I stared at this ungrateful monkey-ear guy and said angrily: "Move quickly, take out your valuable things, and automatically take off your clothes, or I will give you an order, hey hey, you don't think I this cheetah is raised for viewing use?"
In this way, we finished the last piece of business before leaving, and officially set out towards the sea of trees in Youli. In order to enter the country and follow the customs, I began to consider whether I should change a false name, after all, the good and bad things could not be predicted, and perhaps there would be some bad luck. If I made a fool of myself again and became famous in the world as I had been exposed in the Imperial Palace, then I really did not need to mix.
Moreover, the name of John Farrell is now quite popular in the world, for two successive campaigns, and Istar and Solancia have made enemies, many men have lost their husbands and sons because of me, and many people have been sold into foreign countries as slaves with their whole families. To put it bluntly, one day when I am walking on the road, I may suddenly stab a passer-by with a dagger and kill him. Under such circumstances, it is too dangerous to enter Yousi under my real name. For these reasons, I have decided to change my name to a fake one.
Among the Nanman orcs, there is one school of naming such a grammar as me and Phinex, but there is also another school of naming names based on colors, which are associated with other natural events, such as silver moon, emerald feather, purple river... And so on. If you want to change your name, it's best to start from this side.
After some thought, I decided to choose a more powerful name, hoping to revive the momentum in Nanman. The blue eagle is a kind of bird of prey here, living in the high mountains, feeding on poisonous snakes and poisons. It is the size of a calf with sharp claws and moves like the wind. When it is injured by its claws, it will petrify and take a lot of time to cure.
"Decided, to accommodate the local custom, let's call it the blue eagle!"
When I ask Jess not to call me by my real name when she's in Youli, the girl, who has never been very clear about the state of things, just asks me curiously.
"Yo, Master, should I change my real name, too? Will that make it easier to get to you?"
Stupid woman, you are already using a false name, if you don't believe me, you can use the name of Jessie, walk around Youli, don't let the orcs eat alive, that is a ghost.
"Well... Just put on your mask, there are plenty of orcs out there, and plenty of men with bigger breasts than you, and as long as you keep your face out of sight, no one will try to molest you, and as for the name... Jessie the Fool would be fine."
Jess, of course, pestered me, but thanks to a dull fellow with nerves thicker than a hose, there was a little peace of mind in such a harsh environment without boredom.
As far as the eye could see, there was no end of primeval forest, lush and shaded, mossy trunks, and ancient vines twisting up to the treetops. Like these hundreds of years, even thousands of years of old trees, each of them dozens of feet high, the spread of numerous branches and dense leaves, turned into a dark green umbrella, the whole sea of trees covered.
Like this environment, the sun is not easy to transmit to the ground, even when we walk in the forest, look up and look up, we only see the sun is thick branches and dense leaves cut fragmented, after several difficult transmission on the ground, into a small gold point.
In some places where the trees are more dense, due to the lack of sunlight and the extremely heavy humidity in the forest, there are layers of cloudy fog, blocking in front of us, often looking at a white haze, nothing can be seen. It may sound very good, but when you walk in the fog, you can't see the scene clearly, and you bump into a tree trunk and have a splitting headache, you know it's bad.
The feeling of walking in the jungle is not as good as the usual outing. The temperature in the forest is very low, walking often shiver, want to find a warm thing to hold. Every now and then, there was a strong damp smell that made you feel colder and colder, and you really regretted that you had not gone into such a desolate place, hiding in your cozy bed with Jess asleep.
What I heard in my ears had nothing to do with the sound. In such a dark environment, I occasionally heard a shrill, hurried bird song, like the cry of an owl in the night, which made my hair stand on end, as if something magical was about to run out of the darkness.
There will be no cleaning in the woods, the fallen leaves drift on the ground, accumulated into a thick pile and then decay, feet on the ground, are some of the soft slushy wet mud, plus those moss, just started not used to when, really often stumble and fall. There are some small animals in the forest, squirrels, rabbits and so on, will suddenly run from the feet, and suddenly disappear. That's all well and good, but when snakes, scorpions, centipedes, and other poisons do the same thing, and the mist brushes off my feet, I'm glad I'm wearing boots, which are really thick enough.
