farmer-like cunning smile: "First, the Son of Prophecy has appeared, and we don't need to worry about the city of Roland where he is. Only the old bones can clearly remember the content of the complete prophecy about the Son of Prophecy. Second, if the other party continues to siege us and fight with us for the consumption plan, then it is very likely that they will collapse before us. Don't forget that their huge army, the clear water and food that need to be consumed every day, are astronomical numbers!"

"But the wealth of human beings is unimaginable." The Elf King shook his head and sighed: "After hundreds of years of cultivation and rest, those human beings can fully withstand such consumption."

"Maybe they are not a single piece, there are cracks inside themselves?" Grand Elder Dehanmus interrupted.

"It is very stupid to pin the hope of victory on the other party." The old man, Yerma, said with a confident look: "We have been cut off from the magic communication by their mage. Sooner or later, the situation in Roland City will find that the situation here is abnormal. Roland City, with High Priest McKellen and the Prophetic Son, will definitely have a way to break this annoying trap. I think what we need to worry most now is whether these coalitions of humans and invaders will attack us without enough resources to consume with us."

"If there is an old family, if there is a treasure, your wisdom is enough to illuminate the whole world!" After the Elf King said that, he glanced at the Great Elder Dehanmus with a pointing look.

"Everything is under the guidance of the God of Nature He Yierdong." Yerma started his job with a sacred look on his face.

Mom, you slap, you slaying the dead! The great elder Dehhammus cursed in his heart, and smiled and expressed his praise to the God of Nature with the others on his lips.

As soon as the update arrives, everyone will watch slowly.

Please flowers, please collect them, please ask for that~
Chapter completed!