Walking among the cluttered tents, Chris greeted the acquaintances with his youthful smile. The young adventurer had short brown hair and amber eyes, and although there were a few faint freckles on his cheeks, it did not affect his handsome appearance too much, but made people feel more approachable.

The vast majority of the brave guys who do nothing in the adventurer's business, who are willing to be depraved but shameless, regard their own failure experience as their own capital to stand in the team, whenever they see a newcomer as eye-catching and youthful and energetic as Chris, they can't help but want to frustrate this simple beauty in person, so that young people who don't know the height of the sky can experience what is called the cruelty of reality.

Chris has never been treated in any way that embarrasses him, as his cousin Crane Enric is the co-leader of the party of more than 100 adventurers. In this piece, which was improvised by the three sects and nine streams, more than a hundred experienced warriors were already a force that no one could ignore. For a variety of reasons, Chris is a little immature as an adventurer, but the environment around him is relatively safe, and no blind guy will touch this mold on a whim.

Seventeen-year-old Chris decided to follow his cousin's team across the moors to the distant forest valleys, not entirely out of curiosity and the whims of young people. Whenever the young men of the Enric family reach adulthood, they choose to leave the family territory and find an area that interests them to practice. This tradition is also related to the relatively long history of the Enric family in human society. The history of this family, which is not well-known in the city-state, can be traced back to the era when the Galandia coalition resisted the demon invasion. During the war, Enric absorbed a lot of young blood that had already made a name for himself at that time. After the defeat of the demons, this family of many human warriors had to raise the butcher's knife to the former alien alliance because of their position, but in the era of fighting side by side with the orcs, Enric learned a lot of excellent traditions and experiences from their allies.

Letting the young people in the family out and letting them out of the family's control to a certain extent is one of the many measures that have achieved very obvious results. Similar rules have kept the Enric family alive for more than four hundred years after the war, and it is a long history compared to other city-states and lords that have been decaying and being eliminated. Although this small family is not very large, it is not well-known among the human city-states, and it is rarely revealed.

Compared to his twenty-six-year-old brother Crane Clane, it still seems a little premature for the young Chris to join such a team. What made him make this decision was actually unconfirmed news, another cousin of his, a young man who had set off with a small group of adventurers a year earlier, was rumored to have been brutally executed by some local evil lord for some unintentional offense in the demon territory at the western entrance to the Elven Kingdom.

The purpose of Crane's leading team through the wasteland this time is also to verify the authenticity of this news, and the Enric family naturally will not bother to take revenge because of a young man with potential in a side family. But why that excellent young man died, there should always be an exact explanation for his relatives. What's more, Anrique, who rose in the Demon Invasion War back then, was also very curious about Andrari, who landed on the border of the Whispering Forest.

The entire human team's camp was scattered along the western bank of the Emerald River, and Enric's adventurers were stationed at the back of the group, closer to the exit from the forest, where the open terrain allowed them to react quickly to any change.

Crane and his warriors were the first to arrive, but before they could reach the forest exits, hundreds of scattered forces had already gathered. These bombast creatures have already been informed that they will be joined by a steady stream of teams that will conspire to banish the evil demons from Garlandia's "legendary cause".

Things would turn out like this, to the surprise of Crane, who had been on a fast pace, and when his party settled down and began to inquire about the nearby adventurers, Crane discovered that there must be some kind of conspiracy hidden in it, which may be inferior or profound. If you think about it a little more carefully, everyone understands that it is an excuse that is simply untenable. The Whispering Forest has been a traditional sphere of influence for elves since the beginning of history, and the elves who live here are indifferent, and it is not the turn of humans on the other side of the wasteland to do anything. Looking at the undisciplined guys gathered at the entrance of the forest, they are all just speculators who want to take advantage of this opportunity to make a profit. Like Enrique, there are very few who are really worried about the existence of demons, and Crane has already known through his spies how unbelievably high Andrari's gates are, and the terrain of the riverside that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Based on the gang of guys he saw in front of him, he was afraid that no matter how many or three times the number was, it would be difficult to touch the other party's city.

Such a subtle form made Crane's plan to fully spread his men into Andrarui had been put on hold, and he was very sure that as long as the demons in the riverside city were not idiots, they would be extremely sensitive to the large number of humans entering the city at this juncture. It had never been Crane's habit to treat the lives of his soldiers as expendables for the sake of uncertain news, so he had to patiently prepare a game of war with the rabble.

Stepping lightly over a puddle of dirty water, Chris subconsciously straightened the sea in front of his forehead, and then he realized that his long silky hair had already been trimmed to the length of a comb that he now didn't need at all when he set off a few months ago.

The companions standing guard at the edge of the camp spotted the leader's thin but innocent brother, and greeted enthusiastically: "Chris, have you left the camp for anything?"

