The ruins immersed in the darkness showed a special blue-gray color under the light emitted by the gemstone, which is the unique color of basalt. Among the many ethnic groups in Warnd, only the Miner people like to use this special igneous rock to build majestic buildings. The ruins stand quietly in the woods. The guard knights pass through the forested basalt pillars and drag the huge pine bear corpse with the ribs through the rope. Located in the middle of the camp in the middle of the ruins.
A pile of corpses piled up like hills.
The team met these uninvited guests half an hour ago. The pine bears belonged to a category of terrifying beasts, which the Cruzes called violent animals. They are creatures between monsters and animals. Unlike monsters, the magic power escapes after death and only crystals remain, so they become Brando's best food reserves.
The luck was pretty good. After entering the Evernight Forest, there were basically no living animals, except for the occasionally lost animals. There are no huge carnivorous beasts in Allathir Forest. This group of pine bears should have come from the northern part of Lantoniland. They strayed into the forest and were eroded by the dark magic. They went crazy and attacked Brando and his group.
Brando knew that pine bears are actually very mild carnivores, usually they only hunt large herbivores. For example, the herd of deer on the northern shore of Lake Crystal, or a kind of cloven-hoofed herbivore with a scientific name of a hippo-sized animal called the slave cow. But it rarely hits humans.
The peeled pine bear fur was rolled up and thrown aside. Peia took the initiative to take on this job. For the hunter girl, this is a familiar job. Peia used a skinning knife to make a cut through the spine, and then turned it over. The hunter's skinning knife was passed down from generation to generation. It spread out on both sides, but it took only ten minutes to peel off a complete bear skin.
Brando looked back for a while, and he held a transparent crystal like bright yellow amber in his hand. This was the magic crystal left by the Dusk Dog. It is larger in size than the black wolf, and contains more magical power inside, but Brando is not satisfied at all on his face. He stares at the messy nest of several sharp white rocks not far in front of him. .
This should be the den of the Dusk Dog, but now only the ruins after being destroyed are left.
Someone got on the board first, I don't know if it was from Anlek or Cruz. In the distance, Nimessi walked over Freya with one foot deep and one foot shallowly on the scattered stones. The female knight approached him and shook her head: "No valuable clues were found, they are not here. We camped, destroyed this lair and left. There were traces of fighting nearby, but it was not large... Maybe there is a possibility that the Dusk Dog was wiped out by the other party before it had time to react."
"The Twilight Dog is very alert—"
"... But, it looks like they came from another direction?"
"It's very likely. I couldn't have noticed any clues before. These people should not be on the same path as us." Nimesis thought for a while and said.
"I trust your judgment. But do you think it is Anlek or Cruz?"
Brando’s “I believe your judgment” made Nimésis’s head slightly raised her head and gave him a somewhat unexpected look: “It’s probably Anlek. The Cruze should enter the forest from Valendenburg. Will not deviate from this direction. But other possibilities are not ruled out, Mr. Earl, will there be adventurers in this forest?"
"Occasionally there will be some."
Nimesis raised her head and looked at the direction of the forest, thoughtfully. Freya asked in a low voice, "Brando, do you want to move on?"
"No, Anlek is only one week ahead of us in Allathir Forest. He will not be more familiar with this forest than we are. If they didn't follow us, then we would have recovered almost a day. "Brando actually didn't want to meet Anlek too soon, because Anlek shouldn't know that they are behind now, so it's okay to let the other party meet and break the blood.
What's more, Nimesis' previous words reminded him that if there are no signs of a large-scale battle in the forest, he suspects that the leader of the twilight dog might still swim in the forest.
"Camp," he said, "The vastness of the Black Forest is difficult for ordinary people to understand. Let everyone have a good rest, this time I am afraid it will not be a day or two."
Freya glanced at him and nodded obediently.
Dinner is a sumptuous pine bear feast, and the chefs who make the shot are Shire and Peya. According to Charles himself, he was a gourmet during his lifetime and traveled to many areas just to learn and record the local food culture; and Peia has all the qualities that children from poor families should have, hardworking, tenacity, and dexterity. , Handling prey is also handy.
Bear meat soup, roasted bear meat and warm campfires brought a touch of warmth to this quiet and cold night. Brando asked Hippamilla to set up a barrier that cuts off sound and smell, so as not to attract more in the forest. Monster.
