"What the hell?" said Bert, too, with a flash of darkness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Culent pulled two more arrows from his quiver and put them on his bow and said, "The fog is too big to see, maybe it's a tiger or something." ”

The mist is a tricky opponent for archers, and it's no wonder that Calorie missed just now. "Boss, let's quit first, it's too much of a loss here. An elven archer said.

Calorie nodded: "Leave two people in the deer cart to go to the hall, and the rest of the people to get on the mount." The crowd took their mounts and turned over and sat down, Bert threw away the net of pheasants he had caught, and the two elves sat behind the deer cart, guarding the rear.

"Let's go!" Carbone patted his antlers lightly, and the team slowly returned the way they had come.

It's safe along the way, and the elusive monster doesn't come out to stop it, and it seems that it doesn't dare to provoke this team of archers easily. Before nightfall, the crowd walked out of the forest.

As soon as they came out of the forest, everyone quickened their pace, and this forest revealed a strange aura, and the dense fog that appeared inexplicably and the unknown monsters made this group of elves who were very familiar with the forest feel uneasy in their hearts.

The forest was not far from the village, and it didn't take long for the elves to reach the village, just in time to meet other elves who had just returned from farming. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had been safeguarded, the elves who rarely came into contact with war were still relatively timid, after all, death always seemed so far away to them.

Several elves from other villages returned to the tribe with some of their prey, and a whole cart of prey was enough for all the elves to eat for most of the winter, after all, their staple food was still mainly rice and vegetables, and meat was only one of their sources of protein.

The pheasants he caught were put in makeshift tents by Bert, where they could be domesticated for a long time after a few days, and Bert began to drool at the thought of having fragrant eggs for breakfast on winter mornings. Many elves thought he was guilty of nymphomania, and hurriedly drove their daughters back to the room. All this was seen by Bert, who wiped the saliva from his mouth in embarrassment, and continued to build the chicken coop.

That night, Bert and Callent come to Sim's house together and tell him about the strange events of the day. Listening to their descriptions, Sim's face gradually showed a solemn look. When they had finished, Sim did not speak for a long time, and the dim candlelight was blown by the wind, making the shadows flutter and cast on the wall like a ghost.

"Don't talk about it here, and don't talk about it again when you leave this door. In the event of a riot, we cannot predict what the consequences will be for the stability of the village. Both of them nodded and agreed, in this kind of isolated place, if the people are not aligned, they don't know how to die.

"If this animal is not a threat to us, forget it, after all, we are outsiders to this world. Besides, we've lived here for so many years, and we've never seen any ferocious monsters. Anyway, you should pay more attention to the dynamics in the forest these days, especially Bert, your home in Wendini is only a river away from the forest, you have to be more careful. Elder Sim said, and both Bert and Kalente nodded yes.

The two of them discussed with Sim some issues such as the development of the village, and the next step was to implement a large number of plans to domesticate poultry, and the village chief would need to come forward to explain these things to everyone. The three of them talked until late at night, and the two moons hung high in the sky, and the silver-white moonlight and the golden moonlight reflected each other, illuminating the ground as bright as a mirror. Bert and Carbone were separated and stood alone under the willow tree by the river.

The sound of the trickling river dissipated most of Bert's anxiety, and the autumn evening breeze made him a little cold. It's been four months since I've been here, and I've been in a hurry to find a way to go back every day since I've started to accept life here, and Bert's heart has gradually been attracted to this ordinary life, and I really want to live like this for the rest of my life. But the thought of whether the monsters that appeared at this time would disrupt this life, the elves had survived here for so long, and this strange thing had happened as soon as he arrived, this thought made his heart quite uneasy.

Bert looked at the deep forest, his thoughts kept changing, from the battle situation on the continent of Theseus to Frank in the Assassins' Guild, to Erin with the scent of ghost orchids, as if he couldn't go back. Just as he was thinking about it, a coat was draped over his shoulders. Bert turned to see that his purple hair was in the moonlight, and his pointed ears fluttered slightly in the autumn wind, obviously sensing the cold.

"Why don't you go to bed yet?" Wendini rubbed his eyes, looking like he had just woken up.

"Well, I'll go to sleep in a while, you go back first, it's cold outside. Bert smiled and said that Wendini is two hundred years old, which is about eighteen years old. A girl of this age is full of curiosity about everything, especially this teenager from another world, who always comes up with some strange ideas in her head. Wentini's appearance is among the best among the elves, and coupled with the unique classical atmosphere of the elves, it really makes him a little tempted. But in Bert's heart, there has always been a person, and that feeling is irreplaceable, which is why he has always wanted to return to the original world.

Wentini's parents have already fallen asleep, and if they are found dating here in the middle of the night, it will not be good for Wentini's reputation. And the elven mentality has always been very conservative and feudal, so Bert still sent Wendini back.

This trouble made him feel a little tired, and after a long day in the forest, and he had to get up early tomorrow, Bert washed up and went to sleep.

The next day, it was still slightly light, and Bert was woken up by the noise of talking. He slept late last night, rubbing his sore eyes and struggling to get up. After getting dressed, Bert pushed open the wooden door of his room, and the scene in front of him instantly made him ten points sober.

A group of elves gathered around the tent he had set up yesterday, and there were so many people that it completely blocked out the situation in the tent. So many people were there early in the morning to watch the pheasants, and the smell of blood in the air was very strong, which was by no means a good sign.

Bert suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly walked over, and the elves made way for him, and Bert walked to the tent, and saw that all the pheasants he had caught yesterday were lying there on all fours, and all their necks had been bitten off, and there was not a single one left. But the strange thing is that there is not much blood flowing out of the ground, and it seems that it has been sucked out by something!