When he awoke, Bibo found himself lying on the side of the Sun-By-Day Avenue, and the bushes provided him with a very nice place to be undisturbed by animals and travelers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After getting up, Bibo stretched his waist and slept in the open for a month, making him look like a vagabond, and he could no longer sleep outside, Bibo thought to himself, today he had to find an inn anyway, and he was about to enter the Secret Whisper Forest, in the forest, except for the tents of caravans and travelers, they would never find any place to rest, of course, provided that they could relax their vigilance with peace of mind.

Bibo had a strong desire for a good dinner, a soft bed, and better a hot bath, and if he could, a good night's sleep for three days and three nights. But he knew that he had to get to the west as soon as possible, and in recent days the people on the road had stopped talking about the misfortunes of the town as he had been when he had just left the town of Kabos.

The orc invasion caused the entire continent to seem like a panic, but it didn't take long for the talk to focus on getting the rest of the journey done as quickly as possible before winter set in, or a hostess in a tavern.

Sparse pine trees had begun to appear on both sides of the road, and Bibo knew that by tomorrow he would actually step into the fabled forest, and that almost no one would be able to leave the daily avenue that ran through the forest and then leave safely. It is said that the elves cast a spell on their forest to prevent outsiders from entering.

But in fact, in addition to their different appearances from humans, they will also rest and drink in hotels like humans, but in their usual way, quiet and graceful, but they will continue to travel in the middle of the night, and their observation will be more acute in the dark.

If only Sam were here, Bibo secretly imagined that this guy would be very excited, and maybe he would really go into the forest to find the legendary Wizard's Paradise. Every day he thinks of Sam, and his eyes moisten. He swore to avenge Sam, the orc tribe slaughtered so many people in his hometown, even if he couldn't go to the Temple of Light for the rest of his life, even if he was incognito like his father, he couldn't forget this deep hatred, so he wanted to hurry up to the Rust Defense Station, there, even if he didn't hear from his father, at least he could join the strongest legion on the continent to avenge the dead in his hometown and Sam!

Thinking of this, Bibo couldn't help but speed up his pace, anger made him unable to calm his heart, he habitually touched the magic crystal badge hanging on his chest, Agnes and Taiban didn't know if there was a smooth escape, from the travelers' mouths, Bibo learned that after the town was invaded, Fort Santeny entered a state of alert to meet the enemy, the scouts galloped on the plain every day, everyone thought that this would become the first stop to stop the orc tribe, and a great battle would be born here, and the army would not stop gathering, Even the dwarven tribes far to the north, an expeditionary force began to set out, and later it was discovered that in addition to the attacks of more and more low-level monsters, the orcs seemed to have stopped attacking, and they were not fighting together, and the half-orcs did not seem to have the tactics and awareness to invade the town of Kavos, and Fort Santeny could not wait for this encounter.

Agnes, Tayban, and even Jerome the bastard, there is no news, and it is no wonder that these ordinary travelers, the guards of the caravan, are all the lowest people on the continent, for them, it is basically impossible to know so many nobles and magicians, except for a few big families, they know the name of the lord of the land to which they belong at most.

I hope to find a hotel before dark, Bibo tightens his body with a cloak, the season has entered autumn, and there is a lot of rain this year, looking at the gradually darkening sky, Bibo is not willing to pour another soup chicken, the fat guy in his pocket gives the money left 3 silver coins, a dinner, a bed, and the rest is estimated to be able to buy a large bag of dry food, cured meat, bread, roast chicken and a large pot of sour wine, you can't bring beer on a long journey, it will stink in less than two days. You also need a thick cloak, like the kind of caravan guards, and on a damp and cold night in the forest, you can find a branch and wrap it up for a good night's sleep.

Twilight had arrived, and the early autumn rain had finally slid down the treetops, making a rustling sound. Bibo curled up, lightly avoiding puddles of water, his teeth and hands trembling from the rain and cold wind, and his black linen cloak was already soaked. I still have to walk for a while, but I hope I can find a place to rest before it gets completely dark, and the more I think about it, the more I feel cold in my hands and feet, beer, sour ale, beef stew...... Whatever you want...... He couldn't help but speed up his pace, it would take more than a month to reach the Rust Defense Station from east to west through the Whispering Forest, counting on an inferior knife at hand, but it was not so easy to wait for sufficient food supplies, and Bibo began to regret that he had not started preparing earlier.

While he was thinking wildly, Bibo suddenly noticed that a vague, tall figure appeared at the turn of the muddy road. He couldn't help but slow down, his right hand slowly pulled out the dagger, hidden under the cloak, the shadow was like a rider, on the back of a brown and black horse, the face was hidden in the black cloak hood could not be distinguished, and the end of the metal gauntlet was a half-human high broad-edged sword.

