In the center of the forest is an ancient primeval forest, with deep purple vines coiling down the branches of trees dozens of meters high, with layers of luxuriant branches and leaves, only a little sunlight can shine in, leaving stripes of light and shadow on the mossy ground and stones.

Crunch, a mysterious man in a black robe came to this place with a thick body and a thick fallen leaf, he raised his head slightly, revealing a terrifying face, only to see that his bare skull was without any flesh and blood, and two faint green fires lit up in his hollow eyes, staring at the forest mother tree in front of him.

It's a lich!

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The two of them only had nine silver and fifteen bronze on their bodies, they were poor and pitiful, and the materials obtained from the trolls could undoubtedly provide them with a considerable income, of course, provided that they went to the human city first.

Regarding the general location of the human city, Dia has easily learned from the will of nature, he really feels how important it is to have a good identity when walking the rivers and lakes, just like a druid, he doesn't worry about getting lost wherever he goes, and natural animals will not take the initiative to attack them, such as the saber-toothed tiger just now, he turned his head and left after looking at them, and he didn't dare to have any bold ideas.

"That Ryoma is still behind us. Claire whispered.

Dia looked back and noticed Dia's gaze, and the red figure quickly hid in the bushes, crouching there motionless.

Oh, your striking red scales and crappy camouflage skills have betrayed you a long time ago.

"It probably wants to follow us out of the troll forest, but it's out of the way anyway, so let it go. ”

In this way, the two walked peacefully for a long time.

"There's movement ahead. ”

The two of them stood on guard, their eyes fixed on the woods in front of them, and soon a troll broke into front of them, and when they saw Dia and them, the troll's ugly face showed a look of surprise.

This is a wounded troll, with a lot of wounds and scars on his body that have not fully healed, his right forearm has been cut off by a sharp weapon, and the flesh at the wound is wriggling, and it is rapidly regenerating and healing.

The trolls were stunned, the two of them were happy, how could they bear to let go in the face of the kind trolls who came to send money despite the hardships of the road and their physical disabilities.

Bang the gavel. A fleshy, seemingly innocuous bear paw slapped at the troll, but it didn't pay much attention, just flicked its claws with its remaining left arm, and looked around, waiting for an opportunity to run again.

Then it was slapped to the ground, and its face was full of bewilderment.

Is the bear that powerful!? This is its last thought.

Three arrows followed, a volley of shots at the troll's head, and Dia quickly retreated, making sure that the disgusting liquid that would be splashed wouldn't fall on him.

Bang!... After three muffled sounds, the troll's head, no, he had no head now, what good could it have been to be shot in the head at close range by three bows and arrows as powerful as pistol bullets.

"I wish there were more of these zealous trolls. Dia couldn't get enough of it.

"Huh?!" Claire froze, and she really got you right.

The two looked at each other, there was a problem!

The troll who had just run out was stunned when he saw the two of them, and then turned his head to look at the one lying on the ground, who was running in front of him just now, and laughed at it for running too slowly, but your speed is indeed fast enough, can you not be fast when your brain flowers are flying!

The troll was not spared, and was soon put on a boat bound for the River Styx by the two of them.

Dia and Claire glanced at each other, there was someone in front of them!

Soon, Claire found a trail of footprints, and after looking at the traces that didn't look like footprints for a while, Dia finally gave up on the idea of exercising her tracking skills, and simply asked, "Do you see anything?" “

"Two people, one taller than me, and one about the same size as you. The footprints are not deep, indicating that they are not wearing armor, they should not be Sgretel's people, and their pace is very urgent, they should be in a hurry. “

"You can tell if you're in a hurry or not?"

Claire glanced at him, "Try it yourself in your mud, the difference is obvious." ”

After pondering for a while, Dia said decisively: "Let's take a detour! ”

He really didn't want to get involved in anything anymore, the experience along the way really made him a little tired, and all he wanted now was to hurry to the human city, have a good meal, get a good night's sleep, and then embark on an adventurer career with Claire to find the legendary golden sand city, which is so emotional and exciting to think about.

As for other people's parents, or what grievances and hatreds are there, he is too lazy to care, it is none of his business, he hangs high, and has that time to meddle in things, it is better to think about how he can eat better tomorrow.

Don't be a savior hero, don't be a salted fish who does nothing, just be a "sweet and sour fish" with a taste of life, since he has come, then experience some life and fun that he can't experience in his previous life, this is his goal.

He has no interest in other ideas such as going against the sky, killing gods, and claiming to be the king and hegemon, and he is tired of living like that. Besides, people have provoked you and you have not eaten your rice, so why do you have to kill the gods against the sky.

Under Dia's command, the two moved on a different path, and the dragon horse still followed them from a distance, and Dia tried to use the druid's natural communication skills to talk to it, but it snorted and decisively refused.

Dia was slightly stunned, it turned out to be a little mare.

The left and right roads are idle, Dia throws a few wild fruits at the little mare from time to time, and the little mare often ignores them, and then when Dia turns around and does not pay attention, she quietly and quickly swallows the wild fruit, and when Dia turns around and asks where the wild fruit on the ground goes, another snort sounds.

How, it's quite arrogant.

Claire frowned slightly, "Even in the forest, it would be easy for a Ryoma with the blood of a red dragon to outrun the trolls...... Did this dragon horse really just want to follow us out of the troll forest? ”

As he thought about walking, Claire suddenly became alert, and his perception told him that there were wanderers sneaking around him, and he remained silent, pretending to bend down and scratch his calf, muttering, "Annoying bug." ”

Claire sneered in her heart, and the moment he got up, the cold light flickered, and three handleless daggers shot in three different directions.

Poof, two of the three daggers were hit, staggering the two wanderers out of a stealthy state, one of them was unlucky, the dagger hit him in the left chest, and he died at that time.

The two had fought side by side for so many times, and as early as Claire crouched down and touched her calf, Dia was ready, and the updraft that had been prepared in advance was immediately released on the other wanderer.

The wanderer looked panicked, and turned to run, he never expected that even if he had pulled a distance of thirty yards, the half-elf would be able to sense them accurately!

He was just about to retreat into the shadows, but suddenly he felt a light under his feet, and before he could react, he screamed loudly and was sent high into the air by a strong wind.

Hearing the heart-rending screams of the wanderer, Dia silently thought, "He should be afraid of heights." ”

For this simple moving target, Claire could shoot with her eyes closed, and needless to say, the wanderer turned dead before he hit the ground.

"Still want to run?" Claire pouted as the last wanderer was about to run away, firing a tracking arrow.

"Let's go, it looks like trouble is coming again. “