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The pain was blurred, and in its place was an extreme coldness, coming from all sides, which seemed to wrap his whole body, nay, rather his soul, and all kinds of strange sounds, strange smells, strange colors, and perceptions burst out from it, and not only that, but the cold wind, frost, snow, and ice was still eating away at the young soul—like a great serpent, and then from one point it tried to devour it all. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

What's even more terrifying is that Edward can't summon the slightest strength, and can only watch this erosion happen, more and more profound.

Eventually, though, that feeling subsided.

The first is warmth, which dispels the cold and allows the soul to get warmth from the inside out, even to the searing. Then, the warmth turned into the first rays of sunlight that broke through the darkness. The sunlight transforms into a softer flesh color, and then reveals its original silhouette from the light spots.

A pair of eyes.

Beneath the thick and dense eyelashes, a special gold color outlines the round rainbow, exuding a deep, yet thrilling luster...... For a moment Edward couldn't help but think of the melted and cooled gold, but even the reddest gold would not be so bright, and the pale face reflected in it was the appearance of a young human man. For a moment, it feels like it's another world.

The figure shuddered slightly, and the swirling thoughts made the memories begin to pour back, and the hunter felt the afterglow of the pain.

He couldn't help but groan

Then the golden pupils were removed from sight, revealing a small face—delicate skin like white porcelain, a slightly flushed face, a small but upturned nose, pursed lips, and golden pupils beneath the faint, almost silvery brow. All the qiē is combined to become a delicate little face.

The face seemed very young, nay, young, especially with that weak, timid smell that it was full of—but it didn't dodge, just looked at the man who had just woken up with some caution.

"Elf?" muttered Edward, for he noticed the pale golden, playfully knotted sides of his braided hair, shaped differently from ordinary ears—pointed, with a delicate feel, but not too long.

But the small voice provoked a great reaction—the slender face suddenly disappeared from his sight, leaving only a shrill scream that pained the poor man's ears.

No, it's actually a dull ache in the whole head.

Thankfully, the pain is slowly receding at a perceptible rate. The hunter reached out to his forehead and sat up again, noticing that he was already in a wooden house.

The simple cut of wood lined up the walls of the room, creating a space that was not too small, or because of age, the wood had taken on a decayed dark brown color, but there was no dampness or decay - the flames danced in the humble fireplace on one side of the room, casting a red sheen over the room, and at the same time blowing in through the wooden door at the far end of the sight, and expelling the damp and cold air again. The afterglow of the sunset could be noticed through the crack in the closed window in the wall, and it seemed that time had passed several hourglasses.

The damp cloak on his body has been removed, and the originally wet clothes have been replaced with dry, warm spare parts. Backpacks and cloaks were nearby, and belts with coins and knick-knacks were placed there.

And then there are the people......

Rubbing his aching head, Edward noticed that not far away, a short and fat figure was leaning in the corner, holding an axe and snoring quietly. And the row of simple tables and chairs on the opposite side is even the people sitting or standing on the floor...... Thanks to the piercing scream just now, they had already turned their eyes in this direction, and the hunter recognized their identities one by one.

Well, in fact, there were only one or two that I remembered a little, such as the delicate and beautiful face of the figure who was now getting up and walking towards him.

They were the group that had surrounded them before, and their leader.

"Goddess forbid, you are finally awake. The leader spoke, staying three paces away, and did not seem to like to go near strangers—not even to say more, even the polite greeting.

"Thank you for your help. ”

Edward nodded at him. narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing that the other party had different characteristics from his own-without the cover of the waterproof cloak, his tall body appeared more slender in the firelight, and if it weren't for the slightly wide shoulders and flat breastplate, Edward might have thought that he was facing an overly heroic woman, but his gaze swept over the gray sideburns that hung down, and he seemed to understand something- Without the cover of the waterproof cloak from before, the pointed ears that clearly appeared in the line of sight already indicated the ancestry of the other party.

The kind of humanoid creatures that have always been known for their elegance and have surrounded many legends.

This perception gives the hunter a bit of a dreamy feeling.