The shadow began to move slowly towards him, and when it was over, Bibo felt that he could barely move, and he couldn't help but think of the story he had heard in the Little Dagger Tavern about the Necro Knight, who began to roam the forest every night and kill the hapless travelers.

Five meters away from him, the horse stopped and exhaled white air, "Look, in such weather, will the little raccoon not find its home?" Or is it a wandering fox trying to steal a turkey? ”

The strange voice under the black robe made him feel horrified. Bibo's throat tightened, "I'm not wandering around, I'm a traveler with a purpose, I'm going to the Rust Defense Station." ”

"In the Whispering Forest of this season, there are hungry foxes roaming everywhere, and they are cunning and hateful! Say, "Who are you?" The shadow drew his sword and headed straight at Bibo.

"I'm just an ordinary person, the orcs attacked my hometown, only I escaped, I want to go to the defense post, I want to join the legion to avenge my relatives with my own hands!" Bibo said hatefully, through the longsword shield mark on the broad-bladed sword, he knew that this black-clothed knight should be someone from the Rust Defense Station.

"Nonsense, the usual trick of thieves and Brotherhood, stand still, put away your dagger, and come with me!" The black knight slammed the reins and turned to the forest, "If you dare to slip away, I'll screw your head!" ”

"Very well, I hope you don't put the captives to death. I still have some strength and can work. Bibo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then it depends on your raccoon's luck, the people of Rust will care if your meat is tender or not." The black knight's voice was shrill and harsh, and Bibo began to worry about whether he would really meet the necromantic knight, and he shook his head and smiled bitterly, how he became like Sam.

He could barely make out the direction of the road, and the black knight did not hurry, bypassing a huge sweater beech tree and stepping onto another path that was equally muddy. Brian followed closely, and the surroundings were as quiet as ever, and the mud splashes from the horses' hooves hit him, "Is there a place to rest ahead?" Bibo wrapped himself in a cloak, feeling cold and hungry, and his toes were numb.

The man in black did not reply, and Bibo saw a stone double-storey building, the windows were shining, and there were already many horses munching oats in the stables, and it was evident that almost all of their owners were from the army. Bibo secretly rejoiced that if he had been walking along the Avenue of the Sun, he would have missed the warm and dry bed tonight.

The man in black tended his horses, his broadblade sword sheathed and behind his back, he pointed to the door of the inn and motioned for Bibo to enter, "I'll let you speak, boy, you'll see the methods of our Rust Guard."

Stepping through the door of the Whisper Hotel, Bibo felt more and more hungry, and the hall was brightly lit, and the bustling people were holding their glasses and feasting.

The black-clad Rust Legion was recognizable, they were rapidly consuming the inn's liquor, their polished cuirass reflecting the candlelight, the insignia of their swords and shields gleaming, and everyone laughed as they looked at a big-nosed dwarf who was intently tossing three empty flasks on the long table.

"Haha, the dwarves in the cave can actually juggle." A Rust guard had a bushy beard stained with beer scrap. "Are you really a dwarf? Or is it a circus miscellaneous dwarf who was sent here to have some fun?"

"Haha......"

"you!" The dwarf at the long table stopped, snatched the glass of the neighbor and took a big sip, "Dwarves are born warriors, watch your head." My axe only needs a swing to cut it down. ”

"Haha, you're not as tall as your axe......"

Everyone laughed even harder, and the dwarf took off his bronze helmet and sat down on the long table, squinting his eyes, sniffing his big nose, and snorting and pouring another beer, "Uh...... Hmph, have the ability to compare ......."

Only the innkeeper noticed that business had come to the door, and the man in black had just sat down at an empty table, when he spread his hands helplessly and said, "Ah, you see, these crows drink wine as water, and there is only beer left in the moldy cellar, and there are some vegetable broth and dry bread in the kitchen. ”

"Whatever you want! Bring him a big glass of ale! The man in black took off his hood, "Tell me the truth, boy!" ”

Bibo was stunned, no wonder he always thought that the voice of the man in black was strange, and what was revealed in the hood was the face of a real woman, under the wet brown chestnut curls, the pale blue eyes were large and bright, the chin was pointed, and there was a small but sexy red mole on the side of the lip that was slightly mocking and slightly tilted to the side.

"Hey! Look, everyone! Surene! "Someone spotted them," Rust's best hunter is back! See what prey she brought back? ”

"A lost raccoon." The huntress smiled, "Or a hateful thief, a thief."