The next journey was unusually safe, and Hui Gang was still guarding against the next attackers, but no one appeared, and gradually the road was overgrown with weeds, and it could be seen that this road was indeed inaccessible. The steep cliffs along the road are gradually replaced by low hills overgrown with lush trees.

The air was also getting moister, and the monk was reading the books of the church and knew from his old memories that the Duchy of Lan was close to the sea, and the air was warm and humid, which was very different from the dry and cool of the Odan Empire.

Along the way, the self-proclaimed sixty-five-year-old elf Jiani did not show any steadiness, and played with Xiao Fei'er all day long, or pestered the monk to laugh, but it was also pleasant.

Although the road was mostly deserted, there were still few traces of people and horses passing on it, and the elf Jiani, as a self-proclaimed assassin, relied on the map and these traces to finally not deviate from the direction.

After five days of marching, when she set up camp at night, the elf Jiani rarely did not chatter there, nor did she laugh with Xiao Fei'er. Looking at the bonfire there for a while, he dropped a sentence:

"There are still two days to go before entering Lanji. ”

Then he didn't say anything all night, and Hui Gang had some vague feelings in his heart, but he didn't say anything either.

The elves remained silent for the rest of the journey, but the road slowed down. Because of the climate on this section of the border between Odan and Lan, it belongs to the terrain of half swamp and half forest, although horses can pass, but there are many mosquitoes and poisonous snakes, as well as various magical beasts, although there are monks who have no safety problems, but Xiao Fei'er is very unsuitable for this humid and sultry weather, and fell ill.

The monk had no choice but to find a relatively dry place in the bushes to settle the little girl. Hui Gang thought for a moment and then said to the female elf:

"You take care of Fei'er here, and I'll go find some dry branches, otherwise it will be very troublesome to come back at night." ”

Jiani was surprised to hear this, and suddenly raised her head to look at the monk, her eyes full of astonishment. Hui Gang didn't say much, just nodded and left.

Xiao Fei'er was a little unconscious, lying there muttering to drink water, the female elf hurriedly took out her water bladder and fed her some water, after feeding, looking at the sleeping girl, Jiani seemed to be in a contradiction, and wanted to reach out to touch the sleeping Fei'er, and retracted her hand when she came to her.

Hui Gang had been observing in the dark not far away, and after about an hour, seeing that the female elf was just busy serving Fei'er there, those actions were seen in his eyes, and the monk nodded, and then left.

It is not easy to find dry branches in the humid jungle, speaking of which, monks can sometimes feel that there are some magical beasts around them, but none of these extremely fierce animals encountered when they first came to this world came out to attack, but quickly ran away when they walked in.

After an hour, Hui Gang felt that he had picked up enough branches, and was about to go back, when he heard a violent beast roar not far away, and in the roar, there were rare angry shouts and loud cries for help.

The monk said that it was important to save people, dropped the branches, and flew in that direction through the woods.

The dense jungle did not become an obstacle for Hui Gang, and he quickly felt the scene, and saw that the three people and the two beasts were fighting, and there was a girl who looked like a mage standing on the side, shouting for help.

Hui Gang once encountered this kind of magical beast on the mountain when he came to this world in his possession, although he couldn't name it, but he knew that this kind of magical beast that looked like a big bear could increase the thickness of his skin, and it was infinitely powerful, and it was very difficult to deal with.

The fight below was very exciting, the two demon bears were shining with earth-colored light all over their bodies, and the weapons of the three warriors only caused pain to them, and they didn't even leave any traces.

The three humans, one of the tall swordsmen, danced the big sword with both hands, shouted loudly in his hands, and attacked the two monsters, but the demon bear's armor was thick, his body was flexible, and although the two sides were splashed with sparks, they were not injured.

The other was dressed in that kind of tight clothes, and kept shooting short arrows or darts from the sidelines. Looking at this elf Jiani, who was dressed as if she had gone to church that night, she was either a thief or an assassin, but her feet staggered, as if her legs and feet were not very dexterous, and those things that should have been shot at the weak places were shot at the arms, chest and abdomen of the monster, which were hard to protect, and did not work at all.

The third person was dressed in leather armor, his medium stature gave people a very strong feeling, and he held a wooden stick in his hand, he was the smartest one, and it was obvious that the two demonic beasts cared very much about the wooden stick in his hand, and every time they were knocked down, they roared in pain. And this person always makes up for the flaws of the two companions around him, and always appears where he needs it most.

The monk saw that they were not in danger of their lives for a while, so he didn't go down immediately to save people, so he simply looked at it on the top of the tree, but the martial arts of the two people in front of him made him frown, the swordsman had no strength and flexible skills, but he didn't have skills, he just knew how to hit hard.

The one who fired the hidden weapon on the side was even weaker, not even the slightest accuracy, and often affected the movement of the people around him

The samurai who wielded the great sword had no sense of cooperation at all, and if it weren't for the man who wielded the wooden stick to take over the attack of the demonic beast, he would have been in danger long ago.

But what made the monk cry and laugh the most was the girl who stood there and called for help, the girl's waterfall-like blonde hair was extremely dazzling, very neatly tied, and she was wearing a robe representing the mage, which was very clean and spotless. You can see that the workmanship is excellent.

These are not surprising for a pampered magician on this continent, but in this wet and muddy battlefield, the girl does not know at all that to send out auxiliary or offensive spells to help her teammates, but there is a life-saving scream, it seems very leisurely, if it were not for the roaring monsters and warriors who sacrificed their lives in front of her, just looking at this girl, how could she be like a noble lady coming to an outing.