Although legend has it that this race is indispensable in most of the worlds of sword and sorcery, as far as he knows, there are very few shadows of this elegant race on the road nowadays - not because of the old legends that follow the principle of escapism, but because in most parts of the continent, the relationship between humans and elves is not so harmonious.

In fact, this kind of unfriendly relationship is not only between elves and humans, but also with orcs, dwarves, beasts, and even all kinds of monsters and monsters...... It has nothing to do with race or creed, it is a conflict based on resources. Survival of the battle between the territories.

Although the elves possess great force, magical abilities, and distant wisdom, the war with these creatures is destined to be a terrible consumption - the consumption of individuals, the consumption of life, and in this consumption, fertility is the key to the final victory, so in the end, the elves choose to avoid - Most of them followed their royal court, migrating to the other side of the continent, and even the other side of the ocean, avoiding direct conflict with humanity and abandoning their proud civilization in the reckless jungles that had once been their homeland.

But not all elves have chosen this path.

There is still a part of the elven population that chooses to coexist with humans, they walk alone and secretly through the edge of human territory, and in those inaccessible places, grasslands, jungles, there are also a large number of elven tribes, and even small countries, with the jungle as the last barrier, stubbornly guarding their territory - the Black Forest, the Whispering Forest, the legend is also one of them, in the heavy forest and swamps, under the protection of monsters and beasts, in the depths of the forest, there is the home of elves.

So, have you already arrived at that place?

It's not like that......

Edward shook his head slightly from his surroundings - legend has it that the elves are in line with nature, and nature favors them: the trees will not only provide them with the food they need, but also grow into their dwellings, so they don't need to forcibly change the appearance of the forest at all, in fact, it is precisely because they can't stand the direct exploitation of the jungle by humans and the wanton destruction of nature that the elves finally push the elves to the opposite side of humans.

But now, these people are staying in a house made of wood, using wood to light a fire for warmth, which is a strange thing for the elves who worship nature and even some who hate fire.

"Excuse me, what is this place?" asked the hunter, suppressing the strange thought in his heart.

"At the edge of the woodland, across a valley is the main road to the town of Rissouri, which is not far away, and it takes less than a day to walk. The elf replied.

"I see...... Wait, Rissouri, are you talking about the Ressouri, on the Northwest Trade Road?"

Edward was stunned for a moment, because the name of the city seemed familiar—the hunter remembered the name of the city in a trance, but it was not supposed to belong to the elves......

Oh, it seems like a merchant once said that one of the places on the route they would buy their goods, the city of Rissouri...... Next to Shuka and Eztar is the last great city on this road, and after that, in a day or two, you will be on the edge of Romante.

But Romante ...... Hell, isn't that the magic academy you've always longed for, the capital of the Kingdom of Tumenis?

"I think so. Edward's surprise made the elf frown, and there was some incredible doubt in his voice: "You are not from the province of Linde, don't you know where you are going, and you have entered the Emerald Forest?"

"Emerald Forest, I'll ...... it"

Edward shook his head, and then finally understood what was wrong.

The Whispering Forest and the Emerald Forest seem to have similar names, giving the illusion of two different names for the forest, or the names of the two lots—if Edward hadn't studied the route from Poplar to Romante because he was interested in mage, he might not have been able to tell the difference.

But in reality, the difference between the two is 108,000 miles...... Of course not, but it is at least more than a thousand miles away, and it is still a straight line distance.

That's not an ordinary teleportation error...... Edward couldn't help but curse the female mage in his heart - her geography teacher must have died young!

But it was useless to hold a grudge now, so after a pause, he reluctantly gathered his thoughts: tentatively said, "Did my companion tell you anything before, for example, what happened to us?"

"No, you may not know, but we always have a hard time communicating with these children of the earth...... And he was angry about our previous rude behavior, so he kept silent. Just ask us to give you some treatment and he can pay for it. ”

"Well, it was a misstep...... Well, we were supposed to go to this Shuka city, but we accidentally got lost. And then it happened to be this rainstorm, and it could be that there was something wrong with our diet......"

