Act 143: The Hope of Gentle Words (Part 1)

The little girl's eyes are like dusty emeralds, hiding a deep thrilling green with the power of life spreading from the inside.

Her small, delicate, seemingly malnourished hands held Antitina on one and Roman on the other, and she stood on the ground with her white knees barefoot, biting her lip and looking at him.

Brando was slightly stunned.

In his eyes, the long green hair seemed to be a newborn vine, and in the darkness set off the dusty little face, and was full of a weak, timid taste—but the little girl's gaze did not dodge, but only looked at him with some caution.

"What is this?"

Emerald eyes, in the entire Vajnd world, except for the forest elves, can only be possessed by the purest Senia - the people of the tree; But the long green hair that hung down to the waist like a waterfall was so glaring that it almost made the young man think that it was a young god.

In Amber Sword, he had only seen one NPC with such long, almost pure green hair.

The Messenger of the Tree.

"What Akane snatched from those cavalrymen, maybe from a nearby village." Antitina replied, bowing her head and carefully brushing the hair on the little girl's forehead.

Brando looked up, "She's from Senia, you know?" ”

"What's that, Brando?" Little Roman asked as he took the little girl's hand and winked.

"Senya?" Antitina's hand shrank subconsciously, but she hesitated for a moment before completing her move. The little girl was stunned, raised her head and glanced at her with emerald green eyes, and the eyes of the noble daughter were a little complicated.

Rumors have circulated in many regions about these 'green people', and it is widely said that these Senians have the disease of bestial people, so that most people are reluctant to come into contact with these 'wild people' of the forest, let alone the nobility.

In extreme areas, people even supported the burning of these infidels to prevent the spread of bestial diseases.

But Brando lowered his head, slowed his tone, like the Waynds used to appease little children, and then looked at the little girl and asked, "What's your name?" ”

For young people, the Senia are no different from the Eruin, the Cruz. Although the history of the Senians had been closed off for centuries by hiding in the forests of the south during the war against the dark dragons seven or eight centuries ago - their backwardness was seen by the civilized world as self-inflicted - this history was more like an abstract symbol in the background for Brando.

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

"She doesn't speak Cruz." Antitina replied.

Brando wasn't surprised, he nodded and straightened up: "It's okay, I know about where she's from." I'm a little weird though. Antitina nodded her head to show that she understood his strangeness, and since she knew that the little girl was from Senia, she also wondered why the noble cavalry had such kindness and did not put the little Senian girl to death.

Not to mention the barbarism of Tonigel, even in the hinterland of the kingdom, the execution of a Senian by the army was in accordance with most regulations.

Brando stood tall and looked around.

"We'll take her to Green Village."

"Green Village?"

"Yes."

"What's that?"

"A Senia village," Brando looked around, picked up a cavalry sword from the ground, shook it, and then put it back in its sheath: "It's just south of here, about half a day's journey—"

"Senia's village, what are we going to do there?" The noble daughter frowned and whispered, "This little girl should find someone to send her back, lordship, Senia ......"

She was about to say something, only to see Brando wave at her.

"Your Lord," Antitina objected, frowning, "That's a Senya, and it won't do you any good if you let outsiders know that we've dealt with them—"

"Your reputation ...... such an adult"

The girl's brow furrowed slightly, and she suddenly remembered that the little girl of the Senia tribe was still at her hand. Although she knew that the other party might not understand her words, she still subconsciously stopped.

"No, Antitina," Brando interrupted, replying, "but that's where we're going." ”

"What?" Antitina froze.

The young man nodded, to find Valhalla, he had to not only go to Green Village, but also rely on the help of those Senians. Mistress Martha had done him a great favor by sending the little girl to him, and the Senyans, though closed-minded, had a simple affection for true friends that the mountain people shared.

It takes the Guò Senia to get in touch with the druids in the forest.

Druid, Brando thought to himself, it was another race that was almost as reclusive as the Silver Elves, if not earlier. As early as 350 years ago, their footprints were extinct in the civilized world.

"Brando, what are the Senians?" Roman grabbed the little girl's hand, saw that his question was not answered, and couldn't help but blink and ask again.

