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

"What do you say, Arnold?" Ivan glanced at the priest unconsciously, then leaned into the dwarf's ear and asked softly.

The Abyss Parasite, who had the appearance of a green fern snake, was asleep and was not awakened by the screams of its kind just now, nor did he eagerly show his desire to attack them. They lay quietly on the branches of the giant trees, as if they were really just harmless vines.

Ivan reluctantly admitted that the dense forest that seemed to be frozen in front of him made his hair stand on end.

This was the first time in his life that he faced the abyssal parasite.

Five years of adventure have tempered his mentality, allowing him to grow from a young master who screamed at the sight of an insect to a swordsman who did not change his composure in the face of strange monsters.

But the abyssal parasites are different from those beasts that are infected by dark elements and mutate.

It is "unknown".

The topic of whether the abyssal parasite is a living thing or an element has been quarreling between the priests of the Holy See of Light and the mages of the Circumference Tower for nearly a hundred years, and neither of them has come up with a unified answer.

Arnold put on the special observation glasses made by the Circular Tower. The lens tube composed of multiple layers of lenses allowed him to see clearly ten meters away. As if it wasn't enough, he took out a trumpet-like instrument from his backpack and put it on his shoulder.

I have to say that the group of mages in the Circular Tower are really quite capable. Although these instruments are a bit weird, they are truly considerate and durable for these half-experienced element users who live in the low magic era.

It would be nice if their products were more affordable and high quality.

Arnold fiddled with the instrument carefully, waved a very thin metal detection rod a few times, lowered his head and pulled out the "Complete Instructions for Abyss Parasite Detection Indicators" which was not too thin.

"If we go by the standards of the Circular Tower, these abyssal parasites are sleeping." Arnold muttered dryly, wondering if this was a blessing in misfortune. "The abdomens of these grass snakes are slightly bulging. If you listen carefully, you can faintly hear the sound of intestinal rumblings caused by the peristalsis of the stomach inside. There is no doubt that these abyssal parasites have just had a feast."

Alvin nodded, and just as he was about to turn around and ask Sylvia for her opinion, she spoke.

"All the elements have been swallowed up." The priest "looked" ahead carefully, his black eyes faintly absorbing all the light that came in. In her perception, the "bead curtain" had disappeared, and everything was gone, leaving only boundless blackness. But the rain was still falling, and the cold raindrops fell lightly on her black hair. The priest's robe could no longer bear the weight of the water drops and slowly drooped at the corners.

"Abyssal parasites have no vision. It can be said that almost all creatures have no means of perception to detect their surroundings. Their movement is through..."

She was stunned for a moment when she said this, and felt an eerie sense of familiarity. Then she continued: "They move through the perception of elements."

"Elements are their bait. Abyssal parasites spread along the elements and devour all the elements in their path, forming an elemental vacuum."

"The elements in this place have been completely swallowed up. Before the elements from other places flow here with the wind, they will no longer move."

This meant that they were safe for the time being, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"...Unless there is a large-scale elemental explosion." Sylvia added considerately.

Ivan is not worried about this at all. In this era of low magic, the only people who can achieve large-scale elemental explosions are the priests of the Holy See of Light or the scrolls of ancient times. The former will not behave so substandard in the face of abyssal parasitism, and the latter The probability of encountering him is lower than Obulin picking up a bag of gold coins when he goes out.

"If we can't take a detour on the return trip, we must pass through this forest before noon tomorrow." Sylvia quickly calculated in her mind, "The sooner the better, the rain is getting heavier, and the water element will accumulate faster. "

O'Brien had already taken out the emergency firework bomb from the "three-piece life-saving kit" and pulled out the drawstring. The firework bombs emitted bright red smoke. Even in the humid woods, the smoke rose upwards strongly, breaking through the obstruction of the layers of tree canopy.

"I hope the people at the outpost will notice something unusual here soon."

Alvin asked Arnold and Sylvia to continue to observe the surrounding movements, and then led the whole team to rush through this terrifyingly silent vine forest.

It was already dark, and although the rain gradually became lighter, even just a few drops, the white mist gathered among the branches with light steps, like a banshee with moist breath. The paths in the forest are always difficult to walk, with tree roots piled up in the mud in an unorganized manner, not to mention that the weak moonlight cannot penetrate the dense forest at all.

I dare not light a torch. Although the abyssal parasite, which is the biggest crisis at hand, is temporarily idle, there are still dark creatures watching in the shadows.

O'Brien, who has the talent of night vision, took the initiative to drive the big dark horse to the front of the team, leading the team forward instead of Ivan.

He glanced at the simple map drawn by Arnold and heard the priest behind him coughing a few times before he realized that the girl's thin robe was completely soaked by the rain.