"I want to go to the forest to see if there are any rabbits. The young adventurer smiled shyly, for in the space of a few days he had left the camp alone several times under the same pretext, but had never caught the fruits of his imagination.

"Do you need me to come with you?" the middle-aged soldier standing guard kindly asked, after all, the leader's younger brother returned empty-handed every time he left the camp, although no one under the leader's command would laugh at this young man who looked a little weak, but the middle-aged man with long-term hunting experience still felt that he could introduce some useful experience to Chris.

"Thank you, I'm just a little bored in the camp and want to get out and about. Chris rejected his companion's offer with his kind smile, and walked with light steps around some of the shrubs that hid filth, and walked happily and easily into the woods not far away.

Some disgusting men choose to release their excrement by the river or not far from the camp, and Chris has even seen someone "release water" into the Emerald River in front of him. If it weren't for his brother's desire for him to get used to the vulgar and rude behavior of these adventurers, Chris would have stayed in his solo tent all day long. As a well-educated member of a family, he could not be as safe and convenient as those vulgar men, so he had to hide in the forest every time under the helpless excuse of a rabbit.

Rounding a few fir trees and a few shrubs, Chris craned his neck to find a relatively hidden place. Just before unbuckling his belt, he cautiously squinted his beautiful amber eyes and carefully looked around his surroundings until he was sure that there were nothing out of the ordinary, and then Chris crouched under the cover of the bushes......

With a shy murmur, Chris finally released the filth that had accumulated in his body for a day, and just as he took out the thick leaves that he had prepared and frowned to complete the final cleanup, a slight noise behind him caught his attention.

Because of the large number of humans stationed near the river, the large beasts in the vicinity have long been driven away, and the predators who think they are powerful and vainly trying to fight back against the humans have either become food for the adventurers or have fled the area in embarrassment after receiving a lesson. The only ones left undisturbed are the rabbits that call the burrows home and the wide variety of birds in the trees.

Slightly flustered, scraping the last heads and tails with leaves, Chris lifted his pants while trying to find the imaginary Mr. Rabbit, but when he turned around, he saw a taller figure than him.

At this moment, two slender and powerful hands grabbed his neck and mouth respectively, and the only thing that launched a surprise attack on the young adventurer was the same thing he imagined.

He has the same long ears as Mr. Rabbit - it's an elf!

Arrett pressed a sharp steel dagger against the young human's neck, whispering in his captive's ear in a lingua franca warning: "Keep resisting, and the dagger will pierce your delicate neck!"

Chris burst into tears in panic, the elf behind him let go of his gagged mouth, and instead pinched his hands from behind, the sharp blade against his neck made Chris dare not cry out for help, but the hand that pinched his wrist was like an iron hoop, no matter how he broke free.

"Pants, pants!" Chris whispered eagerly.

The elven ranger, who felt strange, looked down at the human captive's line of sight, and a flash of embarrassment flashed on his expressionless face, and Arret lowered his voice and beckoned to his side: "Golia, I need your support!"

The short sound of branches and fallen leaves made the female ranger fall from her hidden branches to the ground, and her tone was rather disapproving: "How many are these?

Arrett didn't speak, just looked at the female ranger who was whining alone with an expressionless face, restricting the movements of the young humans without the slightest relaxation.

Gloria walked around to the two of them, and after a quick glance, she discovered the origin of Arret's embarrassment, and the female ranger calmly pulled up Chris's pants to cover the part that made the young ranger feel uncomfortable, and then began to express her dissatisfaction: "This is a time of war, and caring about such a little defense of men and women may have a serious impact on the mission and even the safety of yourself and your teammates!"

Arrett looked serious but did not speak, unable to refute the lesson of the female ranger.

"Call Martha over and disguise the scene. Goliath skillfully took the gum sticker from her waist bag, tied it tightly to the captive's mouth, and then tied the opponent's hands and feet together with ropes. During the whole process, the dagger in Arret's hand did not shake a bit, and Chris's companion was hundreds of steps away from the forest, but she did not ask for help from the beginning to the end.

First of all, this is because she was captured by the rumored elves who never kill innocents indiscriminately, and the other party captured her just to get some useful information. Then, the humans stationed by the river had nothing to do with her, and Chris wouldn't have the slightest burden in betraying them.

As for Crane and his warriors, Chris knew that his brother was far more mature and stable than he was, and even if the rabble didn't make it out of the forest, Crane would use his keen sense of the situation to make the most appropriate response. If he fails to do so, he will end up with the same fate as his cousin who disappeared into Andrari and himself.

At the moment when the elven ranger was put on the shoulder, the young man seemed to see a strong black beast in his rapidly shaking vision, shining the fangs of the terrifying creature through the light spots in the canopy, and the dull pupils were full of cruel wildness - this seemed to be an unusually cunning beast, different from the guys the team had seen in the previous days.

Although Chris kept telling himself that he would be okay in the end, it was inevitable that the young Miss Human was already starting to panic.