Of course, this formal attire must include at least a decent hat.

No papalal is complete without a hat.

They have big pointed ears, cute round faces with a little baby fat, smiling eyes and almost invisible little noses; and the tall ones among them are only less than half the height of the square plovers, and they have to stand on tiptoes to reach them.

The waist is the height of an ordinary person, but the Papalar people don't like others to laugh at their shortness - it is said that this is one of the reasons why they like to wear long top hats.

They are gentle children who do not like war or adventure. They are also afraid of the cold, very afraid of the cold, and very afraid of the cold. Fang Plover did not expect to see a Papalar in this place - it is said that they never

Appears anywhere where it snows in winter.

But when he took a closer look, he realized that it was the Chosen One.

the reason is simple.

The other party didn't even have a decent hat, and even wore a pair of goggles on his light silver hair. For the Papalar people, this was not only unseemly, but also deviant.

The opponent's chubby little hands held a heavy crossbow that was almost as tall as him, and he dragged it to the top of a rock with difficulty. Facing the beetle's pressing step by step, he kept shaking the handle, pulling out the bowstring, and squinting. He aimed with one eye and fired his bow left and right - but he didn't feel any killing intent at all, instead he looked innocent.

Fang Yu really couldn't understand why someone would choose Papalar as a fighting profession and what kind of mentality they had - the hands of this race are so short that they can't even touch the top of their heads, and they are only fat and short. of four fingers.

But that guy obviously had his own ideas.

He kept retreating and shooting, and his little leather boots finally stepped on the edge of the giant rock.

"Jump." Fang Plover reminded the other party in his heart. Because there was another huge rock not far behind the Papalar man, he could jump on it and continue shooting.

But the guy actually stepped on the air, flipped backwards, let go of his hand, separated from his heavy crossbow and fell down, and a ball passed by.

He fell solidly from the two-meter-high rock, fell to his feet, and passed out at that time - of course, a two-meter-high rock may not be a big deal to ordinary people, but to Papalar It might be a bit too high for humans.

"Parker!" Fang Plover heard the female elf hunter make an anxious cry.

Turns out this guy's name is Parker, Fang Yu thought. He was about to command his walkers to rush forward to rescue people, but Miss Tata suddenly flew up and reached out to grab him, grabbing his hair and pulling him back.

"Walker, come in ah ah ah -"

Fang Plover turned sideways in that direction in pain, causing the walker to rush forward and bump into a tree stump.

"Tata, Miss Tata?"

Fang Plover raised his head and was about to ask what happened, but he tilted his head and happened to see the other side of the battlefield, where a few white feathers were swaying - there were actually several people hiding underneath.

When Fang Plover saw it, he couldn't help but feel jealous.

Jeflett Redcoats——

It's really a good enemy who meets on a narrow road.
Chapter completed!