Chapter 30: The Steppe Elves "Human, can you really save my people?"
Saladin Thunderhammer asked Zhao Yannian for the fourth time.
"Possibly, I can't guarantee it."
Zhao Yannian is now driving a magic speeder in the grassland in the southeast of his territory, searching for the whereabouts of the grassland elves.
"Is it just possible?"
Saladin lowered his head a little frustrated after hearing that Zhao Yannian didn't dare to guarantee that he could help him.
"Isn't it enough to be enough?
Who in the world can guarantee absoluteness?
Zhao Yannian didn't care about driving the magic speed car around the grassland aimlessly.
Yesterday afternoon, Quentin Iron Hand and Zhao Yannian broke into the dwarven residence when the dwarves were preparing to fight to the death with the dark elves.
"Do you want to be killed in a hole in the ground, or do you want to rescue the captured people?"
Zhao Yannian said.
More than 2,000 dwarves were led by Saladin to the surface and temporarily sealed the entrance to the dwarven mine.
Then Zhao Yannian drove the magic car and took Saladin to the grassland to find traces of the grassland elf tribe.
The steppe elves are a branch separated from the forest elves more than 2,000 years ago, and the elves who left the protection of the World Tree have rediscovered their faith in the grassland, and the steppe elves who believe in the wind of the grassland come and go like the wind, as long as there is wind, their bows and arrows are as fast as lightning and extremely sharp.
This grassland elf tribe in Zhao Yannian's territory is a powerful elf tribe in the northwest territory, they use the emerald green arrow feathers as a symbol, hunting monsters on the grassland for a living, occasionally a single grassland elf will bring a large number of animal skins and animal bones to Cuifeng Town at dusk to trade in exchange for food, and their whereabouts with space equipment are very mysterious, because the farmers in Zhao Yannian's territory rarely leave the village and enter the depths of the grassland, so no one knows where the grassland elves live.
"Saladin, are you sure the steppe elves are around here?"
Zhao Yannian had already turned around the grasslands within a radius of 100 miles, but he still hadn't seen a single grassland elf.
"Fifty years ago, when long-eared guests came to visit, they told me they lived here."
Saladin affirmed.
"Fifty years ago......"
Zhao Yannian was speechless for a while.
"No, it's not a way to go on like this!"
Zhao Yannian parked the magic flying car on the grass, and after getting out of the car, he took out a bunch of materials from the space ring and began to tinker.
"What are you doing?"
Saladin watched as Zhao Yannian changed the shape of the metal in his hand like kneading dough, adding some other ingredients from time to time.
"If we can't find them, let them find us."
With Zhao Yannian's words, four metal horns with a diameter of one meter took shape in his hands.
A large piece of magnet coil demonic beast skin appeared in Zhao Yannian's hand, and it automatically combined into four tweeters as if it had a soul.
After assembling and debugging the horn, Zhao Yannian installed a seventh-order magic crystal on the horn, and then pulled out a wire and dragged Saladin out of the distance.
Zhao Yannian took out two noise-canceling earmuffs used in training shooting from the ring and gave one to Saladin, and then took the other one on his ear.
"What is this thing for?
I can't even hear it.
Saladin looked at Zhao Yannian inexplicably, and the dwarf looked at the noise-canceling headphones carefully and felt that it was novel, so he buckled the earmuffs to his ears in the same way, but the dwarf found that this thing had no other functions except for not being able to hear sound.
Zhao Yannian connected the microphone he originally made to the tweeter, and then pulled up Saladin's earmuffs and commanded him: "Sing with your loudest voice!"
” With a snap, Zhao Yannian let go of his hand and hit Saladin's old face with the earcups, and then before Saladin could react, Zhao Yannian stuffed the microphone that had been turned on into Saladin's hand.
"Sing it!"
Zhao Yannian made a gesture of holding the microphone to sing, and the dwarf patriarch was so stunned by this series of movements that he opened his mouth and really sang.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Zhao Yannian felt that the ground was like an earthquake at this time, and four super-powered tweeters with counterweights kept jumping up and down on the ground with the dwarf's song.
"I'll go, this thing can already be used as a weapon."
Zhao Yannian shouted in a huge wave, but he couldn't hear his own voice.
Zhao Yannian didn't know dwarven language, but he could hear that the tune of this song was very cheerful, just like when he saw those dwarves last night who were mostly injured and had just lost their homes, but could still laugh, drink and eat meat, people couldn't help but feel open-minded at first sight.
Most of the songs in this world are confused with the type of poetry, and the poems written by the poets can be sung according to a certain rhythm, and this kind of poetry is generally very long, and the dwarven patriarch sang for ten minutes without stopping.
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At this time, Zhao Yannian himself was a little unbearable, the huge sound wave can hurt people's internal organs, and with the continuous invasion of the sound wave, Zhao Yannian felt that he was already a little chest tightness and shortness of breath.
Stretched out his hand and pushed Saladin beside him, the dwarf seemed to be in love, and he actually sang with tears streaming down his face and his eyes straight, Zhao Yannian pushed it several times but did not react.
