The elves watched her saving the freezing human, and Alandel asked curiously: "Cheng, why do you do this?"
"Human beings are relatively fragile.
If they are put on the fire immediately, the skin and flesh will become necrotic.
In this way, the friction will generate heat and they will slowly recover."
She rubbed the man's legs with ice.
It was not too cold, but fortunately the elves had good ears and they were about to go out, so they discovered it in time.
As soon as I put it in, I felt a little relieved.
Give him a glass of wine and drink it without opening his mouth.
"It's so cold."
She waved her hand and said to this person: "Since you're awake, just wipe it yourself until your legs feel hot."
The man was still obedient.
After drinking another glass of wine, he sat up, took some snow, wiped his feet that were purple from the cold, and asked with a trembling voice: "Is there anything to eat?"
"I'll get it," said an elf.
"I'm going to let him eat the vegetable leaves."
She stopped him.
Since he wanted to save people, he should save them to the end: "Go get the remaining fish soup in my pot, put half a bowl of water in, and heat it up."
When he heard about fish soup, the man's eyes lit up.
Meat is of course more nutritious than vegetables, and the human stomach is omnivorous.
The pot was brought, and there was still leftover fish soup in it.
The elf who held the pot put the pot on the fire and turned around: "I'll get some ice."
"No, no need, give it, give it to me."
The man struggled to crawl over.
"Don't worry" she took the pot off the fire.
"But it's still cold here."
An elf said.
After all, they are a rich and handsome race who have no worries about food and clothing.
They don't even know what it feels like to be hungry.
She held the pot in one hand.
The other hand sprayed out a stream of fire, toasting the surface of the soup, and handed it to the rescued person.
The soup was slightly steaming and I was hungry.
The man picked up the pot and drank heavily, looking like a hungry wolf.
The elves frowned slightly.
For them, they would rather starve to death than eat in such a mess.
Thernhill came over with several lords and looked this man up and down.
He was wearing many clothes.
There are three layers inside and three layers outside, and he is also wearing a cloak.
Like many humans today, he has half-long hair and a curly beard.
At this time, he was drinking heavily without fear of choking or fish bones.
After finishing the soup, I stretched out my hands, which were red from the cold and had frostbite, and fished the fish directly into the pot with my fingers to eat.
The gaps between my nails felt dark, but I couldn't care less about hygiene at this time.
Fill your stomach first and then talk.
Thurnhill joked: "I didn't expect that I would gain something as soon as I went out."
He hadn't even set off yet.
Of course this is also known.
As soon as he heard the sound, the man who had been immersed in eating suddenly looked up.
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When he saw the Elf King wearing a floor-length cloak, he threw away the pot and rushed towards him.
"What are you doing?"
Omrod scolded and drew his sword.
Thernhill raised a hand to indicate that there was no need to do this, because the other party was not here to seek revenge.
Because the man had knelt down and begged: "Great Elf King, please save our people."
"You are a human.
You should go to the human leader for help."
Thernhill said with a slight smile on his lips, very kindly.
"But.
They are not willing to accept us.
They say there is not enough food, but in fact there are not many of us, just over thirty."
The man suddenly remembered something and quickly reached into his heavy clothes to get something.
Worried about pulling out something offensive, Omrod and the other elves looked at this man warily.
Finally, the man took out a dagger, but the dagger had a leather sheath.
He presented the dagger with both hands: "Our clan is also the descendant of the elves.
Please save us, Your Majesty."
Elleras walked over, took it, and pulled the dagger out of the holster.
The dagger radiates cold light and is a craft of the elves.
Omrod looked at the engravings on the dagger and sneered: "It was worn by the elf who married a human more than four hundred years ago.
She is only a wood elf.
After marrying a human, she becomes a human and no longer It’s one of our elves.”
As long as elves are with humans, they will lose their identity as elves.
Although the children they give birth to are slightly stronger than humans, as time goes by, this superior gene will slowly die out, and they will eventually become the same as ordinary humans.
The man quickly explained: "But we have always known that we have the blood of the elves, so we did not participate in the battle between the three armies.
