The little girl's eyes are like dusty emeralds, hiding a deep and thrilling green, and the power of life spreads inside and out.
Her slender, slightly malnourished hands held Antitina on one side and Roman on the other. She was wearing a gray linen skirt, standing on the ground with bare feet on her white knees, biting her lip, and looking at him.
Brando was startled slightly.
In his eyes, the long green hair like a waterfall seemed to be a new-born vine, and the little dusty face was set off in the gloom, full of a weak and timid taste-but the little girl's eyes did not dodge, just a little Looked at him carefully.
"This is?"
With emerald-like eyes, apart from the forest elves in the whole world of Vaughan, only Senia with the purest blood will have them-the people of the tree; but the long green hair hanging down to the waist like a waterfall is like this. It was so dazzling that it almost made the young people think that it was a juvenile divine envoy.
In the sword of amber, he had only seen an NPC with such long green hair that was almost pure.
The god of the tree.
"Qian snatched it from the cavalry. Maybe it was taken from a nearby village." Antitina replied. She lowered her head and carefully trimmed the hair on the forehead of the little girl.
Brando raised his head: "She is a Senja, do you know?"
"What's that, Brando?" Little Roman took the little girl's hand, blinked and asked.
"Senia?" Antitina shrank her hand subconsciously, but she hesitated for a moment, and she still completed the action on her hand. The little girl was startled, raised her head and glanced at her with emerald green eyes. The noble daughter's eyes were a little complicated—
There are rumors about these "green people" in many areas. A widely circulated saying is that these Senjas carry the disease of the beast people, so most people are not willing to touch the "wild people" in the forest. , Let alone aristocracy.
In extreme areas, people even support the burning of these infidels to prevent the spread of veterinary diseases.
But Brando lowered his head and slowed down his tone-just like the Vaughan people habitually appease a child, then looked at the little girl and asked, "What is your name?"
For young people, the Senjas are no different from the Eruins and Cruzes. Although in the war against the Dark Dragon seven or eight centuries ago, the history of the Senjas entered a self-enclosure that lasted for hundreds of years by hiding in the vast forests of the south—their backwardness was impoverished by the civilized world. Take the blame and take it for yourself—but for Brando, this history is more like an abstract symbol described in the background.
The little girl looked at him and opened her mouth slightly.
"She doesn't speak Cruz," Antitina replied.
Brando was not surprised. He nodded and straightened up: "It's okay, I probably know where she came from. But I'm a bit strange." Antitina also nodded slightly to express that he understood his weirdness, since she knew it. After the little girl was a Senja, she also wanted to know why the noble cavalry was so kind and didn't put the little Senja girl to death.
Not to mention that it is a savage place like Tonigel, even in the hinterland of the kingdom, the execution of a Senian by the army also complies with most regulations.
Brando stood long and stood up and looked around.
"We sent her to Green Village."
"Green Village?"
"Yep."
"Where is that?"
"A village of Senia," Brando looked around, picked up a cavalry sword from the ground, squeezed it, and then put it back in its sheath: "It's just south of here, about half a day's journey—"
"Senya village, what are we going to do there?" The noble daughter frowned and whispered: "This little girl can find someone to send her home, Lord Lord, Senya..."
She wanted to say something, but saw Brando wave his hand at her.
"Lord Lord!" Antitina frowned and objected: "That's a Senja. If you let outsiders know that we have dealt with them, it won't do you good for you—"
"Sir, your reputation..."
The girl's brows frowned slightly, and it suddenly occurred to her that the little girl from the Senian tribe was still with her. Although she knew that the other party might not understand her, she still subconsciously stopped.
"No, Antitina," Brando interrupted her and replied, "But that is our destination."
"What?" Antitina was stunned.
The young man nodded, and to find Valhalla, he not only had to go to the Green Village, but also had to rely on the help of the Senja people. Master Martha sent the little girl to him, which can be said to be a great help. Although the Senjas are closed, they have a simple feeling shared by the mountain people towards their true friends.
The Druid in the forest can only be contacted through the Senian—
Druid, Brando thought to himself that it was another tribe that was almost hidden from the silver elves, or even earlier. As early as the prosperous years (350 years ago), their footprints have disappeared from the civilized world.
"Brando, what is a Senja?" Roman grasped the little girl's hand, seeing that his question had not been answered, he couldn't help but blink and ask again.
"It's a long story," Brando smiled slightly, raised her hand and scratched her nose-making the merchant girl wrinkle a pair of small eyebrows and back again. The young man finally replied: "But the elves have a name for them."