He didn't say much. It was still dark now, so he took off his cloak, poked Sylvia's finger holding his cloak, and thrust the black cloak into her hand.

"Thank you?" The pastor was really wet. The black hair has a slight water color, and you can't catch a cold in this situation. She took the elf's cloak without hesitation and changed into her own white robe.

It had to be said that O'Brien was very diligent and thrifty. This black cloak looked ordinary, but its texture was made of some kind of animal skin, which had excellent warmth retention properties. After a while, Sylvia felt that the heat on her body began to accumulate.

So now the elf was only wearing a coarse linen shirt. The thin shirt wrapped Obulin's thin but powerful body. His long silver-white hair was also soaked by the raindrops on the leaves. It was gathered behind his back, and strands were stuck to his back. His pair of slightly longer pointed ears were rarely exposed. From a distance, they looked like There are silver lilies in the forest, but the black skin distorts this purity into some kind of poppy disguise. His green eyes narrowed slightly and he stared at the surrounding bushes alertly, his expression tense and a little nervous.

The night embraced him. He is the darkest and purest being in black.

Sylvia folded her cloak. O'Brien didn't have any extra cloak for her to pull on. Although her footsteps were not as fast now, she had no choice but to carefully hug his waist.

When he was about to leave the vine forest, O'Brien suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Ivan and Arnold slowly followed behind, forming a small circle skillfully to prevent sudden attacks by monsters.

O'Brien looked in a direction among the bushes.

"There are people there."

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simple! straight! Oops! through! Got it!

O'Brien kept stamping his feet and walked back and forth by the stone pillars at the entrance of the abandoned temple to prevent his itchy hands from knocking the guy who finally woke up unconscious again.

If time could go back half an hour, he would definitely! absolute! Not that he saw a man lying in the bushes.

The man in the white robe was covered by thick ferns, and half of his face was soaked in sticky mud. The dirty mud was stained everywhere on his face, and even the original color of the white robe could not be seen. If it weren't for the gold border at the corner, they would hardly have recognized it as a priest's robe.

The dwarf leaned forward lightly, O'Brien raised the mechanical crossbow in his arm, and the sharp arrows were ready to assist the attack. But the man was indeed unconscious on the ground. Arnold twitched his nose and sniffed. Even the smelly mud couldn't cover up the smell of sunlight on the man's body. It seemed that he had used the one-time first aid purification circle in the "three-piece life-saving set" and encountered an abyssal parasite. Yet?

He took the stick and turned the priest slightly so that he could lie on his back so that the dirt would not clog his nostrils.

Ivan also moved closer and recognized that this was the priest that their team had recruited but ultimately ran away.

"It's God's way of reincarnation." Although Aiwen was speechless, he still bent down and prepared to help him up.

Unexpectedly, the pair of closed eyes suddenly opened without warning. The pair of eyes on the face blackened by mud appeared hollow, as if seeing another scene on the other side through space.

"The dragon is coming."

He said something in a hoarse voice and passed out again.

are you crazy! Thinking of this, O'Brien became angry again. They all thought they had found some key figure. For this sentence, they carried the person to the abandoned temple for rest and treated his injuries. However, as soon as the person woke up, there was a lot of commotion there.

The old temple fully accepted the arrival of these uninvited guests. Ivan picked up a few branches that were not too wet from the surrounding area and finally lit the fire. But now, the annoying priest Eugene is lying next to the fire, fighting with his meager body and words.

To O'Brien: "Dirty bitch. You don't deserve to talk to me."

To Arnold: "You lackey of the Perimeter Tower, get away from me."

Even for the most gentle Alvin, he didn't give a good look: "Humph, country bumpkin."

When asked about what he said before he fell into coma, Eugene started to play dumb: "Dragon? What dragon?! Am I dreaming or are you dreaming?"

Fine. Saved a fool and came back.

Arnold was the first to leave. He carried a lot of his instruments to the corner to debug the equipment with an unhappy face. He also wanted to plan his future itinerary.

Then it was Sylvia who got up. She said she was going to draw some formations outside the temple to ensure that the abyssal parasites would not suddenly spread at night.

O'Brien had been eager to escape from the priest who was spitting shit, so he followed Sylvia directly outside. Alvin was the only one left by the fire, awkwardly accompanying Eugene, listening to him talk.

Amen and may the gods bless you. O'Brien wept for him inwardly.

Sylvia was still wearing his black cloak, the too long cloak almost hanging to the ground. She carefully pulled up the edges of her cloak to protect it from the muddy water.

O'Brien then remembered that Miss Priest's ill-fated priest's robe was still under Eugene's head.

With Eugene's comparison, O'Brien's affection for Sylvia, the gentle priest lady, now doubled, and he unconsciously began to complain about the crazy priest inside. Sylvia's robe was wet and it was a waste of money to wipe his face.