Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 158
The next morning.

The sky suddenly began to snow, not the kind of eloquent, fluttering goose feather snowflakes, but small ice crystals falling quickly.

Brian frowned. He could feel the white mist gushing out of his nostrils and that of his mount, so he urged the horse to move forward.

Because he knows the world very well, he never worries about getting lost in the wild alone.

As he walked, he recalled the outline shape of the Goblin Wasteland in the Kingdom of West, his location, the density of the jungle he was trying to pass through, and the depth and width of the streams he might pass.

He calculated the distance and how long it would take to reach the next foothold for shelter from the snow.

At his current speed, he could reach Three Pines Town before night fell.

Thinking of this, he immediately recalled the festivals and parties that would be held in this small town when the cold wave came.

This made him can't help but recall the Moon Festival that Princess Corney spent with him in Silvermoon Town.

I have to admit that it was the happiest night he had ever spent in Asno Continent.

He can still vividly recall in his mind the voice and smile of Princess Corny in a light blue dress, her radiant demeanor, the firelight dancing on her beautiful face, and her shining face. Shining, long hair floating in the wind...

On a whim, Brian immediately put more force on his left leg and bumped into the body of the mount.

His light gray horse, summoned from the uncivilized natural plane "The Garden of Ten Thousand Beasts", galloped spiritually in the direction he directed.

The snow fell faster and faster, piercing his exposed skin like tiny steel needles.

Brian put on the hood of his cloak to slightly shield him from the attack of the ice crystals, but the horse shook his head in dissatisfaction, his skin twitching constantly, just like when he was infested by mosquitoes in summer.

It made him have to set up a magic barrier to block the wind and snow for himself and his mount.

The mount enjoying the protection of the magic barrier galloped south along the road in the wasteland.

I saw it stretching its neck forward, like Brian, enjoying the excitement and freedom every time it jumped off the ground.

With the galloping speed, the blurred outline of the pine forest gradually appeared in the line of sight of each person and horse.

Soon, Brian will be able to enter the warm tavern with the fire jumping in the fireplace and drink a glass of hot wine.

After drinking and eating, he lay leisurely on the bed and got a full rest, and continued to move towards the Bloodstone Double-Door Fortress the next day.

The horse can be driven away by his master, and return to the warm embrace of the Ten Thousand Animals Garden, galloping on the vast plain, enjoying the vitality of the grain and wildflowers in the wind.

After all, Wanshouyuan is a plane that embodies the wildness and beauty of nature, and it represents all animals in nature.

As the gray sky gradually darkened, Brian finally reached the small town with prominent pine trees.

In the wilderness filled with wind and snow, he drove non-stop for a day, which can be said to be physically and mentally exhausted.

This reminded him of a joke that adventurers told in the tavern: To become an adventurer who travels the continent, in addition to having great strength, you also need a pair of iron butts.

Every adventurer who has just entered this trip, including Brian, has a deep understanding.

Because when you've been riding in the saddle for three days and three nights, and run a hundred or two miles along the road, and if necessary, through the rough wilderness, you'll understand the benefits of iron butts.

Of course, you don't sit in the saddle all the time, and you have to dismount every now and then.After all, no matter how good a person's endurance is, the horse still has to rest.But by the time you've rested and climbed back into the saddle, your ass will be yelling: Help!dying!

Although facing the bitter wind and snow, Brian has the protection of a magic barrier.

But in order to maintain sufficient energy to deal with various emergencies in the wilderness, it is impossible for him to keep a spell continuously for a whole day.

This caused his face to be a little numb from the cold wind at this time, and his hands in thin leather gloves were not much better.

He let out a breath of white air, gripped the reins tightly with his slightly stiff hands, forced his fingers to bend, and together with the mount, rushed into the unimpeded Songjian town.

The goddess of luck favored him.

This pine town is very lively, and just like he thought, some kind of celebration is being held.

This is a meeting place that was temporarily transformed after the large warehouse for textiles and leather goods was emptied.

It was cold and windy outside the window, with snow and ice splashing, but inside it was brightly lit and lively.

A half-elf bard strummed his instrument deftly with his fingers, and cheerful music filled the room.

Several young halflings laughed and danced impromptuly, with flexible postures and funny movements that made people laugh.

Merchants and adventurers from all over the continent gathered here, and they were all grateful for being able to participate in such a lively party on a cold night.

The air was filled with the smell of roasting meat and freshly baked bread, and everyone was sitting at the table enjoying dinner, singing cheerful songs and drinking cheap ale.

Bryan thought that this lively atmosphere would last until the end of the party, but who would have thought that it was broken by a group of adventurers and druids from the Tree Shepherd Association.

