No one comes to the wood-like swallowing forest all year round, and only occasionally there are adventurers who fortunately have entered late autumn, and there are many fewer mosquitoes, otherwise, this is also a big trouble.

But at this time, the group was already at the end of their rope.

"Potter, get out!" came a voice from behind, almost simultaneously, with a "poof", followed by a muffled snort of Captain Oka in pain.

Potter turned sharply, only to see Oka pounce violently, and an arrow shot into his leather armor, splattering blood.

Potter roared and rushed straight ahead.

Before running out of the road, a familiar scream of "ah" sounded.

Potter gritted his teeth and ran forward, panting, his lungs burning as if they were on fire, his limbs exhausted to the point of paralysis, and all his weapons were abandoned, except for the bag of coins.

His eyes stinged with sweat, and pain took over all his thoughts, and at last, on the edge of a river, he stumbled and rolled down the river.

The light rain stopped, and the sunlight struggled out of the dark clouds, revealing a corner of red, a bright red color, as if it had been dyed during the killing.

It had just rained, and there was a fishy smell in the air, and the ground was wet, but this wetness carried a kind of coldness.

Potter slowly got up, his hands and feet were a little stiff and numb, "His mind gradually became clear, whether it was the fishy smell in the air or the damp and slippery feeling on the ground, it made people feel like they wanted to vomit.

Suddenly, tears pierced his eyes, and he stood up, walked around the neighborhood twice, and touched the money bag in his arms before calming down.

Many of the remaining adventure teams are relatives or from the same village.

In any case, he can't die, he must go back with the hard-earned reward of the whole adventure team, and besides, the Bo Bing Guild also has some savings to withdraw.

If they all die, then there will be nothing left, and there are still many people waiting in the village!

The sound of water was heard, and Potter soon ran to a shallow lake not far away, and the reflection of the water showed his face, a face covered in dust and blood.

The feeling of thirst forced him to lower his body, pick up a wave of water with both hands, lean his face down, and take a few big sips. Sweet water slipped over dry lips, over equally dry mouths, and into throats.

Slowly, the cool feeling in his chest began to relax his mood. It wasn't until he had almost drunk and quenched his thirst that he began, looking at himself in the light of the lake.

His face was covered with dust and blood, and his head was also messy, and he looked embarrassed, he scrubbed his hands violently by the lake, and took a few handfuls of water, and washed his face, until his resolute cheeks showed their basic appearance, and then he stopped.

The blood on his hands and face had been washed off, his underwear was torn off, and the wounds on his arms and shoulders were bandaged.

After finishing, he was stunned for a moment at himself in River J1.

Alas, I would have known that I wouldn't have taken that task, and now there are fewer demonic beasts in the edge forest, and there are fewer adventurers, and their adventurer team can't be favored by those nobles because it has just been established, and they have been a little tight recently, so they have to take a task in the guild to go deep into the forest to investigate.

Who knows, they actually met a group of legendary elves on the way, and this group of beautiful elves actually changed their faces as soon as they saw them, and attacked them.

The power of the elves is very strong, coupled with the large number of opponents, as soon as they fight with the elves, they immediately become the slaughtered side, if it is not for the captain and a few team members desperately blocking it, they will not be able to escape.

But why did you encounter elves, and why did you get attacked like this?

Potter regretted that it would be nice if his team hadn't taken on the task.

Potter poured another handful of water on his face, his heart aching.

However, looking at the sky, Potter decided to leave immediately, the place was on the edge of the edge of the forest, and a little further on, there was a hill, and there was no one living near this area, and if you wanted to get back to the town or the populated village, you would have to go through the forest again.

Thinking about the elven killer he had just encountered on his side, Potter turned in a direction and walked towards the corner of the edge of the forest, where there was a path that led to the forest house, if he remembered correctly.

Potter wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and his figure faded away, disappearing into the edge of the forest.

The cries of birds and insects sounded, and there were some green plants growing on the ground in the forest, which had just rained some time ago, and it was a little slippery to walk on the ground.

As soon as the sun came out, the air of the forest umbrella tended to steam up, especially the path that Potter had chosen now, which was full of weeds and thorns, and there were bloody cuts scraping when he walked, but this was nothing to Potter, he gritted his teeth and walked desperately out.

Walking through the forest is definitely a risky thing, not to mention the danger of getting lost, and the poisonous insects and monsters in the hidden places are terrifying.

Warcraft also has a characteristic similar to that of humans, that is, bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

If a team of people is walking, the monster may have to figure it out, but if it is replaced by a walker, and the person is still a human who does not seem to be in good shape, then the monsters will usually fall into the ground.

However, perhaps after the catastrophe, there was great fortune, and Potter's luck was better, he traveled all the way, and he did not encounter any poisonous insects or magical beasts.