The other human tribes used this to refuse us entry to the refuge.
Please have mercy on us, even give us some food."
That’s okay.”
Obviously these humans are a very small tribe, and it is unknown whether they participated in the battle.
When food was scarce, they were abandoned by other humans and left to fend for themselves.
When there was really no other way, I remembered that I didn't know which generation of ancestors had connections with the elves, so I sent a person with this dagger to find help.
"But we don't have much food."
A lord immediately refused.
There are more than thirty mouths, and humans have more food than elves: "You should go back, we don't have any extra food here to help you, you It’s better to go find your kindred spirits.”
"Please," the man wailed.
Going back may mean death, and the same kind must not be willing to accept them, otherwise they would not come here to find foreigners.
The elves have always despised humans and orcs, thinking that they are bloodthirsty and like beasts.
Cheng Qianxun noticed that Alandel was looking at her, so he said directly: "I only have this little fish, and if I give it to them, I will starve to death.
Let them figure it out on their own, they are not without hands or feet."
"You just have to find food for yourself."
A lord certainly didn't want to have anything to do with these humans: "You humans are not very good at finding food.
You will eat everything.
You can hunt and fish."
"Yes, but we have never encountered such a cold time."
This person must be telling the truth.
He has always lived in an environment with moderate temperatures.
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When it comes to such a cold weather, he doesn't know how to find food. .
Cheng Qianxun said calmly, which can be regarded as helping these humans: "Pull open the snow and look at tree roots, grass roots, and remaining seeds.
Break the ice to fish, use an iron chisel to make a hole on the lake surface, and fish It will come naturally."
The man stammered in response: "Yes, but.
The thirty or so people are old and weak, women and children, and there are not many adult men.
Most of the thick clothes are on me..."
"This won't work, that won't work either.
Then starve to death.
No wonder other tribes refuse to accept you.
It's useless at all."
She said whatever she thought.
This is a small tribe, poor and without strong labor force.
Thurnhill kept listening without speaking, and finally spoke: "Where are your people."
The man seemed to see hope and was overjoyed: "It's not far.
About half a day's journey."
Half a day's journey is not far, but it's freezing outside.
Thernhill ordered: "Elelas, bring ten of them.
Each of them brings a bag of food.
Follow him and help them cut more wood nearby."
A lord immediately shouted: "Are we really going to give food to these humans?"
"Of course."
Thernhill stood there with the same slightly arrogant posture as before, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "We originally prepared more food.
Eat less.
If you can save a few lives, then eat less.
Eat some and your already nearly perfect figure will become even slimmer.”
This made the lord laugh and cry.
Then he said to his son: "Let's see if we can collect food on the way.
If we finish eating, we can't go without food."
"Yes, father."
Elleras's expression was relaxed at this time, and his smiling face was even proud.
All that needs to be said.
When Thernhill was about to leave, Omrod immediately followed: "Your Majesty.
Your Majesty..."
"Since I want to help them, as long as it is His Majesty's decision, I will not object, but don't let His Highness Alleras go down."
Omrod said as he followed.
Thernhill stopped and said, "Which one do you think is stronger, elves or humans?"
Omrod was stunned.
Needless to say, of course he was an Elf.
Cernci said leisurely: "Since this man who is about to starve can crawl here, then the elves can also walk to him."
It makes sense, Omrod could only look at Cernci with reverence.
I went back to the tent.
All elves respect Thernhill, and only such a king can do things that ordinary people cannot do at such a moment.
At this time, Cheng Qianxun also had a new understanding of this king.
Only at critical moments can a person's true nature be clearly seen.
But this time, the essence of an elf was clearly seen.
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The elves should not perish.
She walked into the tent and saw Thurnhill, wrapped in a cloak and leaning on the couch, resting with his eyes closed.
"I'm going to save my energy soon and use it to save food."
She smiled secretly and walked to the table to help herself pour the wine.
Thernhill's voice came: "There is not much wine left.
We need to leave some for the nobles who are discussing the matter, otherwise no one will come."