"It's a long story," said Brando, smiling slightly, and raised her hand to scratch her nose - causing Miss Merchant's little eyebrows to step back and forth. At last the young man replied, "But the elves have a name for them." ”

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

"Werewolves?" Miss Merchant's eyes widened with curiosity: "I've heard of them"

The young man looked down, and he noticed that when he mentioned the Elvish word 'at'zon', the little girl was visibly reactive. She looked up and looked at him with a pair of eyes that looked like emeralds.

In the eyes, the green is so deep.

The Green Village mentioned by Brando was probably an unfamiliar name to most of the Eruin region or to the compilers of topographic maps. In the latest edition of the administrative map of the Year of the Candle and the Dagger, compiled by the order of Obergu VII, there are as many as 450 towns, villages, and manors in the kingdom, but not a single one of them bears the name of 'Green Village'.

But the young man knows this place.

This Senia settlement on the border.

In fact, in the Silver Year, some more than a decade later, it was here that their adventure party to the Kalanga Mountains set out. But the situation was different then than it is now.

They rode through the cultivated fields carved out by the Senians at the edge of the forest, and saw the fields cut down along the forest in strips of clearing, and the faint sunlight through the tall black pine trees, and the bunches hanging down on the creatures of the men.

It's as quiet as an empty dream.

Brando remembers in his memory, from here to the distance, patches of meadows; Except for the road that stubbornly winds out of the forest under the horses' hooves, a trace of artificiality has long been lost to the traces of time.

His gaze looked over the fields and could almost see the river beach behind him. He remembered that it was a colony of creeping demons in their early thirties, and it had taken a lot of effort for the group to cross the Black Forest.

However, the damage caused by the previous raid of the noble cavalry brought him back to reality, and he first saw a broken fence, horses passing through the fields, and crops being knocked to the ground, as if they were the traces of a herd of wild boars crossing the border.

"These damn guys." A gray wolf mercenary cursed in a low voice.

Mercenaries like them, most of whom come from mountain people, are either hunters in the mountains or simply farmers. Of course, the nobles who seemed high above them would not understand that these crops were just a part of those who depended on them for their livelihood.

However, as if echoing his words, the group went round the fence and saw a woman in a tattered linen shirt sitting on her knees, hiding her face and sobbing quietly in front of a ruined field.

And a man, who seemed to be her husband, was holding a rake in his hand, his brow furrowed at the qiē. When he saw a group of people coming out from behind the fence, he was slightly stunned, and then his face changed and he immediately put the rake across his chest: "Yasha, run away, they're back again"

After saying that, he pounced on him with a low roar.

Unfortunately, before he could make any further moves, he was already swept away by Akane on the horse, who was riding a halberd, with the long handle of the war halberd. The red-haired girl frowned, she didn't expect the other party to be so vulnerable, and she realized that the other party might be just an ordinary farmer, so she turned over and dismounted to help the other party up. But before she could make a move, she felt like she was being hugged by surprise-

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

The man obviously had no intention of doing so, and he saw his wife hugging Akane, his eyes were red, and he let out a low growl and fought again.

The low roar was close to that of a beast.

However, he immediately felt a sharp spear against his throat, and he looked at the spear, looking at the cold amber eyes of the red-haired girl, and subconsciously stunned, and couldn't help but shiver.

The whole person's movements also involuntarily froze.

"Fool."

Akane said coldly.

"I can't do it." She put down her halberd, and then flung it to the side—a bolt of lightning, and a tall black pine fell to the ground.

The whole process, the people at the horse witnessed the whole process motionlessly, as if they were spectators; Even if he is a mercenary, he doesn't necessarily have a good impression of the Senias, only Roman, who is always full of curiosity when he blinks.

And the man seemed to have just come to his senses, he didn't understand why Akane didn't kill himself, but his legs were weak, and he almost subconsciously wanted to sit back. But at this time, a small voice came from the crowd:

"IzzJol" (Elvish: Uncle Jol)

The man named Joel was stunned, barely believing his ears, and he looked back in disbelief at the little girl with long green hair in Roman's arms, almost thinking that he was delusional.

The woman behind Akane couldn't help but let go of her hand at some point, and asked in a daze: "Phnia, you, why are you here, didn't they ...... you?" ”

“IzzJol，Esovoizztam。” (Elvish: Uncle Yoel, they saved me.) ）

The little girl replied in a whisper, word by word, as ethereal as if a breeze was passing through the forest, making the wind chimes sound.

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(PS. There was something wrong yesterday, it was delayed, and I didn't even send a notification, sorry.)