Physical strength was also a problem. Although I was a soldier, the boys of the nobility didn't have much marching experience, and my strength was not very good because of my magic training and too much sex, so I had to stop and rest when I was trekking through the forest without a mount. By the third day, I had blisters on the soles of my feet. I couldn't take it anymore, and seeing Jessie running and jumping and walking and playing with the dragons and leopards was really infuriating.
"Decided, Jess, go find some vines and make me a back chair. You'll carry me the rest of the way."
"Huh? Master, but... I've already taken care of all the luggage. It would be a bit heavy to carry you on my back."
"Luo, anyway, you are strong and fast. I did you a good job by not asking you to lie down and ride."
As usual, Jess was quickly defeated and we built a simple upholstered chair, which she carried on my back for the rest of the ride, greatly reducing the trek.
There was also a bit of trouble sleeping at night. It's a wet, cold night in the forest. I sleep with a blanket over me and a fire in front of me, but I can't help but shiver. I envy Jess, who doesn't even need a blanket. She just lies on top of the leopard, resting on its soft, warm fur and sleeping so sweet.
(It's so unfair that a goddess like Jessie must be so privileged. How can she adapt so well to her environment? Can you eat anything, sleep in any environment, and act like a sow? Is it so convenient to be orcish?)
The more I thought about it, the more I complained to Jess. Bleary-eyed, she turned her head to reflect and offered to trade places with me, generously offering me the warm bed.
"Blankets for you and leopards for me? Come on, I can't afford such an expensive quilt."
By the time they had been on the road together for a few days, the leopard and Jessie had already become so close that they seemed to be from the same litter. But there was still a lot of hostility towards the others, especially towards me, who would stare at me ferociously, as if he would swish at me if he got the chance, and slit my throat. If he used it as a cover like Jess did, he would never make it to morning.
Still, speaking of the leopard, it was very strange indeed. Clearly just a female animal, but it is so condescended, whether walking or lying on its stomach, are holding their heads high, a very proud look, when seeing me, not angry to look at, or directly turned away, ignore.
Hum, the ancient god beast is very great? If you offend me, one day you will tear it apart. In particular, he's been the reason why I haven't been able to get another chance to make out with Jess lately, which is fine for oral sex in the morning, but when I try to get Jess into bed and the bitch struggles, the animal growls and jumps out in front of her to stop me, and on one occasion even throws me to the ground, which is a real thrill.
"Jess, it's time you got your pet under control. If you let him get away with anything like that again, put him on a chain and stop him running around like that."
As for my request, Jess refused with a straight face, "No way, Purple didn't do anything wrong, it was all Master's fault, she wanted to... She wants to play with other people's butts, that's why Purple is like this."
In order to make it easier to call the jade dragon leopard, Jessie gave it a strange name such as "violet" and nicknamed it Little purple. And Jess, who seems to be brave enough to do everything I say because of her company, sticks out her tongue and makes funny faces at me when she rejects my advances.
(It pisses me off! B: Mother fucker, it pisses me off! Remember, sooner or later, you two animals together...)
I've been trying to get Jessie's anus, and then I'm forced to stop, and I'm clenching my teeth and vowing revenge, but, in the present state of things, I don't really dare to kill that leopard.
Although with its wings folded, this leopard looks just like an ordinary panther, its nose and senses are really sensitive. When walking in the forest, it can detect many poisonous insects and poisonous fog early and then lead us out of the way. Within the sea of rainforest trees, there was a crisis step by step. Jess and I, two inexperienced novices, wanted to cross. If it were not for the cover of this leopard, we would have been unconscious several times in the miasma and buried in the mouth of the big and small poisons in the forest.
The further you go, the number of orcs will gradually decrease, and the number of pure orcs will increase. These beasts with their heads and bodies, and their mouths, look really ugly, which makes me very sorry, but their hatred of humans is troubling to me. Some pure Orcs even hate the orcs who are mixed with human blood. For this reason alone, they could just come and beat me up for no apparent reason, and then hang me from a tree until I was completely disfigured, and then go on a rampage against Jess in front of me.