[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

Sorin looked at the wine in the glass, but he was thinking about what happened just now.The black-haired elf named Alves was really difficult to deal with, at least Sorin had never seen such an elf who could open his eyes and tell lies.All the words that Alves piled up with gorgeous rhetoric and beautiful words have only one purpose, that is to ask Sorin to give corresponding gold coins as a reward when he passes through the dense forest in the future.

"His Royal Highness the Dwarf Prince, you must know that the dense forest is a vast place. The elves have spent a lot of energy and resources to protect this land, and the countless invasions have long made the elves extremely tired. This road we can promise It is only open for the dwarves, but on the other hand, we also hope that Gushan will show the corresponding sincerity."

Now that Sorin thought about it, he felt that there were pitfalls everywhere in what Alves said.

The size of the dense forest is the business of the dense forest elves. What does it matter if they consume resources or not?Who doesn't like a little bigger territory?And this road seems to know that they used it to trap the dwarves, so there is no need for maintenance.

However, Sorin was fooled by Alves.

He agreed to this request, and paid a lot of gold coins for it.

The remaining sanity made Sorin protest the amount of the price, but that couldn't make up for the interests that should have belonged to them.

The face of the dwarf prince covered by his bushy beard was a bit gloomy, but there was no reason to take back what he had said. Sorin could only hold the cup sullenly, and glance at the book standing not far away from time to time. Alves of the parchment scroll, and poured the wine into his mouth again.

Olivier doesn't really like the dwarf prince yet, but he won't refuse the gold coins delivered to his door.The long-haired, light-brown Prince of the Jungle sat there with a smile on his face. He had no appetite and slowly ate the delicacies on the plate - all kinds of berries with sweet and sour sauce - and he would always pay attention to take care of the helpers. Legolas beside him poured a glass of juice.

Although he has grown taller, Legolas is still a teenager and will not change because of his age.The young elf can't touch too much alcohol, even though his father's drinking capacity is very considerable, but after all he has an elder brother who can't drink much.

Legolas tilted his head and looked at Olivier, gave him a soft smile, then reached into Olivier's palm, and stuffed him with a red berry.

This is very sweet, and the little prince wants Olivier to taste it too.

The prince of the dense forest smiled and stroked Green Leaf's hair, and then put the berry in his pocket. Now that Thorin was still sitting there, it was obviously not a good time to eat it.

"I wonder if the dwarf prince is satisfied with the wine in the jungle?" Olivier swung the glass. In fact, he hadn't even taken a sip, but this did not prevent him from consulting the dwarf prince.

Sorin looked at Olivier. Although the beard was thick, but it was trimmed properly and the table manners were correct, he still looked tidy: "I am very satisfied, in fact, this is even more delicious than Rivian from Lonely Mountain .”

Olivier didn't know what Rivian was, but he didn't ask, but stood up with a smile, and said to Thranduil: "Ada, I think we met someone who is very good at tasting Good wine friend, this is rare, perhaps we need to entertain him with some better wine."

Thranduil glanced at him and nodded slightly, there was hidden joy in those green eyes.

With Thranduil's consent, Olivier left the long table with a smile and walked to the forest not far away.

There was a trapdoor, by the stream that ran through the palace, from which he could go directly to the cellar where the wine was stored.

And in the past, there once lived a red dragon, and now that dragon is forbidden to enter the jungle forever.

==================================================== ============================================================================================================================================================================================================== , a pink flower on it made Olivier smile unconsciously, he could always think of the little pink flower on the head of the King of the Jungle.

But just as his hand touched the branch, suddenly, he heard a voice: "Oh! Don't move! I'm going to fall!"

The voice was vague and sharp, and it sounded like a little girl who hadn't grown up, obviously frightened.

Olivier raised his head, he thought it was a mischievous elf cub trapped in the tree, but in fact he didn't see any trace of elves, only the sprawling green and lush.

He frowned in confusion, but saw a "twig" shake violently a few times.Olivier blinked and found that it was not a branch, but a green snake.

It has a green body and scarlet eyes, and it looks panicked. It is obvious that Olivier's action of pushing the vines just now made it lose its balance.It spit out the letter, but Olivier yelled in his ears with a hiss: "Don't shake it! I'm going to fall!"

