Kelebdill finally left Charles' tree house with regret.

He had clearly seen hope, but it came to an abrupt end. This made Caleb Deer feel unwilling, and therefore, he left a sentence before leaving.

"The encirclement line of Angban in the north will sooner or later be broken, and all elves, including the Nando tribe, will be affected by it. But compared to Cinda and Nodo, the Nando tribe has no power to resist. So, if you still love this forest, please be sure to think about me again."

After saying that, he looked at Charles, who was standing at the window of the tree house, and then stepped away and disappeared into the forest at dusk.

...

Watching the other person's back disappear, Charles subconsciously fiddled with his new pipe in his hand, but his eyes seemed a little absent-minded.

Ten years of contact, coupled with the vague bonus of his own talent, made him feel that the other party did not suddenly want to establish a new king for the sake of his desire for power.

He seems to be really very conscious of crisis, but this seems full of weirdness compared to other Green Elfs he has come into contact with.

It was like a group of salted fish that were eating and waiting to die suddenly appeared in a group of ambition...

"Are you scared by the attack ten years ago?"

Squinted his eyes, Charles turned around and left the window.

Since you have rejected the other party, you don’t need to immerse yourself in this issue anymore.

He began to do something he hadn't done before.

First, he looked down at the pipe in his hand a few times, then took out a wooden box full of brown and yellow tobacco from the bedside table.

Then he filled the pipe with these dead leaves. But before he could ignite the fire, a faint sweet smell faintly floated out from the inside. At the same time, wisps of white mist gradually rippled between the dense dead leaves in the bucket.

Seeing this, Charles laughed and then leaned on the sofa and took a breath.

The strange and somewhat familiar smell grew in his mouth. After he smashed his mouth, he vomited a stream of white mist.

Slowly and leisurely.

...

Regardless of the mood and thoughts of the person involved, many of the objects he created have a great influence among the Green Elf group.

In fact, if it weren't for the Green Elf's long-term escapism and had no connection with other ethnic groups, the potions would have been spread outside the Seven Rivers.

Many of them are popular, but this does not include something that Shire recently discovered - tobacco.

The plant he called tobacco is called Garlanas in Cinda, and is famous for its rich fragrance.

However, in addition to this, the Green Elf didn't pay much attention to this plant, and only knew that it had a certain detoxification effect.

Shire also accidentally discovered this thing during a hunting trip, and then suddenly found that it was very similar to the tobacco he remembered, so he processed it and dried it and made some. After a preliminary attempt, he felt that it was indeed the case.

The taste must be different, with a unique sweet and greasy taste, but it also has a refreshing effect when sucked, but I don’t know if it will affect my health.

Shire thought that even if there was, it didn't matter, because the elves were sick.

Unfortunately, except for him, the fake elf, other elfs have little response to the birth of tobacco.

Because they can't stand the weird smell, it feels very bad.

Shire's "poisoning" behavior was aborted, and at the same time, after the initial novelty passed, he also left smoking aside.

However, the pipe he made was not thrown into the trash can like tobacco, but was taken out of the bedside table from time to time to fiddle with.

After the pipe was plated with a layer of brown and black with his spiritual ability, it really looked like a handicraft.

But in fact, what Charles is concerned about is not this, but its wonderful nature.

As long as there are tobacco leaves stuffed into it, the pipe will automatically start running without ignition!

This ability is not caused by Charles' special talent, but the magic power hidden in this world.

The magic in the current world is completely different from what he remembers. It depends on his personal will or thoughts to mobilize it. It can only be used under extreme anger or similar emotional stimulation. Moreover, the effect is single and the power is not fixed.

Normally, this magic power is very weak and even tends to be non-existent.

Theoretically, even humans have the ability to cast magic, but compared with the talented elves, the possibility of humans launching magic is very slim.

Therefore, there is no such phenomenon in this world where magic is popular, at least not in the Middle Earth world.

On the contrary, physical force is still the mainstream.

But except for this kind of spell casting, the elves still have other ways to create some extraordinary effects - this method is to make items.

Magic exists because of will. However, if one's own will or thinking is continuously "inculcated" into the fruits of labor, then the completed results are likely to be accompanied by some extraordinary effects.

For example, when Charles made a pipe before, he was thinking about the use of the pipe after it was formed, so when he finished making it, the pipe was attached with magic.

For example, the elves are good at creating elves cloaks, ropes, bows and arrows, and even various musical instruments.

This mysterious feature will not cause too many supernatural situations, and the effect is just that the target item should have enhanced or becomes more wonderful.

And the chance of success is not high, and it has high requirements for production craftsmanship and craftsmen.

The Nodo tribe is very good at using this ability to polish gems and other instruments, but unfortunately Charles is not able to meet him.

...

Tobacco leaves did not become popular, but a piece of news spread rapidly among many green elves gathering places in the Seven Rivers, and there was a lot of talk.

Therefore, some elves who had a good relationship with Charles became a little restrained and awe-inspired when they met again, but the children who always came to make trouble were strictly controlled by their respective parents.

The little radish named Ning Luowei was quite brave. After hearing the news, she ran over secretly and lie on the window of the tree house and asked in a low voice, Shahr, who was lying down at the window of the tree house, was polishing a sword inside.

"Brother Charles, are you going to be king?"

"Who said that?" Charles looked up at her.

"What they said."

"who are they?"

"It's them, so many elves are talking about it."

"They lied to you."

Little Radish Head obviously didn't believe it, "Would you like to be king, would I be your queen?"

"not good."

"Hmph, stingy!" The little guy ran away angrily.

Seeing this, Charles shook his head helplessly.

It seems that except himself, every green elves nearby think that he is going to be king, but the truth is not.

This is not the sound of wind that someone deliberately emits, but during this period, some familiar elves have been constantly coming to persuade Charles, who are far away and close.

After a while, this matter spread.

Therefore, his original idea of ​​leaving became stronger.

But Charles did not leave the Land of Seven Rivers in the end.

Because soon after, an elf came to him and told him something very worrying - he found a remote mountain road to the east of the mountain in the blue mountains east of the forest.

And at the end of the road, half orcs appear.

When Charle first heard about this, he didn't feel anything, so he just decided to go and investigate. However, after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Chapter completed!