Tia forest somewhere in the forest trails, the grass is lush, even very experienced hunters have difficulty in detecting the keen eyes in the treetops, that is a forest ranger.
This location is the outermost defense line of the forest, only a single roving sentry. At this time the sentry listened carefully to the movement hidden under the rustle of leaves. Not that he was too nervous, the war was over in a short time, and there were still fish in the woods. Yesterday there was a cave in the tree hiding two days of humans, red-eyed by hunger, panicked and broke into the settlement being restored, causing a riot.
The dead branch made a painful snapping sound, the sentry snapped back, short bow drawn to half full, sharp arrows ready to fire. The bowstring immediately slackened as the sentry saw the unicorn Garcia poking its head out. The Tia were not yet familiar enough to distinguish each unicorn, so the sentry did not recognize the young mother, who was well known in the Sunseeker's Song Theater, but that did not stop the elf from smiling sincerely.
"Good day, friend."
"Good day." Garcia replied, having mastered the basic Tyrian language.
Garcia took a few leisurely steps, the smooth lines of her form making the elf marvel. The female unicorn licked the berries from the bush and took a few bites before glancing back at the elf, seemingly minding being watched as she ate.
The sentry laughed twice and continued to swim his rounds. When he left, a man and a woman, two elves came out of hiding, it was Drusilla and Rameshlei.
The princess approached the unicorn and pressed her forehead against the bridge of her nose, "Garcia, thank you." The Ring of Coquetry allowed Drusillia to speak fluent Wood.
"You are welcome, I will see you to this point, further out into the land the White Mane King forbids us to tread. May the great jungle shelter you." Garcia turned to Rameshirai and said, "Male warrior, please protect the princess, and if you die heroically, I will name my child after you."
After listening to Drusillia's translation, the ranger captain cried and laughed. "Will do."
The two elves and Garcia said goodbye, and on the way Rameshirai explained, "From here further east, although there are still 50 sari from the border, the forest on this line is no longer under the control of the Green Capital. Over there is sparse forest terrain, human encroachment for decades trampled out many paths, forming a buffer zone for war between the two tribes. Travel must be careful, slave catchers may not be there, but there are traps everywhere, we must try to minimize attrition."
At the moment the two are fully armed, Drusillia with a short bow, several magical curiosities in the backpack, which also has three days of food and water, as well as rope and other supplies. Wearing the ring of clever words and the amulet of understanding language, a few scrolls stuffed in the holster at the waist.
Ramesilai brought a longbow, because it may have to snipe. On his back is the [True Face Arrow Pouch] bought from Flamir, with only five arrows in the slots, but when one is drawn, it will be automatically replenished from the subspace. Up to 100 arrows are stored. A very interesting ability is that the type of arrow you want is automatically replaced by silently reciting it when you draw it. When Ramesilai got this arrow pouch, his mouth kept crunching on infinite arrows or something. The waist and calf are loaded with +1 fine iron short sword and two daggers as a melee weapon.
Regardless of what grand reasons were compiled in advance, Druhiria was inwardly full of excitement and excitement about leaving the forest, not to mention the adventure of shouldering heroic responsibilities and saving her fellow citizens with the power of magic, which was even more exciting than her childhood fantasies.
The princess speculated that when she returned to the green capital as a savior, the priests would not look as if they had eaten a dead fly. Thinking about it, the princess smiled, feeling the sun so soft, flowers and plants so fragrant, even the moss on the fir tree in front of her is lovely, she turned the corner, can not wait to see the fir tree on the other side of the tree pattern.
The smile froze on her face as a human with his penis in his hand, standing by the roots of the tree and peeing, met the princess with all eyes.
Drusilla's head was blank, the human's mouth was slightly open, showing rotten yellow teeth, eyes wide open. The right hand holding the penis subconsciously relaxed, urine swooshing sound, flowing a pants.
The human took a sharp breath: "There ..."
Ramesile's flying dagger sticks in the throat, and the cry behind it turns into leaked air, spewing out along with the blood froth. The ranger stepped forward, his right palm pushed at the dagger hilt, half of the human's neck immediately cut, the fountain of blood emitted a muffled sound and spurted 2 two meters high with a thud.
"What's there? Beauty? Then dawdle not to pick the fruit, the fish head can be ..." a human strong man plucked branches and leaves came over, holding some berries in his arms.
Ramesh Lai too late to pull out the dagger, arm flung, full of blood splashed on the strong man's face, confused eyes. The ranger's legs exploded into a fierce stomp and flew over, one palm clasping the human's upper and lower jaws, the most important thing at this point was to keep him from shouting out.
