I have to move forward, she thought. step. Just take one more step forward, and taking one less step will increase the risk of being discovered. Step after step, weeds cover the obvious footprints, the wind blows away the smell, and the trees gradually become green, blocking the passing road. Eventually, the gray-brown town completely disappears into the rich green.
Parsul could no longer walk.
If she had entered the forest alone, she would have probably escaped most of the mountain. Traveling through Mortus had been a nightmare, but here she was at home. Nature opens its arms to welcome the wanderer who has not returned for a long time. The night wind was neither cold nor fierce, and the light of the stars could drive away fatigue. She stepped barefoot on the mud grass, and the earth transferred heat to her. A narrow garden cannot compare with the vastness of a forest. Parsul leaned against an ash tree, feeling like he had never lost his home. They, like Heather, had been abandoned by me.
She sat down and gathered twigs to feed the elk. Luna lowered her head and touched the branch with her nose without moving her mouth. There seemed to be a kind of affection in her big eyes. Parsur threw his arms around her neck. "Good girl." She buried her face in the down, "You saved me, my dear, lovely friend. I couldn't escape without you."
After escaping into the forest, Parsur no longer rode Luna. The elk that had followed her to Aurenia was strong, but when Parsur found her in the stables, Luna was weakened by the magic of the First Source. After seeing its owner, the elk cheered up a little. She was also sick, but she still carried us so far, Parsul thought sadly. If I only rely on myself, I might not even be able to get out of the city.
There is magic in the woods. Luna's steps became stronger as she walked, and she regained her energy. But Parsour had to choose to walk. She accidentally cut her ribs when she jumped out of the window. The ride was excruciating, but Parsul didn't dare to stop and treat the wound. There is no doubt that the assassins of Saint Valoran and the Knights of Silversong will follow soon. However, she was convinced that the empire would not send pursuers any time soon.
Because the envoy lost the captain of the guard. Bernard Sterling may or may not send a message to the Imperial City, depending on how important his experiment is. The "Twilight Veil" lost its manpower at the manor, and Persul could see that the First Origins would never seek peace like Saint Valoran. They would definitely come back to avenge their companions who died in the bloody experiment. Whatever they did, she didn't care at all.
"Welcome to Heather's country." Parsul grabbed the last section of the vine and tore it off. "My Lord Jailer."
Her strength is no problem in shooting a bow, but it is a bit unsatisfactory to deal with warriors wearing helmets. The blow was not serious. The knight had already woken up and was probably planning to kill her. Parsul is not worried, even if he still has the strength to kill, she will not just sit back and die. The gap between the mysterious creature and mortals is greater than the gap between her and the Silver Song Knight.
"You were kicked out, green elf." The knight spat out the blood from his mouth. Luna the Elk was freed and ran away from him. He pulled his helmet off so it wouldn't obscure his vision. This thing was knocked crooked. “Gifts don’t buy forgiveness.”
"Forest races never sacrifice flesh and blood."
"You should try it. Your wild god might be tempted to show mercy and save the rabbits in the forest."
"Then did your kind pray to the gods before their death?" Parsul looked at him quietly, "Whatever you say. I won't kill you, Joey. I know that the big goblins have their own beliefs, you guys Believe that the soul will be reborn after death, and call it reincarnation. But this is wrong. Death is the destination of all life, and you should be afraid of it."
"It depends. What are your plans?"
"Could you cooperate?"
Joey didn't answer. The meaning in his eyes was hard to decipher.
"No idea. I am a believer in God, and Heather wants me to respect other people's lives."
"Your Heather told you that Sterling would think I was coming for you, delaying pursuit."
Parsour couldn't deny it. If she escapes alone, she will face death threats from Joey and Saint Valoran. Even if she is lucky enough to be found by the Silver Song Knight, Joey will find ways to assassinate her. Parsul couldn't imagine the possibility of a complete escape... After giving up on killing Joey, her only option was to escape with him.
"Why let me go?" She stabbed the knight in the chest with a branch. The action pulled the wound and caused severe pain, but Parsur did not stop. He was in more pain anyway. "Afraid that my soul will come to settle accounts with you after reincarnation?"