At this time, he walked forward, and the wounded edge went to a place where there were people.

The distant wind seemed to bring a tearing sound, and for a moment, Potter even thought that he was back in the battle just now, shook his head, and sobered up a little, only then did he realize that he was still on the thorny forest path around him, and the tearing sound in the distance was strong and weak, and it seemed that the distance was not very close to him.

Potter had already lost a little blood and was weakened by the infection of the wound, and after hearing the sound of Yin's tearing, he hesitated for a moment, but still dragged his tired steps towards the sound.

However, he didn't go directly, he approached quietly, dozens of black dots finally vaguely came into his eyes, he stared again, and finally saw a little clearly, it was a group of human soldiers and elves tearing and killing.

At this time, the battle seemed to have come to an end, and more than a dozen elves fell to the ground, bleeding from the fatal parts of their bodies, and they looked like they could not live.

Correspondingly, several times as many human soldiers were lying on the ground, and most of the wounds were traces of archery.

There were also several human priests, with staff in hand, who were now mostly wheezing, and some were still wielding it or casting a weak attack spell.

In the distance, there was a mess in the trees, and sometimes between the forks of the trees, the corpses of the dead elven archers could be seen, hanging in the gaps in the branches, their hands fluttering in the wind, but still clutching their bows.

Surrounded in the center, there were three or four elves, desperately resisting, with long swords in their hands, and their bows that had lost their arrows were discarded on the ground.

"Kill them all!" shouted a knight-like human, and large drops of blood flowed down the long sword in the human knight's hand, dripping to the ground, turning weeds red, their eyes flashed with murderous intent, and they were not soft on the remaining elves.

There were no begs for mercy, no shouts, and the remaining elves continued to fight, and blood spurted out as if it were a spring.

This clearing, the ground is full of bright red, and the air is filled with a strong smell of blood.

Potter was filled with joy when he saw the last elf being slain by the knight.

Not so far ago, his brother was killed by the elves, and now he finally saw revenge.

"Clean up the battlefield and go back right away. One of the human knights said, slowly slamming his bloodied sword into its scabbard and turning his gaze to where Potter was hiding.

"Come out, I've got you. There was a hint of murderous intent in his voice.

Potter didn't choose to continue to hide, no matter what, he was a human, and he had just fought with the elves, and this group of humans in front of him shouldn't hurt him"

"I—I'm an adventurer......" Potter said as he stepped out from behind the tree.

"It turned out to be an adventurer?" The knight glanced at him, these adventurers were originally bait, and they knew the reaction of the elves, so in fact, this knight knew, but said lightly: "Since it is a human being, then follow us back!"

"You saved my life, thank you. Hearing this, Potter saluted him gratefully, but accidentally touched the place where he was injured, and couldn't help frowning.

"You're also quite unlucky, you actually hit the elves, let's go, they're all humans, no thanks. The knight smiled and said with a little embarrassment.

But in any case, the other party was the one who saved him, and Potter was very grateful, especially when he went back, a priest of the Lord of Radiance treated him briefly, and he was even more grateful.

The Cheng in the pocket can't be used, this doesn't belong to him, it belongs to the team, it belongs to the village, and there are many people in the village who are still waiting for this puff!

This is a heavy and slightly fatal proposition.

But Potter, who felt that he could not repay his gratitude, stared at the emblem of the Lord of Radiance on the knight's body, and thought in his heart.

Accompanied by soldiers, an hour later, the group arrived at the forest house.

At this time, at the home of the forest, there was a lot of people.

From time to time, a large number of people wearing armor can be seen coming and going.

The knight of the team did not pay much attention to this, but instead stared at the large olive grove and could not help but admire it again and again.

"My lord, what's wrong with this forest?" asked one of the squad leaders.

"This is an olive grove, it looks like it's been planted for four or five years, it's starting to bear fruit, you know, it's olive oil that produces a golden liquid, you see, the people in it are getting ready to pick the fruit. The knight praised and said, "These 3,000 acres of forest can produce tens of thousands of gold coins."

High-grade olive oil is a natural fruit oil juice extracted from the first ripe or ripe olive fruit through a physical cold pressing process, and is the only woody vegetable oil in the world in its natural form for human consumption.

However, the most suitable soil and climatic conditions such as temperature, sunshine, humidity and precipitation are required for olive growth.

Except along the coast, other areas can only be planted sporadically in suitable areas.

Olea europaea is a long-lived tree that begins to bear fruit after four to five years of planting, and can be fruitful for as long as !to 1oo years.

November is the fruit picking season.

The adventurers and the soldiers, hearing this, all looked at each other, they had not even tasted it, and naturally did not know the value, but the priests behind them were all thoughtful.