Waves of owl calls echoed in the treetops. It was already the morning of August 17th. After a long day, Griffith and Miss Elf were in the gloomy corrupted forest. Standing in front of them were the orcs and trolls they had just met.
The rotten stench ferments in the forest, and there is a swamp hidden under the thick fallen leaves. The smell comes from the unfortunate victims.
"I met them at the gathering of the mysterious and powerful Mr. Hermit," Griffith first introduced Galadia, and then made suggestions to the orcs, "Although our camps are hostile to each other, we will travel through corruption next. The forest will be accompanied by unpredictable risks, and even the enemy is better than the twisted mutant creatures. Brunav, as an officer of Bayeran, I propose a non-aggression agreement to you, with a time limit of 7 days."
Brunave nodded repeatedly: "The agreement is accepted. Mr. Death Knight is right. Those monsters corrupted by darkness have no mercy or reason. We can travel through this forest together."
Griffith turned to look at the elves and trolls, asking for their opinions.
"snort!"
"The troll and I are inseparable! (The immortal elves will never give up!)"
If Griffith and Brunave hadn't stopped them, Galadia and Miss Troll would have started fighting again.
"Evil and ignorant servant of the evil god! (Hypocritical and despicable slave owner butcher!)"
The two girls yelled at each other in unison.
Very good, very energetic. I was crying at first, but now I am in high spirits. Griffith looked at Galadia, even a little relieved.
However, it would not work if the quarrel continued like this. He reached out and grabbed the elf's hand and said calmly: "Listen to me. Now let's go through this forest first. We will discuss your disputes later. There is a temporary truce and no conflict. The Blood Warrior and I will supervise You, sanction those who disrupt peace."
Galadia immediately whispered and nodded obediently.
The priestess was still angry and seemed to hate the elves with all her heart, or she had suffered a lot from the fight just now. She looked at the would-be knight and the orc, and asked doubtfully: "Aren't you also enemies? Why are you so easy to talk to?"
"That's right," Griffith and Brunave nodded together.
"An expedient based on rational thinking. (A desperate move forced by the situation.)"
"Have you never killed each other's tribesmen?" Miss Priest continued to ask, not taking it too seriously.
"Yes, to kill an orc warrior, you need to stab him three times with a spear, stab him twice with a sword, and finally push him down." Griffith said, and he also gestured to stab the orc.
Brunave was not to be outdone: "I have achieved many victories. Human knights are cunning and tenacious guys. We must not be careless until we chop off their heads with a battle axe."
"All in all, he is a dangerous enemy. (An shameless bastard who cannot be underestimated.)"
"Cruel and cunning clan barbarians! (The despicable and despicable Byerland gang!)"
The more the two of them talked, the angrier they became. Thinking of the comrades who had sacrificed their lives under each other's tomahawks and iron hoofs, their anger became unstoppable. Galadia and Miss Troll were both stunned, watching the two men in front of them jump up.
"Kill all the human dogs!"
"Slaughter all the orc pigs!"
The word "orc pig" made Brunave furious. He raised his hand and punched Griffith. The would-be knight did not give in and gave him a kick to the knee, knocking him to the ground.
The two people who had just concluded a non-aggression treaty started fighting in the forest until Miss Priest returned to the shadows and used a fear spell to scare them away and separate them. Brunave screamed and jumped into a spider nest, and Griffith fell into a mud puddle nearby.
Galadia jumped up and grabbed Miss Troll Priest by her hair and knocked her to the ground.
After about a quarter of an hour, four guys of different races sat back again. Everyone's face and body were covered in bruises or scratches. The priestess had a strand of her beautiful silver hair torn off, and she hugged her legs and cried.
"What's going on... our brains don't seem to work well, we won't fight if we don't fight," Griffith shouted, covering half of his swollen face, "The dark atmosphere here must be damaging our sanity. "
"That's what I was thinking about," Brunave nodded and said, "A warrior's promise is heavier than a rock. I'm not an orc who broke the covenant. My hands and feet just moved on their own."
Griffith stood up and said to the troll: "We will start an honorable battle after we pass through the forest and escape safely. Miss Priest, as the guardian knight of Galadia, I want to fight you one-on-one!"
Galadia, whose eyes were beaten like a black and white bear, hugged his arm happily. The troll priest immediately stopped crying, snapped his fingers, and happily agreed.
"You're right, oh," Brunave agreed very much, and said while resetting the crooked finger, "The corrupted forest is very dangerous, and I only dared to walk close to the edge along the way. Staying here will damage us. If you have reason, act as soon as possible.”