"At'zon—" Brando said, "Son of the Forest."
"Werewolf?" The merchant lady widened her eyes curiously: "I've heard of them!"
The young man lowered his head. He noticed that when he mentioned the Elvish word'At'zon', the little girl obviously reacted. She raised her head and looked at him with emerald-like eyes.
In the eyes, the green is so deep.
The Green Village mentioned in Brando's mouth is probably an unfamiliar place name for most of Eruin or topographical map editors. In the latest version of the administrative map of the Year of the Candle and Dagger ordered by Obergus VII, there are as many as 450 towns, villages, and manors on the land of the kingdom above, but none of them. It was named'Green Village'.
But young people just know this place.
This is a settlement of the Senians on the border.
In fact, in the Silver Year, which is about a decade later in history, their adventure group to the Kalanga Mountains departed from here. But the situation back then was different from now-
They rode through the cultivated land opened by the Senjas at the edge of the forest, and saw a strip of fields along the clearing cut in the forest. The faint sunlight passed through the black tall pine trees, and bunches of them fell on. These artificial crops.
It was as quiet as an empty dream.
Brando remembers that in his own memory, extending from here to the distance, there are patches of meadows full of meadows; except for the road under the horseshoe which stubbornly winds out of the forest, everything is artificial The trace has long been annihilated under the trace of time.
His eyes crossed the fields, and he could almost see the river beach behind. He remembered that it was a colony of creeping demons in their early thirties, and it took a lot of effort for a group of people to pass through the black forest.
However, the damage caused by the previous attack by the noble cavalry brought him back to reality. He first saw a broken fence. The horses passed through the fields, and the crops were knocked over and over, as if they were traces left by a group of wild boars crossing the border. .
"These nasty guys." A gray wolf mercenary whispered.
Mercenaries like them were mostly born in the mountains, and they were either hunters in the mountains or farmers altogether. In their opinion, the aristocratic nobles would certainly not understand that these crops are everything for those who depend on them for their livelihoods.
However, as if echoing his words, a group of people walked around the fence and saw a woman in a tattered linen blouse sitting on the ground, hiding her face and sobbing in front of a destroyed field.
And a man, who seemed to be her husband, was holding a rake, frowning at all this. When he saw a group of people coming out from behind the fence, he was slightly startled, his face changed and he immediately put the rake across his chest: "Yasha, run! They are back again!"
After speaking, he rushed up with a low growl.
It's a pity that he hadn't had time to make any further movements before he was swept away with the long handle of the halberd by Akane who was riding on the horse. The red-haired girl frowned. She didn't expect the other party to be so vulnerable. Only then did she realize that the other party might be just an ordinary farmer, so she turned over and got off the horse to help him up. But before she could do anything, she was caught off guard and felt that she was hugged—
The woman named Yasha hugged her from behind, crying and shaking her head: "Please don't kill him, Joel, run!"
The man obviously didn't have this plan. When he saw his wife hugging Akane, his eyes were red, and he let out a low growl and tried to fight it again.
The low roar is similar to a beast.
But he immediately felt a sharp spear against his throat. He looked down the spear and looked at the cold amber eyes of the red-haired girl, subconsciously stunned, and couldn't help but shiver.
The whole person's movements couldn't help but stagnate.
"Fool."
Qian said coldly.
"I can't help myself." She put down the halberd in her hand, and then flicked to the side—a bolt of lightning, and a tall black pine fell to the ground.
During the whole process, everyone on the horse watched the whole process motionlessly, as if watching. Even if they were mercenaries, they didn't necessarily have a good impression of the Senjas. Only Roman, blinking his eyes was always full of curiosity.
And the man seemed to just wake up, he didn't understand why Akane didn't kill himself, but his legs softened and he almost subconsciously wanted to sit back. But at this time, a small voice came from the crowd:
"Izz Jol!" (Elvish language: Uncle Jol!)
The man named Joel was startled and could hardly believe his ears. He turned his head and looked at the little girl with long emerald green hair like a waterfall in Roman's arms in disbelief. For a while, he almost thought he had an illusion.
The woman behind Qian couldn't help letting go of her hand at some point, and asked in a daze, "Funiya, you, why are you here? Didn't they treat you...?"
"Izz Jol, E sov oizz tam." (Elvish language: Uncle Jol, they saved me.)
The little girl replied word by word in a low voice, her voice so ethereal that it was a breeze running through the forest, making a wind chime make a sound.