Chapter 91

The elves were looking for Ang like crazy, especially after continuously planting two World Tree saplings to death. Gailade and Kai Lan Dai Er were so self-reproachful they wanted to hang themselves. The communication requests for the teleportation array had been dialed by them until there was no energy left.

Anna used the excuse that the teleportation array had no energy and prepared to turn it off. Gailade didn't say a word and teleported a large bag, a full two thousand-plus magic crystals, only requesting Anna to keep the teleportation array's communication array running.

A true local tyrant. Two thousand magic crystals were enough to buy two bottles of watered-down Holy Essence.

So the teleportation array's communication array was kept running. As soon as Negris clicked it open, an urgent voice came from the other side: "Is it Lord Negris back? Is it Lord Negris back? I'll go call the Queen immediately, please wait a moment."

A few minutes later, Gailade's slightly hoarse voice sounded from the other side: "Lord Negris, you're finally back, please, you must help me."

"Eh, little elf, why is your voice hoarse? Are you okay?" Negris was surprised. What happened? To make the Elf Queen so anxious and angry, could it be that the World Tree sapling died?

That shouldn't be. That broken thing is very hard to die once it sprouts. Look at the little tree sapling. Ang has never watered it, nor has he fertilized it. He just carries it around planting vegetables every day, and it lives very comfortably.

Ever since he knew his title of Dragon Hunter, Negris had been calling her little elf, and Gailade didn't mind, because she knew the guy on the other side was definitely older than her.

And his seniority must be super high, because every time he inadvertently mentioned the names of Elf clansmen, they were already so distant they had become black-and-white portraits hanging on the tree wall.

"I'm a bit anxious. We've been looking for you for more than half a month. At first, we hoped you could guide us to save the World Tree, but now we hope you can sell us another World Tree sapling," Gailade said.

Negris gasped: "Really planted it to death? No way, such a hard-to-die thing, you could plant it to death?"

When saying this, the World Tree walls on the ground appeared in Negris's mind. They endured the cold wind every night, and it was the Wind of Rest, yet they all grew sturdily. The people taking care of them even had to top and prune them, otherwise, they would grow into tree balls.

However, those World Tree walls needed watering and fertilizing. The one that didn't need watering seemed to be the one on Ang's head.

Negris's words made Gailade ashamed, but also tremble in her heart, because Negris didn't deny he still had World Tree saplings, but said 'such a hard-to-die thing.' Why would he think this thing is hard to die? Could it be he had planted it? And planted it big?

Gailade wished she could crawl through the teleportation array and drag Negris and the World Tree sapling over.

Sure enough, after Negris sighed, he casually said: "Just follow the price from last time, but don't need the elf beans, change them to Moon Spring Rice seeds. How many do you want?"

"Wha... what how many?" Gailade didn't react for a moment.

"World Tree saplings, how many do you want?" Negris said with disdain, his tone a bit like a wholesaler boss meeting a retail customer.

"You... how many do you have?" Gailade felt the world was changing a bit fast. How could World Tree saplings be wholesaled?

He didn't know this, had to ask. It had just come back.

After asking around, Negris awkwardly rubbed his little claws and returned to the teleportation array: "Uh, um, that... that... no more saplings."

"What!" Gailade roared on the spot. The sound exploded like a thunderclap, shaking the surrounding trees, birds flew away in fright, and wild deer more than ten kilometers away pricked up their ears in vigilance.

The elf guards waiting on the side all frowned in discomfort. Some covered their ears, and some jumped to the side like frightened rabbits, looking at Gailade in fear.

Usually, this Elf Queen was tall and slender, with a flat waist and abdomen, and clear lines, not looking like someone with high strength at all. But this roar truly displayed the power of a Dragon Hunter.

Negris was numbed in the ears by the shock, hurriedly shrinking his neck and saying: "Little tree, little tree, change to little tree, finger-thick little tree, change for free for you."

Gailade's anger was all blocked in her throat. Her eyes widened, and she said in disbelief: "You mean, no more saplings? Change to grown little trees?"

There's such a good thing? No more calves, change to grown dairy cows?

"Yes, yes, yes, that's what I mean. Sigh, haven't been back for a month, those guys have raised all the saplings big, really very sorry."

Gailade had the urge to vomit blood. In the situation where she had just planted two saplings to death, the other side actually told her that by accident all the saplings had been planted big?

"How many, exactly, World Trees do you have!" Gailade asked word by word.

Negris hurriedly covered his mouth. Trouble, drifted, said the wrong thing.

He had never dared to say how many World Trees were here. With the elves' attitude toward the World Tree, knowing the truth would definitely cause an explosion. He didn't expect he would still drift and let it slip: "This... that... this... that..."

After stammering for a while, Gailade became impatient and asked directly: "Are there ten?"

Heavens, the Elf Queen with the highest combat power in history only dared to guess ten. If she knew the truth, wouldn't she crawl over through the teleportation array? Ang had urged the growth of two thousand five hundred saplings, and all of them had been planted alive.

"Uh, no, not that many," Negris responded hesitantly.

"Five? Are there five?" Gailade asked again.

"That... maybe... should be, I'll go ask."

Saying he would go ask was to fool Gailade. After waiting for a few minutes, Negris said again: "Exactly five, all finger-thick little trees with branches."

"I want them all. Fifty thousand magic crystals each, plus one Druid Heart, one bottle of Life Essence, one nest of little elves, one bag of Moon Spring Rice seeds," Gailade offered.

"Want them all? No, no, I can sell you at most three, and I don't want little elves," Negris felt a tightness in his heart. These elves were not well-intentioned, actually wanting to stuff little elves over?

That ghostly thing has telepathy. By then, all the secrets here might be leaked to the elves by them.

Hearing Negris's refusal, Gailade knew he had misunderstood, and hurriedly said: "It seems Lord Negris knows little elves well, but the little elves I mentioned are a nest of wild little elves..." Wild little elves have no blood relationship with domestic ones, so they cannot have telepathy with each other.

"I don't want wild ones either, change to Life Essence, and I can only give you three," Negris refused.

Gailade said word by word: "Changing to Life Essence is fine, but Lord Negris, you should know that our Elf race cannot let any World Tree fall into the hands of others. I hope you will consider it, sell all five to us, otherwise, it might affect our friendship."

What happens if friendship is affected? It becomes enemies. These elves will definitely search the world for his traces. Being targeted by a group of stubborn elves is not a good thing.

It was originally a pretense to increase the credibility of the sentence 'only five.' Negris pretended to be in a dilemma and stammered for a while before reluctantly agreeing.

Two million five hundred thousand magic crystals is not a small amount. If there is no magic crystal mine at home, it cannot be gathered in a short while. Fortunately, elves are a group of local tyrants with mines at home.

Half an hour later, two million five hundred thousand magic crystals, five bottles of Life Essence, one Druid Heart, and one bag of Moon Spring Rice seeds were teleported over one by one in nine batches.

Originally, Negris didn't intend to want that Druid Heart, because there was a God of Planting at home who was more perverted than a Druid.

But thinking that besides farming and grazing, Druids could also transform, he reluctantly accepted it.

And Negris also dug five World little trees, about finger-thick, one person tall, bundled them into a bundle, and teleported them over.

Goods and money were cleared. Just as he was about to turn off the teleportation array, a greeting in Dragon language suddenly sounded in the communication: "￥%#@, long time no see, how have you been lately? Come over and chat."

That sentence that others couldn't understand was Negris's name in Dragon language.