I! Siberian tiger!

Chen Tianci's words were straightforward and clear, without any concealment or beating around the bush.

He directly told him what he wanted to know.

Then, it was Misna’s own choice.

Cooperate or refuse.

As Chen Tianci said, cooperation has a glimmer of hope, and there is still hope for revenge.

Although Misna herself is not Chen Tianci's opponent.

But the power behind her was not something Chen Tianci could contend with at this moment. reject.

That is losing value, losing the value that can be extracted, and there is only a dead end.

Although Chen Tianci might kill her in the former.

But that's the worst-case scenario.

If Chen Tianci keeps his promise, Misna still has a glimmer of hope.

Although everyone said that their lives were in Chen Tianci's hands.

Then survive.

From the perspective of the awesome one.

Doing things according to Chen Tianci's will is always more likely than doing things against Chen Tianci's wishes.

She was really afraid that Chen Tianci would be unhappy.

Just kill it directly.

This kind of thing is not impossible.

So Misna especially needs to be careful.

The raccoon cat with colorful face walked up to Misna with cat steps, and asked:

"Now you can tell me. What the king wants to know is just some simple information, and it will not involve the secrets of your tribe. There is nothing to hide."

That's right.

What Chen Tianci wants to know is not the various secrets of the tree elves that need to be guarded with life.

It is just some simple information about the tree elves.

And this information is for Chen Tianci.

But it has a greater effect than the so-called secret.

Facing various forces in a completely unknown plane.

Having a detailed understanding of the construction of their forces will save Chen Tianci a lot of unnecessary trouble.

According to The information he possesses can also avoid these dangers in advance.

The role of information in war is no less than that of a powerful army.

Anyway, it is very important, and Chen Tianci must master it, otherwise he will not be happy in his heart. I'll really feel at ease

"Can..."

Tree Elf Misna said:

"If you want to know something, ask now."

At this time, Fang Ai, who was sitting next to him, took out a notebook.

After looking at the civet's painted face, he nodded, opened the notebook and picked up a pen to prepare a narrative.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen.

This kind of information collection and organization work Of course, it needs to be left to Fang Ai and Lieshava, who are human beings and can move easily.

But in the end, Fang Ai will be more suitable..........................

The troll Ye Sajia is currently gnawing on a wild boar.

After the head was twisted off, a lot of blood dripped down.

The strong smell of blood attracted more predators.

But after seeing the exaggerated guy who was the troll Ye Sajia, they all backed away and no longer cared about the fat girl's wild boar.

The wild boar was put on the fire and grilled on skewers.

The pig hair was directly burned and rolled up, and then turned into fly ash and fell down.

Smelling the scent of meat in the air, the giant goblin twitched its nose, but remained silent.

"Forget it, that guy has completely forgotten about our deal."

Grabbing the raw pig head that fell to the ground and was covered in blood, the troll Ye Sajya gnawed it directly and said:

"We must find a way to find Talulu, because there will be no good fruits to eat."

The giant goblin said:

"But this world is not small, so how should we look for him? If that guy really wants to avoid us, there is no need to look for him."

Touching the blood stains at the corner of his mouth, the troll Ye Sajia said:

"Isn't this simple? The upper limit of what the crack can carry is increasing. As long as more people come next time, we can just force it."

The giant goblin Moton looked ugly:

"Then we're screwed."

Troll Ye Sajia said:

"At most, if you receive some punishment and tell the truth earlier, the pain won't be fatal."

Shivering, the giant goblin suddenly said:

"I don’t want to go to my ancestral land and be sacrificed."

The eating troll Ye Sajia also stopped. The meat in her mouth was not so delicious. She hesitated:

"It shouldn't be such a big problem, right?"

The giant goblin Maodun looked ugly.

He must resolve the matter of Goblin Talulu before the upper limit of the crack can be increased.

He is unwilling to go to his ancestral land.

For the green-skin tribe ,.

The dead are sent to their ancestral land to rest in peace.

But the living tribesmen are sent to their ancestral land to endure endless torture.