"Come with us?" York muttered. "Can you also give me some directions?"
The elf priest glared at him coldly: "Then we must let go of Weibi and Tekeli first." She seemed to be ready to start a war at any time, "Or do you want to kidnap them?"
"We all know, madam, if we let them go, we won't have to talk. Judging from the situation, this will not be good for you." Uriel said.
"Yes, there are three of us." The orange-faced man added.
"There is only one 'human'." The elf priest said, "You and that drow are both traitors who surrendered to humans. Before the Holly Agreement, the Aurenia Empire also massacred demi-humans and orcs, and they drove the centaurs and drow off the surface. , took away the Wall of Night and renamed it Blackwood County, and burned the Molten Iron City to the ground. The Glittering Pool was only spared because it was far away from Knox. History was forgotten by future generations. To this day, you are still here To be able to stand openly with the enemy."
It seems like she will say this no matter what the situation is. Uriel was unmoved: "Don't try to delay time, madam. Let's discuss the matter. The safety of your companions depends on your hands."
The elf priest gritted his teeth angrily. But if it were Uriel, he would not choose to go to war. Targeting the poet and the female doctor is the best way. Maybe she will try to rescue the green elf in the cave... But Dalton is still hiding in the shadows. Even if she has means beyond her profession, she would not dare to use it with a dark element. Than assassination speed. Either way, she couldn't get a quick fix.
"Where are you going?" Finally, she compromised.
"Triangle Swamp."
"You said you were leaving the forest!"
"Yes, but the Autumn Leaves Walkway is temporarily impassable." Uriel dismissed her idea of using the riverbank terrain to recapture her companions. "The direction must be changed. I also know which way is Silverstone Valley. Madam, please don't think of taking the wrong way. ”
"You don't need to lead the way at all." The elf priest said softly, "Even I don't know that there is a secret passage between the rocks that leads directly to the Autumn Leaves Walkway. You are from the south, right? Are you from Bures?"
"No, further south."
The south of Brestatik still belongs to humans, which obviously does not improve opinion. "You can't go to the Triangular Swamp." The elf priest said, "Let's find another way. A monster escaped to the swamp and made a lot of noise. Now the monsters in the swamp are crawling everywhere."
"What monster?" the apprentice asked knowingly.
"It's a turtle. If you insist, we have nothing to talk about. Weibi and Tekeli will die there, and I will never agree to it."
She's lying, Uriel thought, but not all of it. The elf priest's determination to prevent them from going to the Triangle Swamp was so determined that it even cost the lives of two of his fellow green elves. He knew that there were no monsters in the Triangle Swamp. Could there be other reasons? "We are going to Moniantoros, ma'am, do you have any better suggestions?"
"Across the autumn foliage walk. If you can handle the woodland."
Uriel stared at her: "No, let's move forward along the autumn leaves walkway. The river is not an obstacle. Dalton? Could you please take Wei Bi and Te Keli - are they these two? - with you. superior."
York approached him quietly: "I don't want to carry two green elves on my back! Can I drag them?"
Who cares? "Then you will deal with her?"
"I'm going to find Saudi Ayper. But don't get your hopes up. I'm going to beg Klea to carry him away as soon as I see him."
As long as he can get rid of those damn wooden lumps, I think he can still go on for a day and a night. It is a pity that the poet cherishes the instrument so much that he is not even willing to give it to Mr. Ring. Uriel turned his head: "Madam, to show your sincerity, you can take her away. Her name is Wei Bi, right?"
The elf priest glanced at him warily, but did not refuse. Of course she couldn't refuse. The shadow slowly engulfed the female green elf before tossing her to the magic doll.
The elf priest quickly awakened his kind with a drop of truffle, hiding the latter behind him. During this period, no one took the opportunity to make a sneak attack, and no one escaped quietly. She turned and stared at her apprentice: "What are you planning, human?" She was obviously surprised by Wibby's safe return.
"This friendly act proves that we are not here for the Blue Forest and the forest races in it. My destination is Monian Toros."
"I hope you're telling the truth, human." Her expression softened.
"Of course it is. Gaia is named for virtue. I am Uriel, from Eastman. This is York and Dalton. And Miss Cleia, she is a physician."
"I love Farafah, stop calling me ma'am."
"Saudi Aiper." Seeing that the atmosphere calmed down, the bard was no longer afraid. He waved with dignity and showed off the lyre in his pocket: "I am a poet, a singer, and a Heather believer. Despite this, I never thought of walking with a beautiful elf lady. How lucky I am! Gonna write a new song about this.”
Listening to his words, York's face wrinkled, and he said to Uriel: "You didn't miss him on purpose, right?"
"Maybe. Okay, let's leave quickly. Please carry that guy on your back."
"I don't want to carry you anymore!"
The natural elves are not familiar with the Cangzhi Forest, which is known as the ear of every tree in the forest. Of course, this is an exaggeration. Aifarafa jumped on the branches. If the trees really had ears, they would probably be deafened by her footsteps. Uriel knew in his heart that she was leaving traces for her people so that pursuers could come, but he did not stop her. There are traces all over the place. The "earth ringing fortress" destroyed the ground and hills, and the crisscrossing cracks spread all the way to the north. To find them, relying on Sparrow Wine's kindred might not be enough, Berti's care is the most crucial.
They walked for ten minutes before they were free of cracks in the ground and fallen trees. The air is getting moister and the river is not far away. "We're at the river," Dalton said. "Can any of you jump twenty yards?"
"You're definitely not talking about the long jump, right?" York grumbled and threw the green elf to the ground. Aifarafa glared at him hard, and Sita returned a mocking grimace.
"He adds a flower crown to the top of the snow." Saudi praised loudly, "...the waves are the shining hairbands of beauty."
