Naria leaned over a bush, and in her limited vision, she couldn't be sure if her companions had reached their agreed position, but she could only suppress her anxiety and wait—as Eren said, she had to trust her companions.

This is the Wind Whispering Forest, but it is very different from the cold silver-white world she remembers. Spring in the north is short and warm, and in the twilight of spring, you can feel the surging vitality in the forest, and the wild plants and wildflowers in full bloom exude a strong smell, although it is not unpleasant, but it makes Narya always feel itchy and can't help sneezing.

She was half-crouching there, her legs gradually numb, and just as she wanted to move a little, there was a sound of small footsteps not far away, which made her immediately freeze there, and even her breathing paused for a moment.

The enemies they track are so cautious that the slightest movement will cause them to change direction and find another way. But it was this excessive caution that led Alan to come up with a way to let them fall into the net.

The Windwhispering Forest is a undulating, rugged and rocky woodland, and beneath the slopes where Naria hides is a small canyon where hunters often walk. Narya had thought that such an obvious trap would not be able to lure the enemy in, but judging by the sound of footsteps, Allen's plan was probably successful.

She didn't dare to look in, but prayed in her heart that this time there would be no more hunters passing by occasionally.

Looking through the gaps in the branches and leaves, the figures of two men appeared in the forest, both dressed in simple hunting clothes, carrying bows and arrows behind their backs, looking around vigilantly from time to time as they walked, but they did not say a word to each other.

Naria watched motionless as they walked away. Tell yourself silently that it's not time to be disappointed yet.

Sure enough, a whistle like a bird's call came from the direction where they had disappeared. Moments later, more people cautiously stepped into the canyon.

Judging from the clothing alone, the dozen or so people in this line all looked like hunters, but the hunters in the northern forest would not gather together like this, not to mention that the faces of those people were not like hunting, but more like the expressions of hiding from the hunted beasts, tired. Restless, but also dangerously irritable.

Nalya felt a small excitement inside her—this time she had finally waited for the right person.

But she waited patiently until everyone was in the canyon. It wasn't until behind the rocks on the opposite hillside that a light bullet dragged its long tail into the sky, and then it caught its head and suddenly got up.

Frankly. She wanted to pull out her long sword and rush straight down. But the canyon had to be guarded on both sides, and some of her friends enjoyed melee combat more than she did.

The ambushed men did not huddle together in a panic, but drew their weapons and prepared for battle, and some even raised their heads and shouted defiantly, as if this was also the battle they had been waiting for for a long time - after all, they had been playing this game for too long.

But they seem to have mistaken the enemy who really needs to be dealt with.

When the dwarf's angry battle cry sounded, Naria's lips involuntarily smiled a slightly eerie smile. From above, look at the group of dwarves with long thick hair and a reddened beard. As she slammed into the canyon with her short legs, she had to agree with what Tess had given. An evaluation that must not be uttered in front of dwarves - cute.

In the eyes of others, those dwarves who raised their tomahawks and roared and rushed over were definitely powerful enemies who had nothing to do with "cute".

Alan wisely sought help from the Silverfang Dwarves - they were too few to control enemies many times outnumbered.

The arrows that had been fired at the hillside had lost their accuracy in the panic, and Nalya didn't even have to dodge it, but only aimed the tip of the arrow at those who had given up the fight and tried to climb the hillside among the dwarves who were coming from both sides of the canyon.

There is a bright light in the corner of the eye. She heard a scream, and a man who had barely climbed two steps up rolled down in a flash of lightning that slashed straight at him, and shook his head. One of her companions, the mage who was always gloomy, had been in a bad mood, and finally had a chance to vent, and of course he would not let it go. But considering that he lost his closest friend on May Day...... That seems to be understandable.

The cold blow completely stopped the others who wanted to escape, and after a brief moment of confusion, Nalya didn't even shoot an arrow, and the battle was over.

The dwarves' overwhelming victory was to be expected, but Naria's excitement and joy were not diminished in the slightest. She put away her bow and arrows, half-run, half-jumped, and dashed straight down the slope in a thrilling way, pounced on a dwarf.

"Mock!" she cried out and bent over to hug her friend, almost trying to pick up the dwarf as heavy as her two, "long time no see!"

Mixed in with a pile of dwarves, she almost couldn't tell Mock. It was only after the scene was less chaotic that she recognized her friend's slightly neater hair than the other dwarves.

The dwarf laughed and patted her on the back, thoughtfully not as hard as he usually did with his people.

