The surging river water looks thorough and refreshing under the bright sunshine.

At the end of the sight, there were dense black dots on the edge of the huge island, walking back and forth, as if something was being built.

Not far away, on the river bank, a narrow camp built by the river was filled with blue smoke and people were surging.

There are elf women wearing skirts to deal with medicinal materials, and there are also fully armed Nando soldiers patrolling back and forth.

There are also many new faces active in the camp, either chatting with local elves or looking around curiously, but most of them are wonderfully integrated into the rhythm of the camp.

Help deal with plant herbs, or make hands-on steaming potions, or simply turn around to teach local elves knowledge...

Black-haired, gray-haired, and even silver-haired...

Nordo, Cinda, and even the wild elves who do not belong to these two sides.

These are all foreign elves who come to visit one after another. Most of them hope to learn the new and intoxicating knowledge of potions here.

But some of these elves came and took the initiative to mention their hope to join the Kingdom of Nando, which surprised a large number of Nando senior executives, including Charles.

There are many reasons for this, including those who admire the reputation of the Elf King Canier, some because of potions, and even those who like the environment and lively atmosphere here...

It can only be said that elves are a very wonderful race. They are naturally sensual and seem to have an unrestrained romantic feeling, among which the Sinda and Nando tribes divided by the ancient Taylor tribe are particularly the ones.

The war not long ago did not cause many twists and turns to the Nando tribe, but instead became more active due to the visit of these elves.

However, because we need to be alert to those enemy troops who fled after the war, Nando's army restrained the front line after leaving the dwarf city-state.

Except for some essential posts, there were no military garrisons in other areas of the Seven Rivers, and the soldiers were basically summoned to Thorgaran.

...

"If I were to learn the knowledge of this clan, I would have to pay a certain price. I remember that in the beginning, we had dug holes for them for many years in order to learn the skills of the Cinda Elf."

A rough sound came from his ears, interrupting Charles' observation.

Retracting his gaze outside the window, Charles looked at the black-braided dwarf king beside him who was holding a wooden wine glass and drinking it all.

"Although they came to learn how to make potions, they also brought a lot of knowledge that Nando was not good at or did not understand at all."

Shire said: "Besides, I hope that pharmacy can bear fruit here instead of becoming a unique ability of a certain clan, which is easy to be lost."

“So that’s why you don’t stop humans from being here?”

The dwarf king said as he pointed to a cluster of people in the camp outside the window. Because of his height, his fingers were at this time level with his head.

"Of course." Standing in the tree house, looking down at the group of humans on the river bank outside the window, who looked rough and cautious in appearance compared to the elves, Charles smiled.

There are actually many hidden reasons for this. For example, he doesn't care about these low-level potions formulas at all. For example, it can bring many invisible benefits and benefits to the Nando tribe, etc., but there is no need to mention these.

...

The newly built tree house stands on the edge of the forest not far from the river bank, with many guards below with strict controls, including the guards of Shir and the guards of the dwarf king Azaghar.

So in fact, this visit from Azaghar was not a private meeting, but a discussion on the matter.

"After we discussed, we decided to give up the ruins of Berregost on the Dwarf Road and build a new city-state in the mountains of the eastern Thorgaland. In fact, I had already found a location before coming. It was much safer than Berregost, and it would not be a slight difference even compared to Nogrod."

Azaghar's slightly rough voice is expected in the first half of the sentence, while the second half is full of resentment.

It is interesting that although they shared hardships not long ago, the two dwarves after the war broke out because of this.

Nogrod's new dwarf king, Gontilim, settled the score later, and believed that the death of his father had a lot to do with the negligence of the Berregost dwarf.

The dwarf king with red braids was already a bit extreme in character. In addition, Berregost's broad-beam dwarf was weak after the war and even lost his base camp, so his attitude was inevitably a bit fierce.

As a result, the angry Kuanliang dwarves chose to break with Nogrod and did not rebuild the city-state in the ruins of the base camp. Instead, they ran to the eastern mountains of Thorgalan, hoping to be neighbors with the Nando tribes.

Shire certainly welcomed this, but he did not believe in Azaghar's one-sided words.

In fact, he still had a certain affection for the dwarves of Nogrod. Although the short red-haired men were impulsive and irritable, they didn't say anything to their own people.

After the war, not only did they send a lot of weapons and weapons to the Nando tribe, but they also sent a group of dwarves to help the Nando tribe build a royal city despite the damage in the tribe. As far as Shir says, these are the biggest gifts they can take.

Relatively speaking, the Belgost's Broad-Ray dwarves were not very informed. Regardless of their miserable appearance, they even lost their home. Charles was not so cautious.

Because in his opinion, the Kuanliang tribe who was desperately in need of manpower to rebuild their homes was already the greatest sincerity they showed that they had not transferred away from the dwarf tribes they helped build in Nando.

Even Charle mentioned that he asked those dwarves to return to the tribe, and was rejected by the black-braided dwarf king in front of him.

In short, although the two dwarves have intercourse, their relationship with the Nando tribes is very good, and Charles will not tend to be any side because of Azaghar's words.

...

After discussing with him for a long time, the main thing was to talk about deepening communication between the two tribes. The dwarf king Azaghar was about to say goodbye and leave.

But before that, he suddenly shook his nose and then paused.

"What's this?"

The black-braided dwarf king pointed to the short-handled object on the wooden window sill at the door with a curious look.

When he came, he was thinking about things, so he didn't care about anything else. Now that he had finished communicating with Shire, he suddenly smelled a smell that seemed very interesting.

"This is called a pipe," Shire replied.

Seeing this person who was very interested, Charles personally demonstrated the specific usage of the pipe and the benefits of Garlanas, that is, pipe weed.

In fact, it is not of great use. It has no other useful functions except refreshing the mind and adding a little sweetness, which can eliminate bad breath to a certain extent. On the contrary, because of past impressions, Charles is not sure whether this thing will cause damage to the body.

But when the Dwarf King smashed his mouth, he began to suck in a slightly clumsy manner, but he didn't stop him.

"Anyway, the dwarf will not get sick." Muttered secretly, Charle generously gave the magic pipe and a bag of pipe grass to the slightly interested dwarf king, and then stood up and sent the other party away.

He was about to return to his new tree house for a while, but suddenly an elf attendant came to inform him that an elf named Fenrod wanted to visit him.

When Shire first heard this, he didn't care, because during this period there were always elves visiting him, either admiring his name, hoping to follow him, or coming to study hard.

There was even a bard named Deron who ran over and pestered him, hoping to create a related song about the Battle of Berregost with him.

God knows what this guy thinks, and will make such a proposal.

Anyway, Charles declined the guy who was a little sissy because he felt so anxious.

After all, where can I write poetry and praise myself in the world?

So, except for the fact that this kind of thing felt a little fresh at the beginning, Charles is now a little annoyed.

Just as he was about to ask the servant to find an excuse to refuse, he suddenly felt his mind at the next moment.

Fenrod?

It seems that the king of Slond, the Great West, is called this...
Chapter completed!