[Ahead is the dense 'Belland Forest'.] Legend has it that this ancient forest was once inhabited by hundreds of tree people. They are an intelligent race older than the elves, walking between the Third and Fourth Ages, when the goblins were still rising, the elves were not yet noble, and humans were still ignorant.

Slow but powerful, the Treants communicate with a roar like a rolling tree. They are gentle and generous, allowing nightingales to nest on their heads, allowing squirrels to hide nuts in their bodies, but they can also be furious at times, and any creature that tries to harm the forest and trees will face their angry and merciless blows.

But now, the entire Bellan Forest is left with only the 'Treeman Rum' himself, who lives alone in the forest, silently waiting for the end of his tragic fate. 】

"Uncle Big Man, how do I feel that we look like bad guys?" asked the little ghost as he floated over to Barrett after listening to the introduction of the magnetic male voice in the sky.

"Like a bad guy? "We are," you can't look at it that way. In this multiverse, it's not just the bad guys who hurt the good guys, the good guys hurt each other more. Barrett casually said, "That tree man is like a bunny, you know, bunnies are cute and delicious, so what should we do when we meet them?"

"......," the little ghost hesitated, "eat it?"

Barry nodded, "That's right, that's good." Don't be sad or sad about it, it's just the fate it should face. ”

"Oh, that's right. The little ghost nodded as if he didn't understand, and then laughed happily, pestering the bard to listen to the story.

"Hmph, you're going to fool an innocent child with such a clumsy reason?" said the dwarf mage with some disdain.

"It's not a fool, each of us has our own destiny to face, that's what I think." "As for what is right or wrong, sometimes it doesn't really matter.

"Even the gods can't see what their fate is, but you Nord barbarian who doesn't know anything is ......," the dwarf mage paused as he said this, and after two heartbeats, he spoke again, "Phyllis told me that there was a creep lurking in the bushes ahead, a bush of heather and coral trees on the left. ”

Since the pygmy mage and Phyllis the parrot made a temporary pet contract, the little mage can communicate directly with Phyllis telepathically at a certain distance, and can even share vision with the parrot.

Not only that, but having Phyllis the parrot as the pet of the little mage can greatly increase his chant speed in magic. While this bonus is a bit of a frustration for human mages (who usually only need a few short syllables to cast spells, and more often use silent hair), it is still a big boost for Theodore Shingold, a master of magic.

Barrett looked in the direction the dwarf mage was pointing, and after some careful identification, he finally saw a creeping shade of green in the lush greenery dotted with white heather.

The creeping monster has an appearance like a collection of vines, and because of its clever stealth and camouflage, it's hard to distinguish it from other normal plants when it's motionless.

However, this is a meat-eating plant. It grabs its prey with its sticky rope-like tentacles, wraps it in a ball, and stores it in its body like fertilizer, constantly absorbing nutrients.

"Do you want to get around?" asked the dwarf mage.

"Fix it. "Otherwise, when we come out, we won't necessarily find out in time." ”

The brute moved his neck and shoulders briefly, then drew the saber from his waist and handed the blade to the little mage, "It's too shy, let me help it become more enthusiastic." ”

"What do you mean?" Theodore Shining looked up at the brute, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Flames!" Barrett said helplessly, "help me attach the flames!"

If it were Will, he would definitely understand the simple meaning at the first time. No, he may throw a fireball technique over and solve the problem directly, why do you need me to fight hand-to-hand in person!

"Then you just say no. "The dwarf mage was a little unhappy with the barbarian's coolness.

As the spell continued, the icy 'Iron Bride' once again transformed into the 'Fire Beauty'. Its body gradually became hot, and its orange-red hair flicked charmingly, and it occasionally threw winks at Barritt.

"Hey, let's have some fun. "'Fire Beauty' said to the barbarian in an ambiguous voice. (Barrett Imagination)

"Okay, baby, let's go then. The brute smiled at the corner of his mouth, and casually danced a sword flower, ready to charge towards the lurking creature.

"Did you just call me, big uncle?" asked the little ghost as she suddenly appeared in front of Barritt, her eyes wide and her smile on her face.

“...... Uh, just keep an eye on your surroundings, I'll deal with this guy alone. Barrett said embarrassedly.

Monsters of plant species like the Killer Vine, Creeping Monsters, or Dryads aren't too afraid of Eve's 'Ghost Touch', so Barrett doesn't want the little Spirits to join the fight.

"Okay, I'm sure I'll get the job done. The little ghost floated into the air, guarding the surroundings with Phyllis the parrot.

Without his previous flamboyant momentum, Barrett could only walk towards the hidden place of the creepy monster.

I have to say, this is a creepy with good patience. It did not rush to attack because of the approach of its prey, but waited quietly like an ordinary cluster. When the distance between the two sides was only three or four meters, the creepy suddenly shot two thick tentacles at Barrit.

The barbarian, who had been prepared, easily dodged the attack of one of the tentacles, and slashed at the other with the 'Fire Beauty' in his hand. The vine-like tentacles were tough and resilient, and Barrett had barely cut through a third of them, failing to cut them completely.

However, the magical flame attached to the weapon frantically invaded along the blade and burned violently on the tentacles.

The flames sent a hoarse cry from the creeping creep, and its nearly three-meter-tall humanoid body jerked up from the bushes, then voluntarily broke the burning tentacle.

The remaining tentacles retracted into its body made of vines, and the vines all over its body began to writhe violently, and after just one breath, a pair of vine arms that closely resembled humans grew from their original positions.

The creeping monster tried to use its two thick vine arms to grab the difficult prey in front of it. As long as it succeeds in grabbing Barrett, the Creep will continue to extend more twisted rattans from its body, tightening Barrett to the ground and sending him directly into its own body.

And our barbarian adventurers naturally won't give it such a chance. Barrett took advantage of his attack and rushed straight forward, setting the two vine arms on fire with a horizontal slash of the 'Fire Beauty' when they were about to grab him.

Then, as Barrett screamed and tried to break the flaming rattan arm again, a swift charge came in front of the creeping. He ignored the rattans that kept wrapping around his body, and stabbed the 'fire beauty' in his hand directly into the creeping monster's body.

After that, the creepy was indeed "enthusiastic", as Barrett had said before. Like a moving torch, it staggered forward two steps, as if not wanting the flames on its body to touch the other plants, and then fell in front of Barritt.

The strange smell of the heather flowers around him became stronger under the steaming of the flames, making the whole bleak atmosphere a little dirty, and Barrett couldn't help but think of a joke about the 'lovely people' smelling the 'heather'.

It's just that now doesn't seem to be the time to think about that. As the flames faded out, Barrett saw an oval-shaped, nut-like seed from the ashes.

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