"I knew Ed's guy was in trouble, he should have told me sooner. He said, frowning at the "hunters" who were being pushed to the ground by the dwarves one by one.

"I think he's just worried that he won't have much to do if he asks you to help. Naria made a perfunctory joke. Eren had reminded her not to get the Silvertooth Dwarves into more trouble, meaning not to tell Mork too much.

But Mork Brass was never an easy dwarf. He shook his head at Naria, his eyes clear and sharp, hidden under his thick eyebrows, as if he knew everything.

Naria twisted her face in embarrassment, muttering words in her mouth, pretending to count the number of people caught.

Seventeen in total...... It would also be a hassle to get so many people back to Collins.

"I got Alan a boat. "It's right at the edge of the forest," said Mork, "at the old Hilburn Ferry, and Santik will bring you there—I must rush back to Charlinghall, for the old king is becoming more and more like a child, and I cannot be gone for long." ”

Naria nodded, both regretful and relieved. She bent down again and hugged the dwarf hard, and couldn't help but sigh: "I really want to go to the ice field with you again, drink a few glasses of savage honey, and then lie in the snow and look at the stars." ”

The journey to find Isis a few months ago was arduous and treacherous...... But it's so simple that it's nostalgic. She thought it would be the only adventure of her life, but she didn't expect it to be the beginning of all adventures.

"Remember your words, girl. Mock smiled and patted her arm, "I'll definitely come to you...... However, if you want someone to watch the stars with you, it's best to call the elves, because I'm afraid I'll just lie on the snow and snore. ”

Naria laughed loudly, and the clouds that had been piling up in her heart for many days dissipated in laughter, at least for this moment.

Hilborn was landed hundreds of years ago by the Silver Tooth Dwarves who migrated from the Black Rock Mountains by water. The dwarves built ferries here, and for a hundred or two hundred they traded with the human villages on the other side of the river, until they gradually developed into a city, the city of Kam, and the rulers of the city, in consultation with the dwarves, built a bridge in the narrowest part of the river that was tall and strong enough for the ships on the river to pass.

The Hilborn Ferry was abandoned, but what the dwarves built was always strong, and hundreds of years later, the pier is still in use. When she stepped out of the forest and saw the equally sturdy medium-sized cargo ship by the pier, Naria couldn't help but quicken her pace.

"Alan!"

She screamed, but it was someone she didn't expect when she stepped out of the cabin to greet her.

“...... Scott?" she asked, confused, "why are you here?"

After spending that thrilling underground trip to Madame Raven's castle together, she hates Scott less than she - and he saves her and Cesiana's lives anyway.

"Come and take you and Alan back to the Collins Temple. Scott replied bluntly.

"What's wrong?" his expression made Narya unable not to worry, "Are Ed and Iss alright?"

Scott smiled comfortingly at her, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all.

"I'll talk about it later. He said, frowning slightly as he turned his gaze to the man behind her who was being escorted by the dwarves to the trestle.

"I know you're amazing...... But you probably won't be able to teleport all of them back to the Collins Temple?" Narya was a little smug for some reason, "You can take Eren and their leader back first, and leave Akan and I to take the rest back to Visa by boat." ”

With her, Akhan, the mage Gudeir, and the two warriors, without the help of the dwarves, they should be able to bring back this ship of people who may know the truth after the fog of Mayday.

“...... Let's get on board first. Scott was noncommittal.

Eren stepped out of the cabin, looked at the captives with gloomy faces as they were escorted aboard, and smiled approvingly at Naria.

Naria was a little embarrassed - to be honest, she didn't seem to do anything particularly useful other than to prevent Goodyear from killing one or two people in her anger, or getting into a fight with her own companions.

Once again, they thanked the dwarves. Santik's expression of amazement made Nalya feel a little amused, the young dwarf was in full energy, and in addition to knocking stones in the mines, he probably also looked forward to more opportunities to knock on the heads of his enemies.

"Uh...... Who's going to sail the ship?" Nalya suddenly remembered the question as she stepped up to the deck and saw the piles of ropes and sails, "Or do we have to rely on Goodyer's spells to steer the ship?"

It wasn't easy for her to shake off the shadow of the last shipwreck, and she didn't want to do it again.

"No, you don't. Scott replied, looking around at the people on deck, "That's all?"

Naria nodded a little dazedly, and before she could speak, the scenery changed in front of her in an instant.

On the riverbank, a dwarf shouted in surprise and pointed at the boat on the water—but in the blink of an eye, the deck was empty.

(To be continued......)