She turned around and raised her glass: "Not much, just a sip.
You are too humble.
Even if there is no wine, those lords will still come...
At least I will come."
Thernhill, who was a bit lazy, laughed suddenly and opened his blue eyes: "Then I really want to thank you for the compliment."
"Save some space for me."
She sipped her wine slowly, walked over, and sat directly next to Thurnhill.
If you don't sit here, you can only sit on the grass pile on the ground, although that is also where Thurnhill rests at night.
I shook the wine glass made of natural crystal.
The impurities on the glass could not stop me from appreciating the dark red wine inside.
She praised: "Good wine.
The elves' brewing skills are as great as their ability to make weapons."
"Elves seem to know more than these two things."
Thurnhill sat up a little, resting an arm on his side.
"Yes."
She took another sip of wine, as if she thought of something: "Has all the wine been shipped here?
I saw there was a lot before."
"It's impossible to bring so much.
In the wine cellar, it will be enough to drink until the grape ripening season next year."
The elves make good wine and make enough wine every year.
She blinked: "If the temperature remains like this, and you elves are not afraid of the cold, just go out.
The castle should still be able to live, but it is stronger because of the ice."
Thurnhill's eyes widened, he wanted to go back, that was the home he built with his own hands.
"It's been ten days since the temperature dropped.
Let's stay here for a few more days and check the temperature.
If there's no problem, go out."
After drinking the wine in one gulp, she stood up, put the wine glass back on the table, and walked out.
Alelas took Alaindel and some other elves and set off with food, a small amount of warm clothes and medicine.
Omrod went with her to see them off.
He stood outside the cave entrance and watched the group of people go away.
Omrod said softly: "I thought you would follow."
"Why are you following?
It's never been that cold.
I'm freezing to death."
She wrapped her cloak tightly around her body, then turned around and entered the cave.
It's only half a day's journey, and we should be back by noon tomorrow.
Omrod also entered the cave and followed her: "Don't worry."
"Is there any use in worrying?"
She continued walking in heartlessly: "I should worry about whether my fish will be eaten by gophers."
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After eating and drinking enough, he lay down and slept by the warm fire.
The day was going pretty well, and the temperature outside was still the same.
Even without a thermometer, you can estimate that the temperature difference between the upper and lower temperatures does not exceed five degrees.
At noon the next day, a group of people who went out came back.
The elves were like welcoming warriors who had returned victoriously.
The elves surrounding them responded with enthusiasm and smiles, asking questions, while she slipped directly into Thurnhill's tent.
"What's the matter?"
Thurnhill was half leaning on the soft couch with a book and looking at it.
"If something happens, it's your business.
His Highness Alleras is back."
The purpose of her coming was to see the reaction of the father and son.
Maybe she was just bored these days.
"Oh" Thurnhill thought for a while and continued to pick up the book and read.
Elleras entered the tent, and Thurnhill said in a long voice without even looking at him: "Back."
"Yes, father."
Elleras still had the cold air from outside: "It turns out that they all live in the dense forest castle.
The materials have been handed over to them, and they were told that they can stay temporarily until the ice melts. ” This father and son were such good people, she rolled her eyes.
The kindness of these elves in letting strange humans live in her home was beyond her imagination.
Thurnhill turned another page of the book: "Okay, you go and rest first.
Since the castle is habitable, we will go back tomorrow."
"Yes, father."
Elleras walked out.
"Hey, you really let humans live in your castle" she asked deliberately.
"So what?
Where can we drive them?"
Thernhill said nonchalantly, as if the castle belonged to someone else: "Anyway, the castle is very big.
If I go back tomorrow, it will be enough for all the elves to live there.
I don't care if there are more than two people."
Thirty people.”
I really admired the father and son, and when Elleras came in, he didn't say how grateful the humans were for being helped, as if all this was what they should do.
The elves are really the race closest to gods.
"Actually, it's not a shameful thing to express your feelings."
She smiled, took down the book, turned it over, put it back in Thurnhill's hand, stood up and left
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