[Western Fantasy] The black-skinned elf also wants to hug the rich woman’s lap today

This is pure anger.

O'Brien sighed inwardly. Okay, as usual, Alvin will start talking about their dark history again.

Arnold's ears were already ringing from hearing this story, and he rushed to the front on his little donkey.

Thinking back to those days, like many middle school boys, Ivan had a dream of conquering the dragon. But unlike those ordinary teenagers who could only find comfort in the fantasy of Dragon Knight novels, Alvin stepped out with a huge sum of money.

At that time, O'Brien was still hanging out in the black streets of Gabu City, doing shady and underworld work. One day, the mercenaries in the tavern who were licking blood from their swords jokingly mentioned that there was a young aristocratic young man who was looking for someone to help him chop down a dragon.

dragon? He sipped lightly and took a sip of cheap rye. There are no dragons anymore. The violent sky people have already declined rapidly with the departure of their gods. The dragon flames containing the power of thunder and lightning have faded into ordinary high-temperature flames. The degraded wings cannot support their overly bloated bodies. The fallen people of the sky can only try to use them. Familiar limbs and claws crawling on the rocks.

The so-called "giant dragon" today is less than one-tenth the size of the ancient dragon. They were the first batch of good people to be domesticated by the light. They were issued rare species protection certificates and lived peacefully in the Weeping Stone Forest, helping the dwarves forge weapons and fight.

As a "rare protected species", let alone cutting it down, the stingy giant dragon has the ability to pay compensation to the point of bankruptcy if it only damages a scale.

But as luck would have it, the legend came to the door a few days later.

—with a bag of gold coins.

"A whole five hundred gold coins!" Ivan made no secret of this dark history. He was so excited that he slapped his thigh several times, causing Baima to snort in displeasure.

As the only audience, Sylvia silently made calculations in her heart. She didn't have much idea about money. Five hundred gold coins... could probably buy her a week's worth of ordinary materials for drawing the magic circle.

That does seem a bit much.

O'Brien, who was sitting in the front, didn't feel sleepy when money was mentioned. He felt that he still needed to maintain his image, so he argued with Alvin.

"Hey, haven't I met your needs reasonably?" He counted his fingers with Alvin: "You said it, chop a flying dragon."

Ivan held his breath: "So, this is why you found a necromancer to control a bone dragon and tricked me into killing it?"

O'Brien started to tell lies: "Isn't the bone dragon a dragon? The prohibition of discrimination against dark species was written into the continent's code three hundred years ago."

That's true. "Prohibition of discrimination against dark species" does have relevant entries in the continental code of law. Its purpose is to unite all species to fight against the abyss.

——But whether some races follow this code in private is another matter.

Sylvia felt a little funny. She tugged on Obryn's cloak, and the elf felt movement and turned to look at her.

"So, you earn five hundred gold coins with tears and blood?" The simple priest has never seen such a scam, and only regards it as a touching story, and can also interview the person involved.

Her voice was thin and soft, and she sat obediently in the back like a dull little pigeon. Hearing this, the cheeky O'Brien felt a little aggrieved inexplicably: "Five hundred gold coins, and two hundred as a bride price for the Necromancer. I could have made a lot of money." It was full of money. Who would have thought that this guy would dismantle someone else’s bone dragon into a pile of skeletons. In the end, all the commission was lost to the person’s bones.”

O'Brien felt his cloak being pulled tight again. The priest grasped his robe tightly and pressed it slightly against his back, laughing silently.

She was obviously smiling like a lady, but he could feel that she was in a very happy mood, and even the corners of her mouth were filled with sweetness.

He looked away unconsciously.

While talking, they had reached the top of the pit. Arnold was sitting on a boulder, holding a map that was huge to him and studying it carefully. His gray donkey lowered its neck and gnawed at weeds on the ground. Dwarves have great racial talent in identifying terrain, so many teams will hire a dwarf as a guide.

Seeing them coming, the dwarf stood up abruptly.

"Captain! I've seen it. Walk along this road in the southeast direction. It will take a day to reach the riverside where the mimic flower grows according to our normal footsteps."

Ivan nodded. The time was about the same as he estimated, "Do you need to stay overnight? Or go to the old place?"

Arnold looked over the map several times, picked up a red pen and drew a circle on the map: "Someone in the hotel mentioned that the heavy rains some time ago destroyed the shed there, and it is still being repaired. We are still repairing it. We can just drop by, there is an abandoned temple next to the river, and we can rest there."

Nice plan.

The Trembling Woods was once the elven penal colony for traitors. The huge branches reaching the sky are entangled in the air, weaving a net covering the ground. It is difficult for light to penetrate the branches and leaves, and the water vapor flows in the small space without finding its outlet, and finally turns into a mist that never disperses. Moss covered the stones and tree roots, emitting an eerie green fluorescence on the damp ground.

Officially entering the Shivering Forest, the temperature suddenly dropped. Sylvia trembled. A drop of water fell on her cheek without warning, and she was startled by the coolness contained in it.