Charles called it a "dinner in the forest". It is said that Mgrin, the king of the fairies of the Alantakinoz Peninsula, often entertains guests in the forest. It is the night fairies who light up various magics in the forest. The lamps are like an open-air palace, and the feast in the forest is named after it. The metaphor of the young wizard attendant has been approved by everyone. Although they can't drink freely, everyone still praises the "rich" food.
The dinner in the forest came to an end after about eight or nine o'clock, and the ruins quickly died down. The knights from the Royal Knights are Eruin's most outstanding soldiers, and naturally they cannot be as undisciplined as ordinary private soldiers of the nobility. Only the red flames, the dancing shadows and the night knights remained in the camp.
Brando especially likes the campfire in the dark.
The bright firelight seems to be able to dispel the darkness and cold in people's hearts. Whenever he sits by the campfire and watches the beating flames outline the outline of the ground, he can't help but think of the days in the game. Compared with the dullness of ordinary adventurers, players always have no taboos. Sisters sometimes propose to hold some small activities. These episodes are always accompanied by laughter and laughter. Brando can't help thinking of several interesting experiences every time. A knowing smile appeared on his face.
Medissa placed her hand on the front page of a red-covered book, and looked at her lord quietly. Sometimes she could often see the look of memories on Brando's face. But she never asked more, she could only secretly think in her heart that it must be quite a warm memory.
Medissa also has some warm memories. Since the soul returned to this world, she has often remembered everything in the past. But memory is a painful process for the undead. She thinks of her sister, mother, father, and soul as if they have been stripped. The magic of darkness always tempts her to think about the problem that she has been unwilling to face.
There seemed to be a voice whispering in her ear in the darkness: Why would you be the one who sacrificed? You should have better memories, do you still remember what happened after the war of the saints? No, you can't remember, because you have never remembered since then.
You were born in war and died in war. You have never experienced peaceful days in your life. How can you understand the happiness of mortals
But the little silver elf princess just silently buried these negative emotions in her heart, and then raised her head to face her future with a smile. She looked at Brando, her eyes gleaming, both yearning and admiration. As if from this Lord Lord, she could find her own ordinary.
Brando seemed to have finally noticed the gaze of the little elf princess, and he was slightly startled. Then I saw the book Medissa was holding, which was a folklore and geography of Cruz and Jingwan. Since reintegrating into human society, Medissa has always shown interest in today's human society, but Brando knows that she is actually learning how to integrate into other people.
She always considers issues from the perspective of others first.
"Is there anything I don't understand?" Brando asked softly. A thousand years ago and even now, silver elves thought very differently from humans. Sometimes Medissa couldn't understand some human words, so she had to ask him for advice.
"Um-"
Medissa suddenly felt that her lord was a little cute, and she gave a nasal hum. "I don't quite understand why people in Jingwan would send lilies to their sweetheart on the day of the Midsummer Festival. Does this have any symbolic significance?"
Brando was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect this to be the problem. Although Medissa is a princess and an important general of the silver elves, she still has a girlish side. He thought for a while and replied: According to legend, midsummer represents fierce unrestrainedness, just like love blooming. Since the long dark age, people have believed that midsummer festival is a festival of trade winds. Seafarers believe that trade winds represent the transmission of thoughts, and I think it may have something to do with it. Contact me."
"The elves are different from this." Metisa replied in a low voice. "The elves think this is a mutual waiting, which cannot be penetrated even if time stretches. It is like the distant singing in the dark forest, lingering carefully. In the hearts of people."
"That's because human life is so short that it is impossible to understand the meaning of the word time. For mortals, a short period of time bursts with hot brilliance, even if it is a fleeting sparkle, but it is enough to attract respect. The elves understand the meaning of waiting because of their long lives, but mortals are also awkwardly going back and forth in the cycle of history. Time goes in parallel in two ways. It looks like summer insects can't talk about it, but how can you understand the beauty of the short in the long run? "
"Yes?"
Metissa closed the book, and she tilted her head: "Lord Lord, can I rely on you?"
Brando hesitated, seeing Medissa's quiet expression, he finally nodded. The tone of the little silver elf princess was like a feather, so soft that she couldn't refuse. What's more, she never asked too much, and she seemed to give people the best impression.
Then he felt a soft body touching himself. Medissa smiled knowingly, as if remembering the time she was next to her mother.
"At that time, my mother would tell me the stories of heroes, and my greatest wish was to be like them."
"Um?"
"But I just want to be an ordinary person now. Thank you, Lord Lord."
Metissa said in an inaudible voice.