Vol 2 Chapter 143

Act 143: Hope of Warm Words (5)

The little girl's eyes were like dusty emeralds, hiding a deep thrilling green, and the power of life spread inside and out.

Her slender, malnourished little hands held Antitina in one hand and Roman in the other. She was wearing a gray linen skirt, her white knees were standing barefoot on the ground with her knees, biting her lips, and looking at him.

Brando froze slightly.

The green, waterfall-like hair in his eyes seemed to be a new rattan rattle. In the gloom, the little dusty face was filled with a weak, timid taste-but the little girl's eyes did not escape, just Some looked at him cautiously.

"this is?"

With emerald eyes, except for the forest elves in the entire Warnd world, only the purest Sene people of the descent would have—the people of the tree; but the long green hair that fell down to the waist like a waterfall was Such a glare, it almost makes young people think that it is a young god.

In the Sword of Amber, he has only seen one npc with such a nearly pure green hair.

The **** of the tree.

"She was snatched from the cavalry, probably from a nearby village." Antitina replied, she bowed her head and carefully treated the little girl's hair on her forehead.

Brando looked up: "She's a Senia, do you know?"

"What's that, Brando?" Romance asked, holding the little girl's hand, blinking.

"Cenians?" Antitina flinched subconsciously, but she hesitated a bit, still completing her movements. The little girl froze, raised her head and looked at her with emerald green eyes. The nobleman's eyes were a little complicated--

Rumors of these 'green people' are circulating in many areas. A widely-spread statement is that these Seniyas have orcish diseases, so most people are unwilling to contact the 'geeks' in these forests , Let alone aristocracy.

In extreme areas, people even support burning these pagans to prevent the spread of animal diseases.

But Brando bowed his head and slowed his tone-it was like the way the Enders used to soothe the child, and then looked at the little girl and asked, "What's your name?"

For young people, the Senes are no different from the Eruin and Cruz. Although in the war against the Dark Dragon seven or eight centuries ago, the history of the Seniaans has entered hundreds of years of self-enclosure by hiding in the vast forests of the south-their backwardness has been civilized The world sees it as its own fault-but this history is more like an abstract symbol for Brando in the background.

The little girl looked at him and opened her mouth slightly.

"She doesn't know Cruz," Antitina replied.

Brando wasn't surprised. He nodded and straightened up. "It doesn't matter, I probably know where she came from. But I'm a little strange." Antitina also nodded slightly to understand that he was strange, since she knew After the little girl was a Seniya, she also wanted to know why the noble cavalry was so kind-hearted that she did not execute the little Seniya girl.

Not to mention that it is a barbaric place like Tonigel, even in the hinterland of the kingdom, the execution of a Senia by the army is also in compliance with most regulations.

Brando stood upright and got up to look around.

"We sent her to Green Village."

"Lvcun?"

"Yep."

"Where is that?"

"A village in Senia," Brando glanced around, picked up a cavalry sword from the ground, stunned it, and closed it again: "Just south of here, about half a day's journey-- "

"The village of Senia, what shall we do there?" The nobleman frowned, whispering, "This little girl will find someone to take her back, Lord Lord, Senia ..."

What else did she want to say, but she saw Brando waving her hand.

"Master Lord!" Antitina frowned, objecting: "It's a Senia, if you let outsiders know we've dealt with them, you're not good for adults--"

"Sir, your reputation ..."

The girl frowned slightly, and suddenly thought that the little girl of the Seniya family was still at her hand. Although she knew she might not understand her, she subconsciously kept her mouth shut.

"No need, Antitina," Brando interrupted, and replied, "but that's our destination."

"What?" Antitina paused.

The young man nodded. To find Valhalla, he not only had to go to Green Village, but also had to rely on the help of those Seniyas. Master Martha sent the little girl to him, but it was a big help to him. Although the Seniyas were closed, they had a simple feeling for the real friends.

Druids in the forest can only be reached through the Senegians-

Druid, Brando thought that it was another group that was almost hidden from the silver elves, even earlier. As early as lush years (350 years ago), their footprints have disappeared from the civilized world.

"Brando, what is a Senia?" Roman grabbed the little girl's hand, seeing that his question was not answered, and couldn't help blinking and asking again.

"It's a long story," Brando smiled slightly, raised his hand and shaved her nose--making Miss Merchant back with a pair of little eyebrows. The young man finally answered, "But the elves have a name for them."