"The water vapor is too heavy. It may rain later." The elf in front no longer had the relaxed and joking attitude just now, and his voice became colder. This is the Trembling Forest, and any mistake in the team will lead to an irreversible chain reaction. Everyone was tense.

Sylvia put on her hood obediently. Although the light element contained all elements except darkness, the too heavy water element still made her breathless.

Ivan rode a white horse at the front, followed by Arnold as a guide. O'Brien is responsible for breaking the line. The horse's hooves stepped on the thick green moss like stepping on a carpet, making a dull sound. The leaves that had accumulated for a long time were trampled to pieces, and the rotten smell overflowed.

Towards dusk, the rain finally came down.

In Sylvia's eyes, the water elements gathered into countless points, and then plummeted down. The world instantly turned into a hanging bead curtain.

but……

Under the bead curtain, she faintly noticed the evil gaze.

brush.

She took out her staff and swept it towards her feet, blocking the bite of a long snake.

At the same time, O'Brien quickly drew an arrow from his back. The mechanical crossbow made by Perimeter Tower was installed on his left arm. He swung it very lightly, but it was powerful enough to kill a snake that jumped at him from the tree. Nailed to the tree trunk.

"Are you okay?" He noticed the movement behind him and greeted casually, but did not look back, observing the snake that was still twisting on the tree trunk.

Sylvia nodded. The snake was wrapped around the staff. She waved it gently, and the white crystal stone emitted a gentle light. However, when this seemingly harmless light touched the snake's body, the snake seemed to be scalded by invisible fire, twisting wildly. He moved, but could not escape from the staff, and finally turned into ashes bit by bit.

"It's the green fern snake." Ivan kept swinging his giant sword to chop off the snake's head. "I just said that we have all kinds of insect repellent and snake repellent drugs, so why are there still attacks without eyes?"

The green fern snake is not a snake, it is more like a vine-type plant that looks like a snake. But it is a carnivorous plant that usually lurks on the roadside to attack travelers passing by. Raindrops fill the gaps between the soil, and there is too little air in the soil, so it has to come out of the ground to breathe. By chance, the group of them happened to bump into each other, and the greedy green fern grass snake took them as prey to supplement nutrition.

"That's easy to deal with." Arnold's little donkey kept trampling on the green fern grass snake that popped up on the ground. "Find a main vine and chop it down to scare the monkeys."

The team is still moving forward according to the original route.

O'Brien frowned, thinking about the green fern snake he just saw, and he always felt uneasy in his heart.

The moisture was so heavy that his breath covered his mask with white mist. There was little sunlight in the Shivering Forest, so he temporarily took off his wind mask and hung it on his arm.

He looked up at the dense canopy of trees. It was getting dark. The forest will become darker after entering the night, and dark species that have no good intentions towards adventurers will also take advantage of this time to act, not to mention that there is also the disturbance of abyssal parasitism during this time. The team sped up their pace and tried to reach the abandoned temple before dark.

When the team cut down the third main vine, but the grass snake still chased them, even the dullest Arnold noticed something was wrong.

"You've been hungry for days, and you treat us like a feast." Although he was joking, his tone did not conceal his impatience. Grass snakes only play a small role, but as the saying goes, ants bite the elephant to death, and a quick solution is the right solution. They did this in the past, but today's vines are too clingy.

O'Brien thought for a moment, shot a grass snake again, and took out its body to examine.

He got closer and smelled it, and suddenly noticed something. Sylvia obviously felt his body shake.

"Aiwen." An unknown premonition filled his throat, making his throat tight, "Lend some fire."

Catching O'Brien's gaze, Alvin was also a little confused. He snapped his fingers in a daze, and a little spark came out from his fingers.

O'Brien placed the Grass Snake's body upon the small flame.

The body was motionless and not even set on fire.

"Is it...the flame is too small?" Ivan's throat began to feel dry.

O'Brien looked back at Sylvia: "Pastor, your job has come."

"Use as little light as possible to bake this corpse."

Sylvia immediately understood what he wanted to do. The white crystal stone emits little bits of light and adheres to the body of the grass snake.

A corpse is still a corpse.

The poor leader breathed a sigh of relief: "Look, we can't be so unlucky..."

what----

The corpse screamed at this moment.

No, not only this corpse, but also the corpses of the grass snakes they killed along the way came to life and screamed at this moment.

what----

There was no time to listen to the wails of these corpses. As soon as they realized something was wrong, the team quickly rode away.

After the corpses of the grass snakes screamed, they unskillfully twisted their broken limbs, as if they were familiar with an unaccustomed body, and then lay quietly on the ground, pretending to be a corpse, waiting for the next step. A visitor.

"Abyss...parasitism." Ivan gritted his teeth and read out the name of the culprit.

In front of them, abyss parasites disguised as green fern snakes clung to the surrounding dead trees and entangled themselves with each other, dormant silently on this path that adventurers must pass.