Trembling surrounded by elves [Western Fantasy]

Persimmon pulled up Bo Yi and left the flower demon behind, "Let's go."

Elena knelt down with a plop, risked her life and shouted, "I am willing to give my life for Lord Helt!"

Persimmon turned around and saw a hint of vague pride flashing in the woman's eyes, as if he thought that this would leave Persimmon speechless.

Unexpectedly, Persimmon shook his head in disappointment, "To talk about such a useless thing, you might as well say that you know how to warm the bed."

"You..." Elena was so angry that she couldn't speak. She looked at the boy again and said solemnly, "I'm serious!"

"So... can it be done now?" Persimmon asked again.

"What?" Elena didn't quite understand.

Persimmon stared at Elena with a pair of deep black eyes, "You are too much of an eyesore. Master Helt wants to kill you right now, is that okay?"

Elena found it a bit ridiculous that she, an elf, would be threatened by a lowly goblin. When she looked at the little master of the leopard clan as if asking for help, she found that what the goblin said seemed to be the truth...

Facing his various overtures, Boyi Helt not only showed no emotion in his eyes, but also no emotion at all.

He looked at himself with eyes as cold as ice, as if he were looking at a stumbling block... he wished he could kick him aside right now.

Elena's face turned pale with fright and she sat on the ground.

Until the three people and one tiger gradually walked away, they could not break away from the death-like eyes.

"It's a pity that you don't like it...it looks pretty good." Persimmon said cheerfully.

"Blind." Boyi threw out one word.

"Sigh - now I have to worry about choosing my daughter-in-law. It's so annoying."

In terms of mouth damage, Boyi was far inferior to Shizi. He could only use a pair of small hands to pull Shizi's cheeks to shut her up.

……

Persimmon felt something was different.

Now she can feel more than just her surroundings. When she looks into other people's eyes, she can already capture every subtle expression, and use this to determine the truth and falsehood, and gauge people's hearts.

Because of this, she couldn't ignore the grievance hidden behind the shock and anger in Bo Yi's eyes. She understood that this child had been deeply dependent on her without even knowing it.

She could also see the unwillingness and ambition behind the tender and charming look of the flower demon.

Persimmon felt that this might be related to the perception she had "cultivated". Even if she has never met someone before, she can tell what they are thinking with just one glance.

But just having the power to see through people's hearts is not enough to survive here.

This is a world that advocates strength and kills at will. In this vast continent, who would care if a despicable goblin died? Even if you enter a besieged city, it will be the same.

In the siege, the weak can only be protected if they pledge allegiance to the elves.

The current siege city is divided between six elven tribes, namely the Leopard Tribe, the Eagle Tribe, the Rat Tribe, the Bird Tribe, the Tree Tribe and the Centaur Tribe. Next, the weaker tribes may form alliances, submit, or hide from the world. For example, the wolf tribe surrendered to the leopard tribe.

The Eagle Clan was originally a branch of the Bird Clan and took away all the ferocious birds. The other flying ferocious beasts all submitted to the Eagle Clan.

The Bird Clan experienced the betrayal of the Eagle Clan, and its strength was greatly weakened. Cavotis, the leader of the Bird Tribe, defected to the Holy City with his remaining strength, and lived side by side with the Flower Tribe living there, and the two tribes merged into one.

As for the centaurs and horses, they are a tribe that has risen rapidly in the past hundred years and is also the tribe with the lowest status among them.

"Why do the centaurs have the lowest status?"

Dempster, one of the old border guards, patiently told them, "The centaurs fled here from the Kingdom of Abaddon in the deepest part of the forest hundreds of years ago. Under the leadership of Dayton, they After a narrow escape, I passed the Demonic Ridge and entered the siege."

Persimmon carefully engraved every piece of information in his words into his mind.

"Abaddon?" This was the second time Persimmon heard this name. From the tone of the city defender, it seemed that it would be extremely difficult for the centaurs and horses to enter the besieged city, "Can't the people there enter the city?"

