If you bleed too much, you will suddenly feel a lazy sense of powerlessness after the cold that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, as if you are about to fall into a dreamless sleep...... Just breathe a sigh of relief and never struggle again.

But he didn't have that qualification.

When Murray Feather pulled himself back from the abyss of death again, he couldn't help but want to roar. Not because of pain, but because of despair.

He couldn't move an inch. The broken right arm had long since lost sensation, but the deep wound on the right leg was still in sharp pain, feeling like it had been cut by an ice blade again and again, and it felt like it was being burned by flames.

He was powerless to hide the traces he had left behind. Sooner or later, the blood dripping from the woods will attract enemies...... or a companion. But he no longer dared to expect such good fortune from himself.

His mind was so chaotic that he could barely think, but he still retained the instincts of a warrior and an elf—the rustling of leaves was not shaken by the wind...... Something is creeping in.

He clenched the dagger in his hand, the only weapon he had left.

There was a mottled patch of light in his sight, like a spot of light in a dense forest. He tried his best to keep his eyes open, and finally among the half-withered branches and leaves of the summer solstice grass, he saw a pair of golden green eyes, with eyes that could not tell whether they were indifferent or curious, looking at him quietly.

Murray stiffened, and he didn't dare to look away for a moment.

After a moment of staring at each other, a leopard emerged from the bushes and swaggered up to him to sniff it.

The elf involuntarily twisted his face away, but he didn't swing his dagger. He had heard that the elves of the Antlers Forest had brought their leopards and scattered them among the trees...... His sanity told him that the beast, which had long disappeared from Grivar, should be an enemy—a rather dangerous one, but those pure eyes made him feel little hostile.

When the leopard stuck out his tongue to lick the blood from his face, he finally raised his sword - it felt weird. Is it taking him for food? It's a beast after all, and it's normal that it can't resist the attraction of flesh......

The leopard took a step back, raised its head, and let out a low growl from deep within its chest.

Murray's hand trembled, but he still didn't swing it. He felt ...... in a trance That's not a threat, it's a call.

And at this moment, even if it summons the spirit of the Antler Forest, it is better than a beast that cannot communicate...... Or those shadow killers.

The waiting time was actually very short, but he almost fainted again. When he opened his eyes again in a cold sweat, a large hairy pestle was in front of his eyes, and his wet breath sprayed on his face, which did not have the fishy stench of beasts.

This is another leopard – a white leopard with pale blue eyes.

For a moment, Murray didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or heighten his vigilance...... This is Scott's leopard, but he can't really be sure if he is lucky or unlucky to run into Scott at this time.

There is a subtle sound of leaves overhead. He turned his head with difficulty, and on the high branches of the tree, he saw a figure hidden in the shadows...... And the face that wasn't hidden, covered with tattoos.

The muscles tensed instantly—he recognized the face.

He was willing to believe in the Silver Leaf King's decision, but his disgust and wariness of the Shadow Dancer were completely subconscious...... At least for the moment, he simply couldn't control it.

Perhaps it was the hostility that he unconsciously revealed. The shadow dancer in the tree did not jump down, but lowered his eyes and let out a crisp, short bird's call.

Murray stared at him, trying to stay awake until a low, helpless voice came to his ears:

"I'm right to be careful, but you're too careful......"

Human voice...... Human footsteps.

Ed Singer's eyes widened in surprise as he poked out of the woods with a tousled hair pulled by branches like a bird's nest.

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"You ......"

Ed uttered a syllable, and the scarred elf fainted without saying a word.

"This is Murray Fanyu. ”

As he hurried to heal the other party's wounds, Fenway's voice floated down from the tree, "The owner of the Starry Night Inn." ”

"So he's really not dead!" Ed patted his chest, satisfied, "Viorita will be happy." ”

Even though the bloody wounds on his body were gone, the elf didn't wake up - he was clearly exhausted. Ed wondered what was going on, but couldn't bear to wake him up right away.

When he hesitated, Xiaobai ran away for a short while, and then ran back to squat beside him. In the dense forest, the low roar of the leopard is far and near.

"They lure away trackers. Finnway whispered to him.

But they didn't have much time.

Ed snapped and cautiously patted the elf on the shoulder—but nothing happened.

He was ready to be ruthless, but Xiaobai had already unceremoniously waved his claws, and the thick meat pad slapped on Murray's face with a snap.

The elf who was awakened by a claw almost jumped up, waved his hand subconsciously, a little cold light flickered in the sun, and the sharp short sword approached with the sound of the wind, and stopped suddenly.

Xiaobai licked his paws casually, and Ed had no choice but to smile wryly at those angry eyes: "...... I'm sorry. That, I'm ......."

"Ed Singh. Murray withdrew his dagger, and the vivid expression on his face instantly converged into a mask-like calm, "It's my time to thank you...... Why are you here?"

He didn't want to ask so bluntly...... He had tried to keep his tone as soft as possible, but his words still seemed like questioning.

He was annoyed, but Ed didn't seem to care, and simply replied frankly, "I'm coming to Payne...... The Silver Leaf King, but he is not in the empty court. His guards told me that he had taken the leader of the Antlers Forest to visit the Tower of Silence, and that I couldn't get in, so I had to ......."

Murray's face turned pale the moment he heard the "Tower of Silence".

He jumped to his feet, his voice almost poignant: "Can't let them into the tower!!"

"Uh......" Ed frowned, "but they're already in...... What the hell is going on?"

Murray's closed lips trembled slightly.

“...... All right. Ed said, "There's no way we're going to be able to break into that place, and I don't know if we can use teleportation......

"No, you can't. ”

“...... Is there anything you can do about it?" Ed scratched his head.

“...... Yes. Murray was silent for a few moments before replying in a low voice.

"I can send you where you want to go. Ed said, "...... It can also help you deliver messages. ”

He didn't mention anything more. He was well aware of the way the elves of the Starry Night Hotel behaved - they didn't trust humans. So...... There's no need to embarrass Murray.

The elf lowered his head and pondered, and Ed's heart suddenly moved, and he blurted out, "Do you know where Orin has gone......?

He stopped—Murray's face was as white as death.

"That...... I just thought about ......," he muttered, but his heart sank.

"He's dead. Murray interrupted him, his tone was flat, but the light in his eyes spread, showing vulnerability and despair on the verge of collapse:

"I killed him. ”

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