She had given him many reasons to try to survive from his sword. But those reasons are too far-fetched. Joey has a way to find Delo, and it doesn't matter whether Parsur survives or not. He should have taken action before she could aid the wizard Sterling's experiments. Of course, I should have killed him. Parsour knew that his excuse didn't sound much better to Joey.
"I don't believe in any wild gods, green elves."
"Really? I heard you call the water fairy's name. She didn't tell you her name before. How did you know?"
Joey stared at her: "You think you know me very well?"
"Just part of it." Parsuer stood up. Talking is a good way to get information, and the person she communicates with the most these days is Joey. "I understand your origins and past, and what you want to do." From your tooth-aching words and hateful behavior. She moved the branch, "Like now, I know you have a few broken ribs." Hard. "Does it hurt?"
The knight picked up his helmet and threw it. Parsur ducked back, and the deformed helmet hit the tree trunk with a crack. It was unclear whether the crack was bone or wood. She didn't move any further and watched condescendingly as the knight tried to get up. His futile movements pleased Parsur.
"No matter what you say, Joey, I know you don't want to die. This is the instinct of all living things." Parsul flicked the leaf, picked it off and chewed it. A cool feeling came from the wound. "Of course, you have your reasons. You can keep it and tell it to your boots before you die. But if you want to pursue death, you won't bother getting rid of me. Sterling's experiments will interfere with your reincarnation Or has he ever had a grudge against you?" She didn't expect to answer, so she just started. The threat of the knight disappeared under the constraints of the curling vines, and Parsur gave him the sweetest smile. Although the Silver Song Knights defeated Cangzhisen, they were still the emperor's servants, not their masters. "I have something to say. You understand Elvish, right?"
"Say it to your bastard, bitch."
"Luna is my friend, my most loyal partner." Why are you angry? He was just a pathetic Imperial knight, ordered to invade and ordered to defend. Silversong Knight is no exception. After all, the royal guard is controlled by the nobles and is a platform for their children to gain glorious resumes. There is also such a team in Cangzhi Forest, everywhere. As for the lower class people who do not even have noble status, their good luck will end here. The emblem bearing the royal crest binds them to obedience until death. This is true for Rego, and Bogart is no exception. Joey seems better than them, but that's the price of choosing a faction.
Parsul lowered his head and met Joey's mocking eyes. They were less than one step away. I can also make you obey. She pressed her hand into his chest until it reached her wrists. More than pure pain, the feeling of having your internal organs grasped by fingers is frightening. "Tit for tat. What do you think?"
The knight's breathing became rapid. "It's much cooler outside." He raised his head, a sneer flashing across his face. "Your a** thinks so too, cow."
Parsur turned sideways and slapped him with his free hand.
If she were still the Blue Saint of Saint Valoran, the high priest would demand the death of such a bastard for his disrespectful words and blasphemies. Because the Saint is a servant of the God of the Forest, one of the few death penalty charges for Saint Valoran is to offend the divine power. But now she has no priests and no guards. Heather on top, she doesn’t even have the knife to execute. Parsul is an exiled prisoner. The dignity of the former master of the forest race has been ruined, and she is left with only instinctive shame.
"Are all the Silver Song Knights like you?"
"You've seen them. What's the difference?"
Parsur took hold of one of the ribs and put it back into place. She had never used magic like this before, and the feeling in her palms was very strange. "They are loyal to the Aurenia Empire, but you are not necessarily."
"Stupid woman. In this country, everyone is loyal to themselves."
"Well, maybe you're right. But you're still an exception, Joey. You don't belong there." The knight said nothing, watching her performance. "Oregna is not Saint Valoran. The emperor and nobles control the government, and there is no position for commoners. You want to share MacAdam's victory, but in the end it is in vain."
"Either he wins the crown," Joey replied, "or we both die."
What else could a power struggle be like? Of course, most of the court is now on McAdam's side, and he has a good chance of winning. This was not the case before, and Selegon also had the right to inherit, as well as the support of the Prime Minister. Parsul was not ignorant of the internal affairs of neighboring countries. She had hoped that the civil strife would delay the empire's invasion, but the high priest told her that the emperor's edict was only important, and the votes of the nobles were just a joke.
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