courier in movie world

Chapter 505 Alfheim

The thin net tied to Mo Sen's body looks slender, but it is actually made of an unknown material, which is extremely tough. Even Mo Sen had to use a little force to break free.

When he stood up, the two elf warriors walking in front of him hadn't reacted yet, until one of them felt that the weight in his hands was too light, and when he turned around, he found Mo Sen who was following behind him.

"How did you break free?"

The elf warrior exclaimed. Hearing his voice, several figures suddenly jumped out of the surrounding bushes and surrounded Mo Sen.

Some warriors carried prey on their backs, and some picked a lot of wild fruits. They obviously just returned from hunting.

"Human, let me ask you something!"

The bowstring was pulled, and many soldiers aimed their bows and arrows at Mo Sen.

"You just said that someone from the surrounding tribes captured a human. Where is he?"

Mo Sen looked around, and finally set his eyes on the soldier who spoke just now.

"Why should I tell you?"

The soldier's handsome face showed a hint of arrogance, he raised his head, and the feathers on his head trembled violently.

Mo Sen glanced at him, but didn't speak. His body suddenly retreated and he stepped on the ground.

Bang!
The ground in the forest was covered with all kinds of fallen leaves, which were extremely soft, but when Mo Sen stepped out, the soft ground trembled like water waves.

The soldiers who were closer were shaking uncontrollably, and fell to the ground unsteadily.

"Everyone be careful!"

tom! !

Mo Sen's right arm flew out, and the pitch-black arm soared rapidly, brushing past a soldier's ear, piercing through an ancient tree not far behind him.

The momentum continued unabated, and it pierced several big trees surrounded by several people one after another. The sawdust flew away for a while, and the sound of thumping thumping was endless!
"This guy is not human, what kind of monster is he?"

"cut!"

The edge of the arm, which was originally like a thorn, became thinner and extended into a sharp giant blade. Mo Sen's body rotated, and the strength of the whole body was concentrated on the arm, and he slashed upwards.

Click!

The big tree he had just pierced through was split into two sections from bottom to top, and the old tree toppled over, splashing a large amount of soil and broken leaves.

The soaring arm recovered and returned to its original appearance again. Except for the burst sleeves, Mo Sen seemed to be no different from an ordinary person.

collapse!
There was a soft sound, and the feathered arrow tremblingly pierced into the soil under Mo Sen's feet. Mo Sen followed the sound and saw that the soldier who had just released the arrow had a pale face and waved his arms in panic.

"I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't intend to attack you, I was just careless... Please believe me, I really have no malicious intentions!"

Mo Sen ignored the panicked warrior, turned around and whispered to the elf wearing a feather ornament, "If I wanted to, that blow just now could kill all of you."

"Now I just need you to answer a few questions, any questions?"

The elf warrior swallowed, nodded stiffly, and then shook his head quickly.

"We're talking as we walk."

Mo Sen took a few steps forward and walked side by side with the elf. Seeing his actions, the elves surrounding him heaved a sigh of relief. Mo Sen could even hear someone behind him threatening fiercely. The one just shot a shot by mistake. Elven warrior with arrows.

"Damn, are you trying to kill us all?"

"This guy is definitely not human, maybe a god from Asgard?"

"I remember that during the last Elven Ceremony, a guy with a hammer came to Asgard. He could summon thunder and lightning. It's really scary..."

Ignoring the discussions behind him, Mo Sen carefully questioned the elf warrior in front of him.

The handsome elf named Lestra turned out to be the child of the chief of a nearby tribe.The recent period of time coincided with the forest festival within the elves. Young warriors from various tribes needed to capture prey, and then display their prey together at the sacrificial ceremony to win the praise of the gods.

And Mosen was picked up by Lestra in the wild. Although he may not be strong, Mosen's human identity is enough to give Lestra a lot of points, allowing him to get a relatively high score in this celebration. grades.

"Dear God, I didn't do anything to you, I just wanted to help the tribe achieve a good result, and I didn't intend to hurt you at first."

After chatting for a while, Lester restrained the pride on her face. The strong can easily gain respect anywhere.

"Tell what you know about the captured human."

"Actually, I don't know much." Lestra helped the feather crown that was a little messed up by the branches.

"There is no major war in Alfheim. Although there are some conflicts among the various tribes, most of them are under the jurisdiction of the Elf King."

"The territory here is vast. To be honest, the distance between each tribe is also very long. If it didn't coincide with the forest festival, the news might not have been delivered so quickly."

"I heard that in order to capture that human being, Golden almost exhausted all the strength of the entire clan, but even so, they paid a very high price to cut off the man's metal arm."

"This was already four or five days ago. They tied up the man and put them on a high tower in the tribe to show the strength of their tribe to other traveling merchants and elves who came to do business."

"Oh, right."

Lestras almost thought of something.

"Girden's father is the most powerful tribal leader in the vicinity. This time, the forest sacrifice will be held in their tribe. The Elf King will personally come to participate."

Clenching his fists tightly, Mo Sen took a deep breath, restraining the tyranny in his heart.

"That Golden, where is their tribe?" Mo Sen asked in a deep voice.

"It's just to the east..." Lestra felt that there was a volcano standing beside her, and the raging energy seemed to erupt at any time.

"take me!"

"But the festival of the forest hasn't started yet..."

"Um?"

"Okay, let's go now!" Lestra nodded hurriedly.

"Let's go then!"

Mo Sen stretched out his hand to catch Lestra's collar, stretched the other arm and ejected it to the top branch, and the whole person flew up under the extension and contraction of the arm.

"Woo la la..."

Lestra opened his mouth, but was forced into a mouthful of wind, and let out a cry of unknown meaning. Mawson flew with all his strength, and the bushes could not affect his speed.

Mo Sen didn't stop until he reached a mountain top, "Look, how far is it from the tribe you mentioned."

"vomit……!"

Lestra opened his mouth and vomited in a daze. His legs were stretched out, his eyes were full of stars, and there was vomit hanging from the corner of his mouth, looking hopeless.

Even the feather crown that has been cherished so much has long since been thrown away.

Mawson forcibly lifted Lester up, "Where are we now?"

Lestra opened her eyes, before he could speak, she vomited, bent over again and vomited violently.

"Is it because all elves look like this, or is this one I met especially special?" Mo Sen muttered a little irritably.

(End of this chapter)