"It's not that it's impossible, it's just that it's too difficult." He shook his head, "There are endless numbers of monsters in the woods at Demonic Ridge. Do you know why?"

Persimmon and Sylvain shook their heads together.

"Because those who couldn't get out stayed in there. They entered the illusion, gave birth to inner demons, and turned into monsters. Together with the Demonic Ridge, they formed a natural barrier to the siege of the city."

The old man sighed, "However, the biggest obstacle to entering the siege is not those monsters."

"What is that?" Sylvain asked curiously.

The old man continued to speak unhurriedly, "Those dirty things are possessed by demons, they are bloodthirsty, and regard spiritual power as everything. They greedily absorb spiritual energy, and the energy of life is exhausted. The weak goblins let go You can enter the city in one go. The most terrifying thing in the woods is a phantom monster."

The little tiger was a little unusually excited, running around in circles quickly. Persimmon picked up the little tiger and held him in his arms, comforting him.

Dempster glanced at the little tiger and continued, "At the end of the forest, there lives a humanoid phantom. It can see the memories of those who enter the forest, thereby creating illusions and luring the fairies and elves who come and go. Once you enter the place he has arranged, In the illusion, people who are not mentally determined will gradually be driven by the desires in their hearts and stay in the Demonic Ridge forever until they are killed."

It turns out that the purple-clad goddess that Persimmon saw that day was an illusion weaved by the phantom demon in her dreams.

The old man glanced at the little tiger and said, "This little guy is lucky."

Xiaohu lay quietly in Persimmon's arms, with tears in his eyes. With just one sentence, Persimmon understood everything and stroked and comforted Xiaohu more gently.

"The heavier the desire in your heart, the easier it is to be tempted by the phantom demon. Dayton hung his legs with a pair of silver hooks, and tied two Apulos ground moths to one side. He used the power of the ground moths towards the light to forcibly pull himself His body was pulled into the siege, opening up a way for all the orcs to survive."

Persimmon couldn't help but sigh, this Dayton is really a ruthless character.

"Then... what is the true identity of the Centaur tribe?" Persimmon was puzzled.

"This is the fundamental reason for the low status of the centaurs and horses." Dempster said, "The people of the centaurs and horses are not elves, but half-orcs."

Seeing Persimmon still staring at him in confusion, Dempster continued to explain:

"Half-orcs are the descendants of humans and elves, appearing half-human and half-beast. The reason why they are named centaurs is because the patriarch Dayton is the descendant of an ice horse elf and a human woman."

So she's not the only human being here! Persimmon suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "Human?"

"A very rare existence, as fleeting as a meteor, but still leaving traces in the spiritual world."

As if feeling a little thirsty, the guard stretched out a soft fork from his body, rolled up a bucket of sweet spring and poured it into his stomach, then wiped his mouth and continued,

"The offspring of humans and elves, one type is half-elf... Of course, they are more often called half-orcs, which is the most common type. They have extraordinary talents and endless lives. However, they can never change As an adult, you will only remain half-human and half-animal until your death. Therefore, you are despised and despised by all ethnic groups."

"Is there another one?" Sylvain asked impatiently.

"There is another kind of twin. They have two bodies since birth, a spiritual body and a human body. Since I have been here, I have only seen two twins."

After saying that, Dempster suddenly approached the handsome persimmon, half of his face shrouded in shadow, "Have you ever seen him?"

This sentence seemed a bit abrupt, and it scared Persimmon into a cold sweat, "Me? How could I have seen it before?"

Dempster sat back and continued talking as if nothing had happened, "The centaurs came to the besieged city, and they didn't care about the world's eyes. They absorbed all the aliens who were despised by the world and carved out their own world in the besieged city. Dayton, he Truly an admirable leader.”

"But where did those humans come from?" Persimmon asked seemingly casually.