"In short, we have a truce now! Everyone makes a promise of non-aggression on the basis of honor," Griffith shouted, "Who is in favor? Who is against!"
"We will smash the head of anyone who opposes him!" Brunov echoed in a loud voice.
…
This huge dark forest is like a belt between Canaan and the orc territory, long from east to west and shorter from north to south. If you take a circuitous route along the south side of the forest near the river, you are likely to be discovered and sniped by the elf shooters on the border. Taking a few armor-piercing arrows while moving slowly along a rugged river bank is no joke.
According to Brunave's suggestion, the four of them first passed through the forest from south to north, and then Griffith and Galadia headed towards Arran through the orc territory. In times without war, there was some trade in fur, wood, and minerals between orcs, humans, and elves.
They walked from sunrise to sunset. The darkness and shadows are still endless.
Although the group of people are all powerful Beyonders, trekking in such a forest is also very tiring.
Annoying whispers haunted them. Strange sounds came from the darkness from time to time. The aura of mutated creatures appeared and disappeared in the darkness. It was only because of the strength of the four that they did not attack.
They walked for a whole day and a half and found almost no food. Later, the priestess was the first to be unable to walk, dragging her steps and staggering at the back.
There wasn't much food on everyone's body, and everyone's appetite was high. By dinner time, there was nothing to eat. In a forest full of corruption and madness, the shapes and colors of animals and plants are completely different from those outside. They all look dangerous and make people afraid to eat them casually.
"Let's take a break," Griffith said. "Brunaf and I will go find some food. We can't go on like this."
Upon hearing this, the priestess immediately collapsed on the grass. She rubbed her ankles, her stomach growling.
"As a troll, you are really not decent." Galadia touched a small pocket on her waist, shook her head and looked at her, "Don't you call yourself the Children of the Forest?"
"Indeed, I am not belittling you, Miss Priest," Brunave also said, "but sometimes you look like a weak human being."
Miss Troll sighed: "Maybe it's because I have half human blood."
"..." The humans, elves and orcs present were all stunned.
Miss Troll said slowly in a calm tone: "My mother is a priest of the Shadow God. She shelters refugees and orphans from the war.
“One day, a group of human knights broke into the temple where she was, slaughtered all the refugees, and then took turns violating her.
"She survived by luck, but she became pregnant with me, a hybrid with impure blood. I was supposed to be sacrificed as a dirty sacrifice, but the God of Shadows thought that I was of some use and made me a His priests.”
The atmosphere at the scene was so cold that water could turn into ice.
"I'm sorry," Griffith said with a heavy face. "I apologize to you for the atrocities committed by my people. I will not tolerate such atrocities."
"I don't care," Miss Priest waved her hand, "Those knights were also killed by our people and paid the price. The winner gets wealth, territory and slaves. This is a matter of course."
"Yes, although I also feel extremely angry, that's what war is all about. Killing and blood will bring corruption. Not all creatures can become noble warriors like us orcs," Brunave also said Interjected, "Miss Ranger must not blame the knight."
Galadia sat next to Miss Priest, took out a small piece of cocoa biscuit from her pocket and handed it to her: "This is for you to eat, it's the last piece. I'll rest here with you for a while, and let them look for it first. food."
"I don't know anything about magic!" the troll said stubbornly, "You are not so generous, there must be a conspiracy."
"Give it to me if you don't want it! (Give it to me if you don't want it!)" Griffith and the orcs shouted together.
The troll priest looked at them in surprise, then looked at the small shortbread: "Is it such a delicious thing?"
She sniffed the little thing carefully, twisted it, broke the two shortbread pieces apart, looked at the black cocoa sauce sandwiched in the middle, and took a gentle lick.
"ah!"
At that moment, Griffith thought that the bright morning light rose in the dark forest. The priestess took a bite of the shortbread and chewed it with a smile on her face.
"It's really, really delicious! I never thought that elves can make such food." She was very beautiful to begin with, and when she smiled, she was as delicate as the flowers in the valley.
Galadia hummed repeatedly: "I didn't expect it~"
Griffith felt even hungrier when he saw the troll quickly finishing up the Cocoa Krispies without leaving any of them behind. He patted Brunave and reminded him to set off in search of food.
The orc looked at Miss Troll with wide eyes as if he was petrified.
"Warrior, hurry up, we have to search as soon as possible from dusk to late at night." Griffith reminded.
But the orc didn't notice it at all. His eyes shone brightly, and his powerful mouth muttered:
"I have to find a way to marry this girl."
