Leon in the woods, led by the elves, made his way deeper into the forest. When he arrived at this place, the chief knight had basically determined that he had left the realm of the blue lion. And although he had fought with elves before, it was the first time that the blood lion had gone so deep into the forest. After all, no commander would be foolish enough to let his troops go into such a place where it would be difficult to walk normally.

"How long do we have to go?" felt his legs feel like they were filled with lead, and the Blood Lion knew that his body was reaching its limit. As a consequence of not being able to rest for too long, the chief knight is now very dull from his surroundings, as if he were looking at things in front of him from a long distance.

Bakham stopped, he had actually noticed the weakness of human beings for a long time, but because of his anger, he never proposed to rest. Now hearing Leon's words, he understands that the other party has reached the limit. But just as the elf was about to say a few more sarcastic words and stop to rest, a muffled sound sounded. The Blood Lion fainted decisively.

When Leon woke up again, it was already night. The cool air and the chirping of insects in the grass make this forest a little more terrifying than during the day. Elves don't make fire, and it's not easy to make fire in such a dense woods. So when the Blood Lion got up from the grass, he saw Bakham sitting under a tree facing him resting. Judging by the elf's breath, he was clearly asleep.

The corpse of the nezumi was not far from the two of them, and after a whole day, the corpse was already somewhat decomposed, and the faint stench was very obvious in the humid air. It is dangerous to let the smell of a corpse in the forest like this, and it will attract the prying eyes of many carnivores. However, judging from the quiet situation around him, Bakam must have used some measures to drive away the beasts around him.

Thinking of the corpse, Leon got up and felt for the pocket he was tethered to his waist, which contained the Gregorian knightly insignia. Due to the limited time during the day, he could only hastily bury the knight, who did not know whether he was friend or foe, in the soil of the jungle, and he did not even have time to say a prayer. The Blood Lion tried to move his hands and feet, and found that there was nothing wrong with it other than the soreness from overactivity, and it seemed that the few hours of sleep had greatly relieved his fatigue.

Creeping away from the tree where the elves were sleeping, Leon walked alone to the woodland not far away. The canopy here is a little sparse, and the moonlight and starlight pours down through the gaps in the leaves, like a silvery pillar of light. The knight walked under the pillar of light and looked down at the knight's insignia in his hand, which looked almost exactly the same as the one he wore on his chest, except for the name engraved on it.

"My deceased comrades-in-arms, may your soul rest in peace, may your body merge into the earth, may your will be inherited......" The prayer at the funeral of the knights of the Grey Lion Kingdom Blood Lion is no longer familiar. This is one of the few chapters that he can memorize as well, for no other reason, as the second head of the Kingdom Knights, he has already presided over the funerals of too many of his colleagues.

Leon's voice was low and steady, and there was a sense of calm in the long, suppressed prayers that came out of his mouth. At this time, he was not a knight, but a preacher preaching. The moonlight gradually deflected, and the pale light shone on the knight's tarnished and torn armor, and with it, countless green points of light slowly brightened up in the forest. These points of light are like small lanterns, emitting a vibrant emerald green light.

The prayer is over. When the blood lion raised its head, it naturally noticed these luminous objects that appeared at some point. But for some reason, Leon was not the slightest wary of these points of light slowly floating towards him, and he instinctively felt that these little things were kind. The points of light were getting closer and closer, and some were even less than a step in front of the knight's body.

At this time, Leon realized that these points of light were actually something the size of a thumb. They have a rough human form, insect-like wings, and two large eyes that occupy almost a quarter of their face, but they are not scary, they just think they are cute. These little emerald green creatures seemed to be very fond of Leon, and they flew around the knight chief, and some of the more daring ones even stopped on the hands or heads of the blood lions.

"Looks like you're very popular with the forest. Bakham's voice came from behind him. The elf woke up to find that the knight was gone, and followed the traces on the ground to see the current scene.

"What do you mean, who are they?" Hearing the elf's words, Leon slowly turned his body around, although he had tried to minimize the amplitude of this movement, but still let the little ones flying around him scatter a long way at once.

"Be careful, they don't like the armor you wear. Iron, for them is a deadly poison. Bakham said. When the Blood Lion's movements stopped, the green creatures that had flown far away came up again and began to fly up and down around the Knight.

"Afraid of iron, are they goblins?" even the Blood Lion had heard stories about goblins when he was a child. These little ones who love pranks and milk in the story are the companions of all the little ones. They protect young beings from disease and filth, and they also help those who have their favorite traits.

"Elves?" Bakham repeated the word in a strange pronunciation, as if it were the first time he had heard it, "do you call them that? We like to call them the Green Sons." These guys are the embodiment of the will of the forest, and their appearance shows that you have the trait of being loved by the forest. ”

"yes, I didn't expect me to have this kind of talent. Leon smiled and slowly raised his hand to his face, on the back of his hand, a child of green was sitting on it, waving its hand happily.

"It's not a talent to be loved by the Children of Green. They are not interested in a particular type of person, and if they can gather them on their own initiative, and ignore the threat posed by the metal armor on your body, it is a sign that you have a heart that is accepted by nature. The elf said solemnly.

For Bakham, these Green Children are very noble beings, and if they want to use the power of the forest, they must be recognized by the Green Children. This is a test that every elf who aspires to become a ranger must go through, and Bakham's best efforts are only to keep the Green Children from hating him. But the human in front of him was actually favored by the will of the forest, which made the elf's heart uncomfortable.

"If you're well rested, we can get back on our way. Tomorrow before dawn we should be able to meet my mentor. With that, Bakham turned around and walked back the way he came. Surrounded by the Children of Green, the Blood Lion was left at a loss as he knew how to leave without letting the little ones touch the armor.