The strong man swung his right fist and grazed Rameshirai's left shoulder. The Ranger tossed his foot, causing the human to fall on his head. Another punch came down, and Ramesilai simply came around behind him and twisted an arm. The human's mouth and right arm were restrained, but his left hand was not strong enough to fish behind him and choke Ramesilai's neck.
The two wrestlers twisted into a ball, neither could do anything to anyone. And Drusillia stared in horror, hands over her mouth.
"Arrow!" Rameshirai growled in a low voice, the veins on his head blazing.
Drusillia woke up as if from a dream, her hands were scrambling to open the bow and arrow, her mind was now full of corpses with half broken necks, and her eyes were red with blood.
Feathered arrows shivered and flew out, the first arrow hit the strong man's shoulder, the second arrow hit the ranger's arm. When Drusilla aimed for the third time, the human strong man and Rameshirai at the same time full of sweat.
I don't know if it was deliberate or accidental, but the third arrow flew out crookedly and hit the strong man right between the legs, nailing the bloody flesh through. The human's hiss was muffled in his throat, his eyes popped out and he fainted from the pain.
Ramesile coughs and breaks away, panting like a bull. He took three steps to the princess, who was still mechanically hitched to the fourth arrow. The ranger tapped the princess on the shoulder: "Well done Liya."
Ramesirai knew that the reason for eliminating the most recruits in real combat was not the enemy's poison and trickery, but the psychological quality. As a more emotional race, almost all elves have severe adverse reactions the first time they kill an intelligent being who is not more than they are, and one sixth of them are left with a lifelong shadow, afraid to touch a bow or leave the green capital. It would take centuries of rest and recuperation to recover.
He had a headache how to arrange the princess over this, did not expect the fate than the arrangement clever and direct.
Tears in the eyes, but still hard not to cry out. Drusilla said in a trembling voice: "Lend me your shoulder." Without waiting for a response, she leaned up and let out a faint sob.
Feeling the warm liquid dripping on his arm, Rameshirai heart beating wildly, more intense than the fight just now. How good it would be if it had been like this, the ranger sighed a word, crying and tired, just to bring her back to the green capital, free from the adventures of the blood exhaustion of the fortress.
The result is only ten seconds, Drusillia back two steps, wipe off the tears and said, "I'm better." Let the ranger secretly cry out in pity.
"Is the human still alive?" Drusillia still dare not look at the dead.
"Fainted from the pain, I'll just take care of the aftermath."
"No!" Druhilya rightly said, although the lips trembled, but the eyes firm. "Let me kill him, the back of the trip killing inevitable, I must not become a burden."
Rameshirai open mouth speechless, he was not so fast state adjustment.
The princess drew the enchanted short sword at the ranger's waist and walked over to the strong man, the tip of the sword aimed at the heart, the arm shaking uncontrollably.
"Breathe, Liya. Don't look at his face, focus on the sword and feel the touch of the blade." The Ranger instructed.
Drusillia gritted her teeth and stabbed down with both hands together, but the force was not enough to get stuck in the middle of the ribs. Seeing the strong man turn awake, the princess leaned forward and pressed her weight on the sword, and with a poof, the human immediately gagged.
"Good swordsmanship, and good use of the bow."
The princess didn't have time to fall into a deeper mental twitch before Rameshirai interrupted. "Are you being sarcastic, even a child can't shoot a 10 Sami target crooked."
"It's not a crooked shot, you hit his most nerve-rich organ and defeated the enemy without hurting his life. Tell me honestly, did that old maid Villette teach you that?"
Drusillia snapped, "Bah!"
Rameshirai cheerfully, he saw a quality, or talent, that the princess had never revealed before. "Congratulations Liya, you are qualified to take up the bow and arrow of the jungle and declare yourself a qualified ranger to your fellow countrymen."
"Didn't I used to be?"
"Not the same, before, in my eyes, you were Princess Druhylia, now you have earned my respect, Tia Ranger Druhylia."
"Thank you." Drusillia sincerely thanked. "By the way, this human I killed, when he came over just now, he mentioned fruits and fish heads, what do you mean, they are going to have a banquet in the forest?"
Rameshirai froze, before the battle was too swift, no time to consider this. The gloom climbed up to his face, and Rameshirai squeezed out a sentence from his teeth, "Only one slave catcher chief is honored as the fish head."
"Dogfish?" Druhiria was startled.
"Yes." The voice was as cold as the cold wind blowing from the polar glaciers.
"With the war over and the best period of aggression just past, we should figure out why that scumbag was so bold as to dare enter the forest for the third time in a short time." The princess pulled out two [Disguise Spell] scrolls from her back, "How about this, we disguise ourselves as these two humans and enter their party in disguise."
Rameshirai once again opened his mouth wide at Drusillia's whimsical idea.