Edward rubbed his head and stood up: "Anyway, I appreciate your help, if it's inconvenient for you, we can leave here immediately, as for the reward for treatment......"

But the terrible vertigo interrupted the hunter's words once more, and his newly risen body went limp, and slammed into the wooden bed with a muffled thud.

"What's going on?"

The voice seemed to have awakened the dwarf's sweet dream, and he stood up with a stumbling face, glanced around vigilantly, and of course, did not forget to raise the big axe in his hand......

But soon he burst into laughter. "Moradin, well, my beard is on it, Edward the Boy...... You've finally woken up. These pointy-eared healing spells are really enough...... Well, slow. yes, that's slow!"

He reached out and patted Edward's shoulder, chest, and arm with his stubby palm, as if to make sure there was something wrong with him. But this affectionate gesture caused the hunter to choke and cough several times.

"Let's go, don't cause trouble here. Edward said, but was immediately met with a rebuttal: "Go out at the time of the heaviest rain, why not wait until tomorrow when the weather is fine?"

"You don't have to rush to leave, this is not our residence, just a mountain hut for passers-by. As the same lost travelers, they all have the right to rest here. ”

At this time, the elf slowly spoke, "The trade route through the forest has been washed away by the torrential rain, and we have no reason for you to leave here to face danger while the rain has not stopped, besides...... You look like you're a lot closer to healing. ”

"That's right, that's right," the dwarf interjected with a big grin, "they just said they would cure you, but I paid for the treatment, five gold! Well, anyway, I can't find a better pastor for a while. ”

"Who's the poor you say......! You big keg!"

The voice that had just made the hunter's eardrums hurt rang out again, but this time it wasn't so sharp—a small shadow appeared from behind the group, shouting in discontent.

It was a little elven girl dressed in emerald green and white...... A long, ankle-length skirt with a delicately embroidered pattern. But even this ladylike style could not make the wearer's appearance mature—less than four feet tall and slender body, no matter how you look at it, she is a little girl who is no more than eleven or twelve years old. Especially when making that gesture of shouting with his waist crossed, the anger on that delicate little face is a cute look, even if he gritted his teeth, it would only make people laugh.

Edward tugged at the corners of his mouth, he didn't expect such a lively ...... among the elves

No, he immediately reversed the mistake he had just realized in his mind - since this was not the depths of the Whispering Forest, the group of people he was facing were not elves......

Rather, half-elves.

Although the elves are a legendary and proud race, they are also sometimes fascinated by the vitality of humans, who are attracted to the elegance of the elves...... It's not a strange thing to produce offspring either.

Certainly not like the lucky ones in Edward's memories who could be called heroes, got some legendary sword, inherited a country for no reason, and then tied the knot with a female elf who had been in love for a long time - in fact, on the contrary, their lives usually did not go well.

Because for elves with an average lifespan of 600 to 800 years, half-elves grow too fast, and they have grown up in more than 20 years, and they have not had time to learn the complex art, culture, and even grammar of elves...... Although he is physically mature, he is still a child culturally. And for humans, their development is too slow. When he grows up to more than 20 years, his mind can barely be compared to that of a teenager.

Therefore, the half-elves who grew up in the elven society are usually incompatible with their childhood companions, and can only leave their homes and seek development in human society. But in human society, they are more withdrawn and sensitive, and some half-elves try to adapt to humans, accept their own characteristics, and find identity. It's just that although many half-elves have found a place in human society, there are still a large number of them who feel like outsiders all their lives.

Of course, this is just a stereotypical rumor that circulates among the legends or mercenaries, in fact, there are often more profound reasons for the origin of the half-elf in reality......

Let's say, war.

War, as the most direct and violent means of solving problems, will never produce anything beneficial, and the more protracted it is, the more it will give birth to a rotten and rancid stench like pus on a wound, and many of the half-elves on the western continent today are not outdated, the ugly remnants of the war decades ago.

The country to which the Western Feudal Lands belonged, Tumenis, was also one of the beneficiaries of the war, and it had a considerable amount of land and resources that had been snatched from the elves. So, Edward suspects that these people in front of him should be some remnants of that time.

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