Labyrinths made of shrubs, to be honest, don't have much effect in the first place. The reason is simple, the shrubs that are walls are not impenetrable, and if the person trapped in the maze insists on tearing through the bushes and rushing out, they will only suffer some injuries. Such a labyrinth is perfectly fine as a pastime for summer nights, but it is difficult to expect it to be protective, either as a wall of dividing bushes that is thick enough, or because the branches of the shrubs are poisonous. Even so, it would take only a fire or a thick boar to break through such a defense from the outside. Unless, it has concealment beneath the surface.

In terms of size, Cheese and Atta are not very different, although there are differences between men and women, but the mage belongs to the thin type, although he gained some weight in the valley, in general, he is still not as good as the more muscular men, if there is no robe, his whole person will give people a somewhat unconvincing feeling. In contrast, although the female swordsman has more developed muscles due to habitual reasons, the slender skeleton of the woman does not make her feel strong, on the contrary, the frequent but not heavy exercise gives her body an unusual feminine vitality. This is similar to Elsa.

Therefore, if it is a corridor that Cheese can pass through smoothly, there is no reason why Atta would have a hard time. But it was the case, as she went deeper into the labyrinth, the more she went, the narrower the distance between the bushes, as if she had no intention of leaving a place to walk. And it's not a mix of protruding sharp branches and thorny stems and leaves, which can be pulled onto clothes and even scratch bare skin if you are not careful.

No one needs to be reminded, and there is no need for fairy vision to figure out, it's clear that this labyrinth is aimed at her. The swordswoman carefully walked sideways through a narrow opening, and when she was halfway there, she found that some of her clothes in front of her front and back were stuck in the branches of the bushes, hindering her movement in this difficult position. Even, I don't know if it's an illusion, as the breeze in the forest blows the branches and leaves, the shrubs in front and behind her are still growing slowly, and there is a momentum to close together. Worst of all, due to the location, Atta was unable to draw her saber or reach the knife she carried with her in this environment.

"She's trapped!" "Trapped!" "Hee-hee, look at her embarrassed look!" "Embarrassed! Helpless! Like a tumbled turtle!"

Thin, somewhat malicious banter whispers flowed down the cracks in the bushes into Atta's ears. She was stunned for a moment, and it took a few seconds to realize that the language of the whispers was among the elves. This would explain what happened to her now, and the lush vegetation was indeed a paradise for the elves. Especially the little goblins that are about the size of insects, they do not show up in front of people, but they have a childlike desire for pranks, but this kind of pranks are also childlike, often innocent and cruel. In the country legend, there are not a few people who die because of the mischief of the goblins and even implicate their families.

"You... You—" Atta opened her mouth and tried to use the language of the elves to talk to the initiators, the goblins were very timid, and it was enough to scare them away if they realized that the subject of the prank knew of their existence and knew that they were the culprits. But the goblin language is not so easy to use, and what you can understand and what you say does not correspond in language. So she tried hard to make a sound, but she couldn't get the right tone in her throat. This turns her efforts into a struggle for drowning in the eyes of the leprechaun. The little ones hiding in the bushes laughed out loud and didn't care in the slightest.

At this moment, Atta, who had always been mild-tempered, also felt anger burning in her body, and she now understood why most people showed subtle expressions when they mentioned goblins, and they were not to blame. Goblins are a group of people who have no ability to empathize, and their egos are extremely closed, and all judgments of likes and dislikes are born only from this. When they help others, they do so because they find it funny, and when they hurt others, they do so because they are funny. Such beings, even if they speak the same language, cannot really communicate, because they don't care about other people's lives and feelings, so they become unpredictable and dangerous.

With this rage, she reached behind her waist and grasped the hilt of Flaclag's sword, despite the pain of the scratching of her arm. Magic sword, slightly unsheathed. It was not only the blade that was pulled out, but also the magic unique to the fairy sword. The smaller the thing, the more sensitive it became, and the little goblins who were giggling all fell silent for a moment. At this point, the setting sun finally disappeared into the shadows of the mountains with the last of its afterglow, and Atar's sky-blue eyes regained their abilities. At this moment, the laughter just now immediately turned into a shrunken exclamation, and the bush that bound the female swordsman immediately relaxed, and she passed through it three or two times.

"Get out!" Atta spat out the word between his teeth, not entirely out of emotional catharsis, but rather in its pronunciation. Regardless of the language, these words tend to be short, short, and powerful. When the little goblins heard this, they immediately dispersed, and the shrub labyrinth, which had just exuded a strange atmosphere, suddenly turned back into a landscape that only played a decorative role. Now that I think about it, the reason why Cheese didn't encounter a prank through the labyrinth is mostly because of the magic on the gray robe that can't be completely hidden, and the goblins only need to look at it from a distance to know that this human can't be provoked.

After cleaning up the obstacles, Atta didn't spend much time making his way through the maze. In front of her was the exit of the labyrinth, facing the dilapidated logging hut, dimly lit as before. As long as you enter this room, the task of taking the woman inside is completed. But if things were really that simple, would Cheese have told him so much before leaving?Atta took a breath and pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword. Calculate the time, if there is no fault on Jian Qi's side, the river monster should have been subdued, then her opponent, the guy who provided the river monster magic loom, will most likely come to recover this precious magic item. According to the mage's wishes, if the loom could not be saved, it would be destroyed even if it could not be saved, after all, it was connected to the lives of a town, and if it was easily taken, it would inevitably leave a future.

Reconfirm her surroundings, and when the elf's vision is restored, the darkness will not be an obstacle in front of her. Atta walked out of the maze and slowly approached the hut. The sound of the loom can be heard here, and it is not small, so it seems that the labyrinth is probably still soundproofed. The swordswoman thought about it for a moment, and decided to take a safe look at the room through the window, but just as she was about to turn to the side where the light was projecting, a figure happened to come out of the corner of the hut. Since both sides walked without making a sound, they didn't react until they almost bumped into each other, and at the same time retreated in the direction they came.

For a moment, with remarkable dark vision, Atta was able to see some of the details of the thing, and it was certain that it wasn't human.