The cause of the incident was a drunken adventurer bragging about his feat, showing off all the monsters he had hunted, including the rare smooth-faced lemur, desert possum, quokka, masked colorful frog...

His bragging happened to be overheard by a group of druids from the mainly human tree shepherd society.

Because the druids of the tree shepherd association have made great contributions to the follow-up natural recovery of the goblin wilderness after the black army of the Tasha people ravaged.Therefore, these druids who lived in seclusion near the town were also invited here.

They all wore clothes woven from leaves, and their hair grew very thick, like the roots of trees.

Their druid leader is a white-haired old man, wearing an oak head ring with towering antlers, a thick beard hanging down to his waist, a string of loose parasitic rings around his neck, holding a twisted, Gnarly oak staff.

Although he looked old, he was very healthy, with a rosy complexion, sharp eyes, and a tall and burly body. Standing in the crowd, he looked like a tall and straight oak tree, with a sense of oppression.

Looking at a group of adventurers, he scolded in a tone of disgust from the heart:

"It seems to me that you adventurers, who make murder your business, are savage, stupid, and repulsive. Our world needs balance, and murdering any creature in it threatens that balance, and disrupting it will lead to the extinction of species, and We all know that the extinction of species will lead to the destruction of the world."

Brian watched the farce with interest, but vaguely felt the suspicious eyes of the druid leader drifting towards him from time to time.

This made him realize that the other party might have sensed the god-like aura of his natural attributes.

However, he didn't care about it, and he didn't bother to pay attention to and respond to it. He was just honestly being a melon-eating crowd.

"Fuck you Druid theory! Fuck you destroying the balance!"

As the saying goes, the drunken adventurer disregarded the dissuasion of his companions, and shook off the hand that was forcibly pressed on his shoulders. He acted boldly, blushed, and expressed his opinion angrily:
"Perhaps you should really see the mothers whose children have been swallowed by manticores and harpies, and tell them that you should rejoice in the misfortune of your children, because it saves fallen humanity, They have made a great contribution to the balance of nature, then see what they say to you."

"So, if there are monsters who want to eat me, should I tell them that I like monsters, that I have been protecting them, and make sure that no damn adventurer will disturb their peace. In this way, if those monsters dare to eat me If I cut my belly open, if I eat it again, I will be too ungrateful." A half-elf bard quickly echoed.

"I repeat, the world needs balance. The balance of nature! Every species has its natural enemies, and natural enemies have other natural enemies. The same principle applies to human beings. You adventurers are dedicated to destroying human natural enemies, But instead it would endanger our already depraved race.

You don't obey the laws of nature, you destroy the balance everywhere, so what do you get?The stench of furnaces pollutes the air, slaughterhouses and tanneries pollute rivers and streams, forests are felled without thinking..."

The druid leader was unmoved, and slammed the oak staff towards the ground. He looked at all the adventurers and businessmen in the party coldly, and said righteously:
"Wake up and look around you, who hunt endangered animals for a living, and vainly adorn yourselves with trophies: cloaks of dire chinchilla fur, high boots of salamander fur, bipedal pterosaur leather armor , breast-enlarged whalebone lining....these are all endangered species, can't you wear pigskin and cowhide shoes, linen and wool clothes?"

After the Druid leader finished speaking, his keen eyes evaluated the adventurers' equipment and the merchant's mink coat one after another. He even stared at the Baroness's plump chest, making her so ashamed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. .

Even Brian, who turned into a melon-eating crowd, was shot while lying down. The endangered ceratopsian skin was used by the druid leader to satirize his scabbard, and the belt was made of the skin of the spectacled caiman that died out 20 years ago.

In fact, even he himself doesn't know what these production materials are, so it's really hard for the other party to be able to point them out.

"Fuck you endangered species!"

The drunken adventurer shouted again: "You druids who are as stupid as a piece of wood, you are saying that if I use raw flax as a belt, those species will come back from the dead..."

"You're stupid as a piece of wood, so you must be a druid..."

Immediately afterwards, the half-elf bard sang a ballad full of insults to the druids, which directly triggered a melee between the adventurers and the druids formed by the tree shepherd.

Naturally, Brian was not in the mood to watch this farce, so he hurriedly took advantage of the chaos and left.

The second day of travel was uneventful with clear and cloudless weather.

When Brian was camping at night, he encountered a pack of more than 50 wolves, but the leader of the wolves only glanced at him from a distance, then screamed, and led his men to turn around and disappear into the vast night.

On the evening of the third day, it started raining heavily mixed with ice particles.

On the way, he met a werewolf that was raging in the village. While gaining 200 experience, he delayed his trip.

It was almost midnight before Brian braved the heavy rain and rushed to his destination in another small town.

