Elven Reaper

The compass in the young man's hand is about the size of an ordinary dish plate, silver, with dense markings on it, as if it were cast, carved, and polished from a single piece of silver. It is very exquisite.

The compass pointer is black and has intricate markings engraved on it.

Just now when the young man walked out of the tent, a light did light up next to the black pointer of the compass.

The young man opened his mouth, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

His figure also stopped in place due to shock, and even retained the posture of taking a step forward.

"Haha, stop making trouble Ron. I think you are crazy about elves." Beside the campfire, a middle-aged man with brown hair said.

He looked to be in his forties, wearing tan leather armor, his skin was a bit rough, and he had five or six layers of forehead wrinkles on his head.

The few remaining men around the campfire joked:

"Haha, little Ron, don't think about it anymore. If you go crazy, your father will fight us hard when you go back."

"Hey, little Ron, why don't you think more about women, that way you can feel good in your sleep."

"But that might make it harder the next day because your crotch is sticky, and there's no place to wash your underwear in this damn forest."

Several middle-aged men laughed.

Young Ron scratched his head and couldn't help but think, I saw it wrong.

Well, maybe I was thinking about it day and night and was hallucinating. The young man smiled sheepishly, scratched his head and walked over.

Several middle-aged men made room for Ron to squeeze in the middle.

Ron sat down, still looking at the compass.

The middle-aged man who spoke first casually patted Ron's thin shoulder and said: "Hey, Ron, boy, who do you think is better between the red-eyed Laura from Green Persimmon Street and the big-assed Martha from Acacia Bar?" Feel better when you wake up.”

The so-called red-eyed Laura and big-assed Martha are naturally prostitutes, and the middle-aged man asked this question, obviously making fun of Ron.

The young man Ron almost lost his breath due to his casual slap, and he had the illusion that several bones were broken.

Uncle Ike, don't you know that you are a seventh-level swordsman? Now you will slap me to death again. Ron cursed.

Hearing what Ike said again, Ron's green face instantly turned red, and he was about to explain that he had never been there at all.

But the middle-aged man Ike waved his hand again and said: "Hey, don't pretend. I heard you talking in your sleep at night. What did you say about Laura? Use your mouth. Martha, sit on my face. Don't deny it. .”

The other middle-aged men looked at Ron with interest, with expressions on their faces that seemed to say, "Little Ron, you are dishonest."

Ron looked at the serious expressions of the middle-aged men and wondered whether he had really said such things in his sleep.

But he obviously wouldn't admit it. He just blushed and said in a mosquito voice: "I really haven't been there, Uncle Ike."

Several middle-aged men laughed heartily.

They have been entering the S'er Forest for several months. Walking all the way from the outskirts, they have seen nothing but trees all day long.

The whole day's life consists of killing monsters, setting up camp, breaking camp, rushing, killing monsters, and setting up camp again.

This kind of life is really boring, and the only fun may be teasing the young Ron.

The other two young people sitting under the tree, reading with a lamp, also smiled and shook their heads.

Obviously, everyone is bored in the same way.

Suddenly, a young man walked out of the middle tent. "A bunch of losers, what are they making a noise about? I just fell asleep and you woke me up."

The expressions of Ike, several middle-aged men, Ron, and the two young men reading with lamps changed, and they stood up quickly.

This young man was sleepy and pale, with large mercury-colored bags under his eyes. He looked like he had kidney deficiency.

All the people present lined up and knelt down to the young man.

Seventh-level swordsman Ik said: "I'm sorry, Your Highness Grum, please forgive us for our recklessness."

The young man Grum was floating at his feet, looked around, and then said impatiently: "Trash, I couldn't find the Elf Forest, and you brought me to this damn forest. A bunch of trash."

The people who knelt down couldn't help but curse: "Teme, you were the one who said you would come here to look for traces of the elves, and now you blame us for bringing you in."

But they didn't dare to say that, they just smiled bitterly.

Grum seemed to have no intention of letting the people kneeling on the ground get up. He kicked away a pile of rotten and wet leaves with a gloomy expression.

The pile of fallen leaves was kicked away by him, leaving Ike and others with a look on their faces, but no one dared to say no and still knelt down respectfully.

Through the corner of his eye, Ron saw that His Highness Groom's tent was covered with a gorgeous golden silk quilt, and there were two young maids with hot and sexy figures inside the quilt.

The young and beautiful body of the maid is looming.

"Granier" Grum shouted as he seemed to get more and more angry.

A figure fell from the sky, a man who looked less than forty years old.

The man had long blond hair and an ordinary face, but he had a fierce temperament in his movements.

When he jumped to the ground, a strand of the man's bangs was blown away, covering one eye.

He casually shook his head and tossed the bangs aside, his voice cold: "I'm here, Your Highness."

Seeing this man named Granier, Groom seemed to have a hint of satisfaction.

Grum looked up and down, left and right, and saw towering trees everywhere, and the middle of the tree trunks was still dark.

From time to time, there are monsters in the dark forest, either with sharp or low roars.

This is already the absolute center of the Sil Forest. Most of the monsters here are at level seven, eight, or even level nine.

This is the adventure team organized by Prince Groom. Ordinary adventure teams or mercenary groups simply don't have the strength to go deep here.

Groom seemed to have made some kind of decision.

"Granier, I order you to escort me back." Grum said, "I've had enough of this damn Sear Forest. I want to go back to my prince's palace."

Granier lowered his head and said in a calm voice: "Okay, Your Highness."

After saying that, he turned around and said to Ike and others: "Pack your things and set off back."

After making this decision, Groom seemed to be in a much better mood.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking about his splendid prince's palace, his beautiful group of lovers, and the plates of delicious snacks made by the palace chef.

When I get back, I want to taste the honey fish that the Province of Guadoval pays tribute to. Damn it, when I was in Poker City before, I felt that the honey fish was too boring. Why do I miss the honey fish so much in this dark forest? What about the taste?

Thinking of this, Prince Grum was even more anxious to return home.

"Hurry up, pack your things, I want to go back." He waved his hand and said: "Now, immediately, immediately. Come on, idiot"

Although Ike and the others heard His Royal Highness Prince Groom yelling and scolding, they were extremely happy in their hearts.

This second generation ancestor had done something wrong after all, and their life in the forest was miserable.

Not only do you have to do the hard work of setting up camp every day, but you also have to take turns keeping vigil, and you have to fight against powerful monsters when you encounter them.

Not only that, they also had to endure the unwarranted scolding from His Highness Grum.