Stop the dwarves from singing?
In that case, don't look for the steppe elves.
In desperation, Zhao Yannian tried to release a silent enchantment for himself, because he didn't know the principle of the spell, so Zhao Yannian was not sure whether the mute enchantment could achieve two-way sound insulation, but at this time, he could only give it a try, if it really didn't work, he would have to hide away.
Fortunately, the silent enchantment worked, although Zhao Yannian could still hear the sound of the outside world, but the voice became much quieter.
"Whew" Zhao Yannian let out a sigh of relief, feeling deeply afraid of the noise maker he had made and the dwarf's lung capacity.
Fifteen minutes into the dwarf's singing, an arrow with emerald green feathers pierced the tweeter as if out of thin air, and four small holes were shot into the three-millimeter-thick iron plate, but the arrow did not really damage the tweeter.
Zhao Yannian, who had been paying attention to the tweeter, had his pupils shrunk, and immediately kicked Saladin Thunderhammer, who was singing rightly, to the ground with a side kick.
"Why are you kicking me!?"
Saladin said angrily as he got up.
"The person we're looking for has arrived."
Zhao Yannian reached out and withdrew the microphone from the dwarf's hand, put away the tweeter, and then he and the dwarf stood in place and waited for about a minute, and an emerald green figure appeared in Zhao Yannian's field of vision.
The steppe elf, who was one hundred and fifty centimeters tall, had a pair of long, erect pointed ears, and the emerald green eyes under the long emerald green hair were full of anger, and the bow and arrow in his hand had been drawn, and the tip of the arrow shining with cold light was pointing at Zhao Yannian and Saladin.
"Dwarves!
Why are you making noise in the steppe!
"The steppe elves apparently don't know Saladin Thunderhammer.
"I am Saladin Thunderhammer, the patriarch of the Bronze Dwarves of Hulu Mountain, and I gave you two carts of arrowheads fifty years ago."
Saladin saw the appearance of the steppe elves and went up to talk.
"It's a bronze dwarf, why don't you come here to strike iron in the mountains?"
The steppe elf lowered his bow and arrows.
"The Bronze Dwarf has been attacked by the Dark Elves, and we are here to ask the Steppe Elves for help."
Zhao Yannian opened his mouth and replied.
"Humans?
Who are you?
"The relationship between the steppe elves and humans is not too bad, and many steppe elf tribes will even send their clansmen to serve in the human army, so the tone of the steppe elves is not too harsh.
"I'm the lord of this territory, and I'm here to help the dwarves."
Zhao Yannian replied politely.
"It turned out to be the lord, so come with me."
The steppe elves said they were going to lead the way.
After Zhao Yannian summoned the magic flying car and the dwarf to sit on it, he followed behind the grassland elves and flew in the direction where the grassland elves came.
"Do you want to come up and sit together, you should be able to sit down if you squeeze it."
Zhao Yannian felt a little embarrassed about letting the girl rush on the ground and the two big men sitting in the car.
"It doesn't matter, we will never get tired of being blessed by the wind of the grassland."
It seemed that Zhao Yannian's invitation hurt the self-esteem of this grassland elf, and a whirlwind appeared around the grassland elf wearing a dress made of green fiber fabric and boots, and the grassland elf then took every step as if it was sliding on the ice, and the weeds growing on the grassland seemed to be actively making way for the elf.
After traveling about twenty kilometers, Zhao Yannian finally arrived at the tribal station of the grassland elves under the leadership of the grassland elves.
"I see, I said, why can't I find it in heaven?"
Zhao Yannian saw the small holes in the weedy grassland in front of him, and suddenly realized.
"Aren't you afraid of being flooded when it rains?"
Zhao Yannian pointed to the entrance of a cave and asked the steppe elf, and a young steppe elf poked its head out of the hole like a little mouse and looked at Zhao Yannian and Saladin Thunderhammer curiously.
"There are water-rooted vines planted in the caves, which can absorb and store water, and the water we usually drink is collected by water-rooted vines."
The steppe elf pointed to the vine man spreading near the entrance of the cave.
"I see."
It is worthy of the elves, and they actually rely on plants to collect water so that they can survive on the grassland.
Because he had something to do, although Zhao Yannian was very curious about everything about the grassland elves, he didn't ask in detail, and following the footsteps of the grassland elves, the three of them came to a cave that looked unremarkable.
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"Elder!
The dwarf of the mountain is coming, and he has something to see you.
The steppe elf shouted crisply into the hole.
"Coming, coming, dwarves in the mountains?
How could those die-hard guys think of meeting our neighbors, could it be that the sun is coming out in the west?
With the chattering voice of an old woman, an old elven woman about the height of Saredin came out of the hole in the ground on crutches.
"You're Sareddin?!
Saredin who deceived me of four magic crystals in the first place!?
After seeing the appearance of the dwarf, the elven elder pointed at Saredin with his cane and said angrily.