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"Scrambled eggs." Feng Yu said in surprise.

If this is the case, Feng Yu somewhat understands why the Elf Royal Family must stay away from the whirlpool of plane war.

Their idea is to wait for the powerful humans to fight to the death with the alien creatures, while the elves retain their strength and provide a glimmer of hope for the elves in the future, so that the elves will not be wiped out in the plane war.

Cromwell said leisurely: "With the emergence of the plane channel connected to the main material world, from being always connected to slowly being disconnected, and then being delayed to ten thousand years, the variables that exist in each alien plane have changed. It’s also getting bigger.

Therefore, we cannot be sure at all what is going on in the alien plane now.

But what is certain is that once there are signs of fragmentation in some planes, the creatures there will definitely come out in droves regardless of Grean's living environment. "

Feng Yu took a deep breath and said, "So this is a plane war, it's really true."

Cromwell asked: "What is it?"

"It's not easy."

Cromwell looked at Feng Yu like a monster: "You are really philanthropic."

Feng Yu waved his hand: "That's not true, I'm just sighing. Everyone knows that their homes are comfortable, but their homes are almost gone, so it is inevitable to fight hard.

As for us, sitting at home, disaster comes from heaven, and we feel very aggrieved.

Then it depends on who has a stronger fist. Anyway, between survival and destruction, there is no choice at all. "

Cromwell looked at Feng Yu with some surprise: "You can see clearly."

"Because we have encountered such misfortune before, and there are bastards everywhere.

Then we can only wish people like them the best if their homes are suddenly shattered and they are immersed in the sea of ​​nothingness forever. "

"This is cruel enough"

"There's nothing I can do. Ten fingers are still stretched out, let alone an enemy."

Cromwell said: "Don't spread rumors about the plane war. It won't do any good for ordinary people to know."

"I'm not a child."

Cromwell sighed: "Hey, weren't I asking you about the power of thunder? Why are we talking about plane war?"

"Information sharing, I've shared the power of thunder with you. It won't hurt you to share useless information like plane war."

"Why is the news about the plane war useless?"

"There are elves behind Cattail City. The elves like to record more than the dragons. The information in Hazy Moon Forest must be more detailed."

Cromwell nodded: "Indeed, if there is no such thing as Cattail City, we plan to go to the Hazy Moon Forest to see if there is anything to gain from the elves."

Feng Yu said with a smile: "Then you can go quickly."

"Why, I'm not welcome to stay here for a few more days."

"You're not welcome. I find that you're an uncouth old man. You're either thinking about our salt fields or you're thinking about something else."

Cromwell slapped his forehead: "I remembered talking about the salt field. I came to you just because of the salt field."

"Didn't I say it?"

Cromwell rushed to say: "I understand, I just want to ask you the specific method."

Feng Yu couldn't help but laugh and said: "You are a Dharma Saint, you can go directly to the Hazy Moon Forest to look up information, and you still need others to find a solution for you."

Cromwell said: "What, you really plan to force me to snatch it?"

"You are a holy mage, and you are not touched by the mortal world. Why should you hurt your prestige over such a trivial matter?"

"If I have anything to say, please tell me whether it's okay or not. Chatting with you is really tiring. It's better to meditate."

"If you want to be like the Elven Dharma Saint in the last plane war, a bowl of water that is balanced and respected by all races, then you don't have to show up in person for anything.

Just build a bridge by relying on the reputation of your Dharma Saint. As for what the people below will say, why do you have to worry about it?

If I were a dharma sage, I would be dissatisfied with the world's search for information. I would just have someone make a copy and send it over. Who can help you save face? "

"You, start fighting when we meet."

Feng Yu's face darkened: "That's why you made fun of us two juniors first, okay? You two have a Dharma Saint and a fifth-level dragon, so that's okay."

"Who would have thought that you would be so decisive in taking action? Aren't you afraid?"

"It was because I was afraid that I took action."

"Strange logic."

Feng Yu spread his hands.

"Where did you hide the thunder?"

"In the wire."

"I'm talking about the origin. It's impossible for metal wires to accommodate thunder."

"That's a secret. You keep fooling around with me. How about I give you the thunder I caught?"

"You kid is really dishonest. You think I didn't see all the metal wires connected to the big house next to the flint mine."

"Okay, you know it's better to find it yourself."

In addition to the scientific research institute, Feng Yu is really not afraid of what Cromwell will see in Cattail City. He can't stop him anyway.

Compared with people who don't understand technology, whether they are ordinary people or Dharma saints, precision machinery and tall factories are definitely more attractive.

Cromwell Master stayed in Cattail City for three days and still left. In what he told Feng Yu, the longer he stayed in Cattail City, the less he wanted to leave, so he had to get up as soon as possible.

Feng Yu can understand, and he really doesn't want this old man to stay in Cattail City. There are too many secrets in Cattail City, and Cromwell's identity is too sensitive.

"Do you know why I have a crush on you?"

"Because I look good and everyone likes me"

Cromwell: ""You are so shameless.

"Before I met you, I saw the mercenaries of the Moran Empire who were captured by you. Although many died, war is war, I understand this. What I didn't expect was that you would treat them like that."

Feng Yu smiled: "There are still many things you don't know. I have asked the goblins to take their tokens back to the city where they are stationed in the Moran Empire. Then someone will naturally tell their families the news."

"You would really let them go."

"I'm not so bad as to lie to a group of prisoners.

It may be that the news is transmitted too slowly. After some time, the mercenary family members who believe they have received the news may send letters through the goblins, if they can afford the goblins' reward. "

"What on earth are you thinking? You must know that this has no precedent in Grean."

"To be honest, this will make the mercenaries work more efficiently. Although I have other ways to deal with them, I am too lazy to use them.

They are all just hard-working people who are struggling to make a living. I can’t compete with them.

Besides, these people didn't hurt the soldiers and residents of Cattail City. If they committed too many killings, there would be nothing I could do.

Since they didn't hurt the soldiers in Cattail City, I have to explain to the old and young in Cattail City, and I don't want to really enslave them for the rest of their lives, so that's it.

Isn’t it nice to have an explanation for everyone this way?”