Chapter 44 Times have changed, elves!

Author: Leopard Head·Zero Recharge

Chapter 44 Times have changed, elves!

But it is indeed a bit difficult to mature this monster that is more than ten meters tall.

"It seems that the entire blast furnace is really... I will return to the Blood Claw Tribe first."

Dragon grabbed Dapeng's claw helplessly, "Hmm?"

There was actually a silver-white metal claw ring on the claws of the Great Phang.

Is this thing actually domestic?

Dragorn tried to scrape the claw ring, which was very hard, not like silver, but a bit like platinum.

The two dragon girls also noticed the claw ring and exclaimed in unison.

"Mstrins?!!"

"Mstr.?"

Dragorn was also surprised. According to the inheritance of the Dragon, Mithril is an important material for making magical equipment, which is much more expensive than silver and gold.

"What family is it? Use Misin to make claw rings for pets."

Dragorn turned the claw ring and found that the same passage was engraved in seven words above, including common words, dragon language, elf language, giant language, heaven language, abyss language, and purgatory language.

"Please don't hurt Bibi, it has been trained and will not attack smart creatures on its own initiative. If it hurts the animals you raise, please untie the claw ring. If the compensation is not enough, my address is engraved inside the claw ring. I have the ability to compensate Bibi for all losses caused by Bibi. Besie."

After reading this passage, the three young dragons looked at each other. After a brief silence, Dragorn suddenly sneered.

"What does it mean to not actively attack smart creatures? Isn't an attack without survivors considered an attack!"

Nesalio looked at the iron-killed Dragorn, who was more like a dragon-shaped body than a dragon. He suppressed his smile and asked, "Is there a possibility that it did not regard you as a smart creature?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

He was expelled from the smart creatures for a long time. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He was sorry for the energy he consumed if he didn't make this broken bird into ten mature ones.

"Go away!"

He grabbed Dapeng's claws and started to move with all his strength. He used all his strength to eat ore. Finally, he flew into the sky with Dapeng and slowly flew towards the Blood Claw Tribe.

Shortly after he left, a team of elves appeared among the jungle.

"There's blood everywhere, what's going on here?"

"Go to find clues, be careful."

At the command of the leader, the elves dispersed everywhere, because Dragorn had no idea of ​​destroying evidence, and they quickly pieced together the truth of the matter.

"The feathers of the great roc are everywhere, and the internal organs of huge birds are scattered in the woodland. It seems that the great roc raised by the monster has really been killed."

"The first scene should be in the air, and some kind of creature cuts open Dapeng's belly in some way."

"That big roc won't attack smart creatures, maybe it's because of a fight for the hunting ground?"

"But where is Dapeng's body? He ate it all? That's eight thousand pounds of meat!"

"Maybe it is a living creature with storage habits..."

Listening to the comments from his subordinates, the captain of the tourer only felt a headache. The monster's pet died in his patrol area. This was a tragic drop from the sky.

"Let's look for it again, at least we have to figure out what kind of creature killed Dapeng."

But this time the elves find clues. Dragorn did not land from beginning to end, and the smell was nonsense.

After searching carefully for more than half an hour, the elves gathered together to discuss new discoveries.

"Look at this deer", an elf pointed to the elk that was killed by Dragorn. "The weapon to kill it is strange, a bit like a blow-off, but it is a metal cone."

"It's this", he spread his hands, and his palm was filled with three warheads dug out of the soil.

The Ranger Captain took the warhead, and because it did not collide with the hard object, the three warheads were intact.

“The machining accuracy is very high…”

He stroked the surface of the bullet and looked at the elk's wound again.

"Puncture wounds, fire metal arrows, this kind of damage is a bit like a dwarf's toy."

"Come here!"

Another elves shouted, and the elves rushed over quickly.

"Many branches here have been broken, and there is a lot of blood on the ground. It should be the place where the big roll fell."

The captain of the tourer touched the land soaked in blood and was about to get up when he suddenly found traces of burning fire on part of the ground.

"Flying fire-breathing creatures and their ability to hunt big roc. Could it be the red dragon?"

The captain of the tourer frowned, but what happened to the deer? There are no dwarfs in the Puri forest. It is impossible for a giant dragon holding a dwarf musket to kill Dapeng, right?

This is also outrageous.

Forget it, this kind of thing will give the other person a headache.

He stood up and issued an order.

"We will go back to Oak Town, and this must be known immediately by the elders."

"But our mission", a young elf hesitated, "The elder asked us to detect the development of those monster tribes..."

"Don't be stupid little guy," a forest ranger patted the young elf on the shoulder and laughed: "There will not be any change. Those monsters are like pests in the garden, always a few species. What were they like more than thirty years ago, and what would they still be like now."

"There will not be any change. Even if they are in large numbers, can they still resist our bows and arrows?"

"There is no need to refund the task subsidy, right? I want to go to Sister Sera's tavern to have a drink."

"Are you going to drink? I don't want to expose it!"

"Hahaha……"

A group of old fried dough sticks were holding the young newbies back to the city, and the young newbies were still a little uneasy.

"It's really okay to ignore the zombies?"

"Of course, I tell you that as long as you kill the leader, the zombies are easier to kill than goblins. At least the zombies don't know how to dig holes..."

The Blood Claw Tribe, the old zombie who was busy counting the spoils, sneezed, and then heard Dragorn's shouts.

"Old Toris, Old Toris."

The old werewolf hurried out of the wooden house, "What order does the boss give?"

"Take people to dig me a few trucks of clay."

"yes!"

Old Torius would not ask what clay is like Hogg, and called a group of big-sleeved and round-waisted gnoble warriors to go straight to the river.

This is the efficiency that a good dog leg should have. Hogg still needs to practice more.

Dragorn nodded with satisfaction and began to think about how big the blast furnace to build.

The length of Dapeng from beginning to end is ten meters, so the height of the earth blast furnace cannot be at least less than twelve meters. It is better to get a higher point and reach fifteen meters.

The furnace body is supported by thick wood and covered with clay, so there should be no problem.

Dragon tried to roll the big roll and found that the wings were too big and could only be cut into sections. In this way, the diameter of the upper part of the blast furnace would be eight meters, and the bottom could be blocked a little narrower to make the heat rise.

Just do this, try to make one first.

Although this was the first time Dragon had started to do a good job in the oven, he was idle anyway, and there were gigos in dirty and tiring work.

He was responsible for commanding and building it, and it felt like he was playing the live version of Minecraft, which was so interesting.
Chapter completed!