But he was very angry that he wasted so much time at the gate that he was almost hoarse, while the guards were shamefully asleep.

He secretly regretted why he had to pretend to be a decent person, wouldn't it be easier to use magic to climb over the city wall.

When the guards opened the city gate, they seemed extremely reluctant and cursed.

So when he left Golden Feather City in a hurry, Princess Korni gave him a pass that allowed him to travel unhindered throughout the Kingdom of West, and the guards took a closer look.

Then, he was delighted to hear that the commander of the town guard was awakened by the frightened guards, and the commander began to add rich details to the greetings of the guards' mothers, grandmothers and great-grandmothers over and over again.

On the fourth day, Brian was on the road early in the morning.

His journey to the Bloodstone Gates is a short cut, so it takes him through the Ashenvale Forest in Blackman's Edge.

Ashenvale Forest is the territory of the solitary wood elves, and it is also the only forest in the entire Asno Continent that has a population of wood elves.

Because the wood elves have the innate ability to communicate with wild animals, there are many wild animals protected by the wood elves rangers living nearby.

These wood elves, who are stronger than the elves, are also dubbed "barbarians among the elves" by their players. Their villages are composed of tree houses, all distributed in the depths of the Ashenvale forest.

From the moment he stepped into the forest of Ashenvale, Brian encountered many wild animals.

The wild animals here, from grizzly bears and tiger cubs to leopards, were not afraid of him at all.

On the contrary, he also likes to follow behind him, until he is about to step out of his territory, and then he reluctantly turns his head back.

Having once traveled through the Ashenvale forest, he knows very well that humans are the least welcome to the wild animals here. As long as they dare to step into this place, they will be directly enraged and attack the intruders frantically. There are also sharp arrows in the wood elf forest.

The lords near the Kingdom of West just turned a blind eye to this neutral forbidden land.

Because the former lord who tried to occupy the Ashenvale forest was sternly warned by the druids of the Tree Shepherd Association with summoned storms and lightning, he was so frightened that he fell off his horse.

Even two years ago, when Amastacia's black army invaded the Goblin Wasteland of the Kingdom of West, they avoided this forest far away.

Brian also heard from Yarman that the wood elves in the Ashenvale forest had taken in many humans who had fled here during the war, and the druids who formed an association with the tree shepherds.

After the war, all the homeless children were adopted by the druids of the Tree Shepherd Association, adding new blood to their association.

Back then, if Brian hadn't been guided by a wood elf relying on his elven blood status, he wouldn't have been able to get out of this forest.

As night fell, he found a clean place to camp and rest.

Passing through the Ashenvale Forest, you can directly reach the longest King's Avenue connecting Golden Feather City and the Bloodstone Double Gate Fortress.

It will probably arrive tomorrow evening.

"hiss!"

As soon as Brian set up his small cooking pot to prepare something to eat, the horses who were in charge of vigilance began to stir uneasily.

"Ugh..."

Immediately afterwards, there was a childish growl from the dense forest, but in Brian's view, this sound was more like a coquettish whimper.

As he cast his gaze towards the dense forest, two chubby little guys emerged from the bushes.

These are two juvenile Brain Tigers.

The two cubs didn't look shy at all. They stared at the horse next to them with amber eyes, then moved their cheerful short legs and wagged their tails, and leaned over.

Brian smiled and looked at the two tiger cubs rubbing against him.

This reminded him suddenly of a saber-toothed tiger cub he had rescued in the Dragon's Spine Mountains ten years ago.

If nothing else happened, the two-three-month-old cub would definitely die in the cold mountain range with no one to support him.

This made him feel a little sorry, but this is the law of survival of nature. As the royal family of Tigrila, whose family emblem is the saber-toothed tiger, they must not interfere with the life of the saber-toothed tiger.

At this moment, he seemed to sense something, and looked up into the depths of the dense forest.

Not twenty paces from him, behind an oak surrounded by juniper.

A wood elf holding a bow and arrow appeared silently, and beside her was a colorful tiger with a taut body.

She is tall and slender, with green pupils and light green skin, stripes are drawn on her face with walnut juice, and her clothes are colorful, made of brown and green leaves and bark, which is not only intact Her graceful lines also provide an effective camouflage.

"Glaeddyb vort!"

There was a whisper like a breeze, and the other party spoke the Sylvan language, which is best at communicating with natural allies.

There was no doubt that she was calling the two little ones back.

Followed by the tiger beside the Wood Elf growled reproachfully.

Brian nodded to the wood elf in the dense forest, and rubbed the tiger cub's little head.

The two little guys reluctantly followed the wood elf and the tiger, and disappeared into the forest together.

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(End of this chapter)