His dark eyes stared at Persimmon, "I don't know. They may appear anywhere, besieged cities, wastelands... Sometimes one will only appear in tens of thousands of years."

"So how are they doing now?" Sylvain asked.

Dempster shrugged. "No one knows that. They are so fragile and their lifespan is short. They die easily."

In the tens of thousands of years of elves' lives, these short-lived humans are like fireworks to them, rare and short-lived.

But no one will remember how the fireworks bloomed and how they went out.

Dempster looked at Persimmon and said, "You are quite interested in human affairs."

When Bo Yi heard this, he also glanced at Persimmon coldly.

"I'm just curious." Persimmon originally wanted to ask more questions, but seeing that Dempster seemed suspicious, he had to stop talking.

"Okay, I've said enough. Haven't you decided which group you want to join?"

When they first arrived at the border tower of the siege, Dempster told them that every new elf entering the city needed to choose to join an elf clan and serve for life.

"Otherwise you become a 'bum' in a siege," Dempster said.

"I might go to the Flower Clan or the Tree Clan." Sylvan felt that he had no suspense.

Boyi naturally returned to the Leopard Clan.

Now, only Persimmon is left with no identity and no memory.

Persimmon was immersed in his own thoughts. Seeing that she was reluctant to express her position, the boy's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I think, Persimmon, you can... go to the Leopard Clan." Sylvan reminded Persimmon in a sensible manner.

Persimmon came back to his senses and suddenly raised his head to look at Bo Yi.

Before she could say anything, Boyi said with disdain, "The Leopard Clan is not something that a loser like you just wants to join, huh!"

Persimmon could only shrug helplessly.

The information Dempster said about human beings seemed to be useful, but it seemed useless.

From this point of view, Boyi is really a good "big tree" to enjoy the shade. However, there are many descendants of humans in the centaurs and horses, and I wonder if I can get some useful information from them.

Dayton, the leader of the centaurs and horses, is able to tolerate people who are different from the centaurs and horses in the world without caring about other people's opinions. He has established a firm foothold in the besieged city in just a thousand years. He is really an amazing figure... Maybe, will he also be able to accept being a human being? What about yourself?

Do you want to join the Centaur tribe?

As soon as this idea came up, it was immediately overturned by Persimmon. Seeing how miserable he was in the Demonic Ridge, he must have a lot of resentment in his heart.

Half-orcs are immortal and have extraordinary talents, but they are cast aside forever just because of their appearance. How can there be less resentment? Who knows whether this unventable resentment will be transferred to humans?

Having said that, do these elves really not recognize that they are humans?

Just as I was thinking about it, the sky gradually darkened.

Dempster kindly allowed them to stay overnight, but Persimmon now had a splitting headache just thinking about sleeping.

Two days ago, Boyi woke up and turned into a young man. His clothes were torn, and he was lying naked in his arms...

Persimmon rubbed his eyebrows, thinking of that scene he couldn't bear to look at it.

I don’t know how I got the bad habit. When he was a child, Persimmon wouldn't let him hug him to sleep, but every morning when he woke up, he would lie in his arms. Fortunately, as long as he didn't speak at that time, he was no different from an ordinary child.

Who knew he would look several years older overnight! Damn bastard October. He never said that this guy would grow up on his own, yet he grows up so fast... Are all Leopard people born in the year of bamboo?

Boyi's face was sharp and angular. His deep-set eye sockets and high nose arch gave him a kind of mixed-race beauty. His aggressive eyes were like fire, but also filled with ice that would keep strangers away.

Bo Yi, who is already a teenager, has caught up with Sylvain in height. There is still a little childishness on his face, but the masculine aura is stronger.

This is all because I was too doting on him in the past. This time, she must not compromise anymore!

When no one was paying attention, she slipped into the room, locked the doors and windows, wrapped herself in a quilt, and fell asleep peacefully.