The blue sea and sky, the breeze and the fragrance of flowers and trees.
Marching in this world dominated by green and colorful pendants, George felt extremely relaxed.
Unlike the scorching sun in the desert that does not conceal its power, the dappled sunlight that passes through the gaps in the towering trees will not cause substantial harm to George, and the rich water content associated with the location of the forest also makes the sky above The clouds drifted with the wind, diluting the stimulation of the sun for the second time.
Living in the magic city on the upper plane, with the roar of cars and countless electromagnetic signals, George had to learn to dull his nerves and block his keen auditory nerves and extraordinary perception ability in exchange for A restful sleep. Here, the melodious chirping of birds, the sweet air, and the colorful scenery along the road all relaxed George's nerves.
However, George is not really stupid enough to think that he is on a spring outing. The venomous snakes in the tree holes, the giant spiders on the tree branches, or the occasional lone wild beast that sprang out all reminded him of what a world this is where the jungle is strong.
The beauty of the forest is often accompanied by dangers and traps. On the first day of his trip, George continued to learn the wisdom of the beasts in this world:
A lumberyard that has been in disrepair may be occupied by a group of wild creatures as their breeding nest; and a crystal pool that emits purple-red light often has several giant beasts sleeping in the center of the pool, because the crystal pool produces Crystals can make giant beasts more powerful. And these have been encountered more than once on this patrol road with Lova.
"Uh-huh!"
Blood spurted out from the enemy's back like a fountain, splattering on the elf armor that George had just acquired!
From the sprinting state of the blood mist, he returned to his human form. George's spur stabbed into the brown bear's heart from behind, and then he forcibly stopped his forward pace.
On the front of the brown bear, the eyes, pharynx, nose, throat, and physiological organs, all the vital parts that are visible to the naked eye and not blocked by the fur, are filled with dense bows and arrows from the elf hunters.
Seeing the last brown bear in this group fall to the ground, George's heart also felt a sadness of the death of a rabbit and a fox.
This is already the third battle today after negotiating with neutral creatures to no avail. The spurs that were brand new in the morning are now stained with dried blood.
Unconsciously, the originally blue sky began to turn red.
"Brownie, please let the goblins explore in all directions. We have to camp here." Lova's voice was full of exhaustion and bitterness.
It had been a very tiring day for the fledgling girl. Regardless of the fact that she had tried so many failed negotiations with the charm necklace on her body, in order to recover the mineral deposits that should belong to the elves, Lova had to make up her mind to issue an attack order and kill those who were just to defend her lair. Wildlife.
In addition to having to deal with the enemy ruthlessly, commanding this expanded team to fight is another conceptual challenge for Lova.
Unlike before, she only had to command the battle of a single type of elf hunter. Now, while maintaining her personal force output, Lova needs to maximize the white tiger's rapid attack, the wolf pack's siege and bite, and the goblin's group harassment. , and the elf hunter's long-range strike.
As the only strong person in this team besides her, George, even though he has superior personal strength, in this kind of frontal battle between troops, he is just a powerful infantryman.
"Lova, you commanded well today, don't frown, everyone is waiting for you to give orders."
George squatted down and patted Lova on the shoulder. Next to Lova's knees, there was a dying gray wolf lying. In the previous battle, the blind brown bear was bitten off by the gray wolf. However, the brown bear's huge claws unfortunately scratched the lower abdomen of the gray wolf, and the sharp claws drew a huge gash. The wound, hot blood was pouring out from the wound, dyeing the land red. Although after the battle, Lova had blocked the wound with herbs as quickly as possible, the gray wolf's breathing continued to weaken and his heartbeat became slower and slower.
"There is no such thing as undead in war!"