Olivier let go of his hand in a hurry, and then saw the little green snake that quickly balanced itself wrapped around the branches of the tree with its soft body, but its tail was still shaking back and forth quickly because of the shock just now.

Its small red eyes looked at Olivier who was frowning at it, and tilted his head: "I know you, you are the son of the king here."

"That's called a prince." Olivier corrected him subconsciously, but the moment he spoke, he froze suddenly.

Because what he spoke was neither the language of elves nor the voice of humans, but a sound similar to the neighing of snakes!

It wasn't just Olivier himself who was scared, but also the little green snake.Its body suddenly shrank, and then stretched out quickly, and the screaming like a little girl just now appeared again: "Oh my god! A snake that has grown into an elf!"

Olivier's head hurt from it, and the gloom that had been suppressed covered him again, and he even became low when he spoke: "Shut your mouth, it's noisy."

As expected, the green snake stopped, and bit the tip of its own tail as if in shock, muttering in a very slight and trembling voice: "Don't eat me, I don't taste good..."

Olivier was trying to calm himself down, but in fact he couldn't calm down at all.

Elves have incomparable talents. Some elves are born to communicate with all creatures in the world. Although Olivier is not so talented, he can occasionally understand the voices of some animals.

But that doesn't mean elves can speak the language of animals with their mouths, it never has!

Olivier stood there frowning, with his back leaning against the tree trunk, not looking good.The little green snake seemed to be still young. After the fright just now, he didn't take this opportunity to escape. Instead, he poked his head out curiously, looked at Prince Jungle and said, "You seem to be very uncomfortable."

Olivier ignored it.

"When I'm not feeling well, I'll go find something to eat. I know several mice... um..." Before the little snake could say his proposal, Olivier directly handed over the piece that the little prince gave him just now. A berry was stuffed into its mouth, blocking back what the little snake hadn't said yet.

This prince is so savage.The little snake snorted, and the tip of its tail dangled again, but after the sweet berry juice flowed into Jin's mouth, those complaints disappeared instantly.

It eats meat, but doesn't mind the occasional sweet treat.

Olivier, on the other hand, stared at the little green snake, narrowed his eyes slightly, and touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Your Highness."

Suddenly a voice came from behind, and Olivier's hand left the sword hilt abruptly. When he turned around, he saw a familiar face.

"It's you." Olivier looked at the handsome face in front of him, "I remember Ada asked you to guard outside the forest of spiders, so why did you come here?"

The elf guard smiled, bent slightly, and put his left hand on his heart: "Because of His Majesty's kindness, I can leave there a little earlier."

Although Olivier still felt irritable, it was clear that the Prince of the Jungle knew how to maintain his dignity in front of his guards: "I congratulate you on that. What is your job now?"

The elf guard pointed to the stream not far away: "Watch here and make sure no elves enter or leave without authorization."

Olivier took a look and frowned slightly: "This seems like a very boring job."

"This is good enough, my lord, at least it will give me a chance to say thank you." The elf guard lowered his head with a smile, his long dark brown hair hanging down from his shoulders.

"Actually, I didn't do anything to get you away from the spiders." Olivier knew that the other party had misunderstood. "It is always the King of the Jungle that you need to be grateful for."

"Of course, I understand." The elf guard was still smiling, but his expression was clearly stubborn, and he didn't believe Olivier's words.

Olivier didn't explain too much, sometimes a proper conversation can really relieve some anxiety.

The elf guard glanced at Olivier's face, then took a slight step back: "Your Highness, I'm going back."

Olivier nodded, his eyes flicked across his face without staying.

Turning around, Olivier was about to continue walking into the cellar, but he heard the voice of the elf guard coming from behind: "It's dark below, please be careful, Your Highness."

Olivier smiled, and turned around to say something, but saw that the elf guard had already walked away with his long sword. The golden armor was extremely dazzling even in the dark jungle.

Prince Jungle just blinked his eyes and walked straight forward without thinking too much.

But he didn't notice that the light blue gem on his finger changed from that lifeless luster to become flexible, as if water was flowing inside.

The author has something to say: The day of making money has quietly begun. Although Olivier is forgetful, his intelligence points have increased a little~ he has become witty [thumb]