"At'zon--" Brando said, "son of the forest."

"Werewolf?" Miss Merchant stared curiously. "I've heard of them!"

The young man bowed his head. He noticed that when he mentioned the elven word 'at'zon', the little girl had clearly responded. She looked up and looked at him with a pair of emerald eyes.

In the eyes, it was so green.

The green village mentioned in Brando's mouth is probably an unfamiliar place name for most of the area of ​​Eruin or the compiler of the topographic map. In the latest version of the administrative map of the Year of the Candle and the Dagger, ordered and compiled by Oberu VII, there are as many as 450 towns, villages, and manors on the kingdom land, but none of them Was titled 'Green Village'.

But young people know this place.

This settlement of Seniyas on the border.

In fact, in the silver year, which is about ten years later, their adventure group heading for the Karanga Mountains started from here. But the situation at that time was different from now--

They rode through the cultivated land opened by the Seniyas on the edge of the forest, and saw a strip of fields along the forest cut into the strip-shaped spreading space. A faint sunlight passed through the black tall pine trees, hanging in clusters. On these artificial crops.

It seemed to be a quiet dream.

Brando remembered in his memory that from here to the distance, it was a meadow full of meadows; except for the road under the horseshoe that stubbornly grew out of the forest, all artificial Traces have long disappeared under the traces of time.

His eyes crossed the fields, and he could almost see the river beach behind him. He remembered that it was a colony of creeping demons in his early thirties, but it took a lot of effort for the party to pass through the black forest.

However, the damage caused by the noble cavalry's attacks brought him back to reality. He first saw a damaged fence, war horses passed through the fields, and the crops were knocked upside down, as if they were left behind by a group of wild boars. .

"These abominable guys," a gray wolf mercenary whispered.

Most of the mercenaries like them are from mountain people, and either they are hunters in the mountains or they are farmers. From their point of view, the nobles who are superior will certainly not understand that these crops are everything for those who depend on them for a living.

However, as if echoing his words, a group of people walked around the fence and saw a woman in a tattered linen blouse kneeling on the ground, covering her face and sobbing in a murmur in front of a destroyed field.

And a man seemed to be her husband—holding a rake, and frowning at it all. When he saw a group of people coming out from behind the fence, he slightly hesitated, then changed his face and immediately ran the rake across his chest: "Yasha, run away! They are back!"

After speaking, he yelled at him.

Unfortunately, before he had time to take any further action, Akane, who was riding on the horse, swept away with the long handle of the war halberd and struck out. The red-haired girl frowned, not expecting that the other party would be so vulnerable. Then she realized that the other party might be just an ordinary farmer, so she turned over and dismounted and wanted to lift the other party. But before she had time to do it, she felt caught in a hurry--

The woman named Yasha hugged her from behind, crying and shaking her head: "Please don't kill him, Joel, you run away!"

The man apparently had no intention of this. He saw his wife hug Akane, her eyes were red, and a low growl made her fight again.

The low growl is similar to a beast.

But he immediately felt a sharp spear hitting his throat. He looked down the spear, looked at the cold-haired amber eyes of the red-haired girl, and stunned subconsciously, unable to resist a chill.

The whole person's movements were also involuntarily stalled.

"Fool."

Akane said coldly.

"You can't help it." She put down the war halberd in her hand, and then flung to the side--a flash of lightning, and a tall black pine fell to the ground in response.

During the whole process, everyone immediately witnessed the whole process without moving, as if watching; even the mercenaries did not necessarily have a good opinion of the Senia, only Roman, always blinking with curiosity.

The man seemed to have just woke up. He didn't understand why Akane didn't kill herself, but her legs were soft and she almost sat down subconsciously. But at this time, a small voice came from the crowd:

"Izzjol!" (Elven: Uncle Joel!)

The man named Joel froze and could hardly believe his ears. He turned back and looked at the little girl with long green hair like waterfall in the arms of Roman, who almost thought that he had an illusion.

The woman behind Akane couldn't help but let go of her, and asked babblely, "Funiya, how are you and you here? They didn't treat you ...?"

"Izzjol, esovoizztam." (Elven: Uncle Joel, they saved me.)

The little girl replied whispered, her voice so empty as if a breeze was passing through the forest, making the wind chimes sound.