Twenty yards of headband, Uriel thought. Cleia patted his shoulder and signaled the apprentice to put herself down. While walking through a clump of thorn trees, she sprained her ankle in a sinkhole, and Uriel had to carry her across the autumn leaf walkway. Fortunately, the other party is a doctor himself, and he is almost healed now. Another paperclip mercenary, Saudi Aiper is quite unexpected. The bard kept talking all the way, but he still had the strength to express his feelings about the scenery.
Wei Bi followed Aifarafa, her eyes rolling on the strings. Perhaps this is why the poet is so energetic. But there was no admiration in her eyes, only predatory and hostility. Uriel decides not to remind Saud that what’s the harm in respecting other people’s fantasies? "Thanks for the guidance, Ai Falafa, our agreement is about to end."
The elf priest touched the ends of his hair. "Are you going to take Tekeli across the river?"
"We won't do this if you promise to sit on the sidelines."
"Do you believe my promise?"
"Forest races are different from humans. Maybe your guarantee is worth trusting." Uriel knew not to mention the Holly Agreement at this time, although they both knew it. He drew out his sharp sword—not a rune sword, nor an iron sword. The white frost condensed into a crystal-clear blade, and the coldness forced the nature elves to retreat.
The road of frost stretches in front of you, and the runes of the ring flicker. Under the pressure of mystery, the water fairies fled one after another. The elf priest blinked in surprise. She might also recognize the White Envoy's magic, the apprentice thought. After his lucky escape from the Holy City, he would not be surprised to meet any strange acquaintances.
York shook Tykely awake and pinned him to the ground again as he fought back in anger. "Stop it, man," Sita said in Elvish. "Is this how you treat your stretcher?"
"You slept too long, brother." The poet explained cheerfully, "We are not going to war now." Unfortunately, the other party did not understand. The same goes for Vibi. Maybe the person Saudi Arabia communicates with is Aifarafa.
The elf priest helped the green elves up and slowly retreated to a snow tree. She frowned and glanced at the Ring Sauron from time to time. "I remember you were a cleric, Uriel." Aifarafa finally spoke.
"This is how my professional magic manifests itself."
"Performance that can easily be misunderstood," she warned.
Uriel knew what she meant. To be honest, the Nameless One would not take the initiative to go to the tower to die. "Spiritual Vision" was influenced by Ain, and he didn't know if there was a similar excuse among natural elves. How did she hide her demonic powers? "Thanks for the reminder, love Farafah, I hope your god will protect you." He also responded cryptically.
Miss Clover stood quietly, with sharp lines between dark green and frosty white, and the purple flower clusters on her ears were brighter than amber. Her eyes were full of hesitation, as if she was considering whether to say goodbye. Wei Bi was still staring at the poet's piano, and Tekeli was ashamed. They were indeed well protected by Heather, and human bad habits did not affect them at all. Saudi was right, they were rare traveling companions. I really don’t know what Dalton and York will think after they realize that their fellow travelers are demons. He felt it was best that he didn't know.
"What riddle are you guessing?" Dalton's voice came from his shadow.
"Riddle? This is a blessing among pagans." Uriel teased. He turned around and let the ice sword turn into water vapor and disappear into the air. The drow grabbed the apprentice by the shoulders and led him into the darkness. The trees on the opposite bank of the river are sparse and the fields abandoned by farmers are now secondary forests. The cold wind of the Frost Moon whistled across the dry branches of the fir trees. This place may be called a dense forest, but compared to the Ao no Mori opposite, it seems languid. Do these woods also have ears? he wanted to know.
"Moniantuos is to the east," said the rubber man. "You will definitely find it."
"Okay, let's pay."
"Wait a minute," it said slowly, "can you give me that pot of coffee?"
Uriel thought it would ask for wine. He turned to look at York, and Sita shook her head violently. "What do you want coffee for?"
"Entertaining friends. What, you want to default on the bill?"
"That's not true." But Uriel had no intention of asking York to give up his drink. "Do you know the coffee bean? I bet you've seen it."
…
They left St. Valoran, but something still followed. Uriel soon fell into a deep sleep, caused by excessive consumption of magic power. Then the bard unfortunately broke the blisters on the soles of his feet and refused to take another step on his own. It's not fair that I have to worry about this stuff, Dalton thought. Fortunately, he could still adapt. When DeWitt first arrived at Knight's Bay, the Guards were still a bunch of drunken drunkards. He had to replace them with brothers brought from the royal capital, and he didn't even bother to look for the ones placed among them by the royal party. nightingale. No matter how bad it gets, it won't be the same as that time.
"I don't like carriages," York said bluntly, "and so does Uriel. He particularly likes horses."
"Can you tie him to the saddle?"
"How long will he sleep for?" York complained. "Sauron, is it possible that whoever is sent by your Croyta will be mentally unstable?"
"Perhaps you are right," Ring said irrelevantly, "My master is not replying yet."
"Uril's anomaly began in the holy city of Zangwill." Dalton pointed out, "His condition has a cause. It is more like the sequelae left by those messy potions."
"We shouldn't have gone to the Holy City."
"Look on the bright side, man." The poet grabbed his shoulder, "At least you met us, and Aldinite."
"Yeah, I won't say that I can't use you. Can you play some cheerful music? This one is too slow and monotonous."
"I am narrating the epic - Saint Valoran and the Aurenia Empire! The glorious war of the ancestors! The Silversong Paladins and the Holly Agreement they brokered are really a group of people favored by the gods... Why was I not born in that era? ?I’ve never dreamed of it.”
"Really?" Dalton forced himself to smile, "I neither want to be born at that time, nor do I want to dream."
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