Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 49 The Elven Ranger
There is solitude in the sparse jungle, only the whistling of the cold wind blowing the trees can be heard.

Brian walked in the gauze-like mist, the ground was dark and damp, the wet clay and rotting leaves almost sucked all the hooves of the gray horse, so that his silent black figure seemed to be floating in the forest ghost.

When the wet and sparse jungle came to an end, Brian saw a wide grassland overgrown with reeds.

Looking at the white reed flowers swaying in the wind, he found that this piece of reed was just between him and the distant river bank with rows of birch trees.

Brian reined in his horse and looked around warily, especially the dense bushes.

The gray horse lowered its head obediently, showing a look of indifference to everything.

It's a pity that Brian couldn't see anything clearly on this river bank surrounded by blue and white mist, and all he heard was the croaking of frogs and the quacking of wild ducks.

Obviously, although the fog on the river bank helped him block the vision of the elves, it also affected his ability to move.

Brian stroked the gray horse's wet mane gently and stared at the river bank in thought.

He was remembering the terrain around him, the thickness of the birch woods, the breadth and depth of the upper Grimry River.

He even had to calculate how long it would take him to reach the other side based on the speed at which the gray horse was running at full speed.

I do not know how long it has been……

Brian took off the hood on his head, reached out and brushed all the messy hair that was wet in the mist from his forehead to the back of his head, and then took out a leather rope to tie all the long hair together into a ponytail, hanging down At the back of the head, two slightly pointed ears symbolizing the half-elven race were deliberately exposed.

"Run, buddy." Brian said to the mount, "Run as fast as you can."

The gray horse raised its head, snorted and turned to look at Brian.

The horse had been walking slowly in the woods for too long, and its gait became much more cheerful and light when it heard the order. The muscles on its thighs were tense, and the wet mane was whipping Brian's face, and it began to gallop wildly.

The horse's hoof stepped on the muddy ground mixed with dead branches, making a crunching sound.

A few frogs jumped out of the small water in a hurry, and two wild ducks flew out from the reeds, quacking and flapping their wings.

Brian and the mount under him turned a blind eye to the movement around them.

Soon, they came to the river bank without any danger. Brian was driving the gray horse, hiding among the reeds and bushes higher than the stirrups, and looking at the situation on the other side through the thin mist.

He saw no one or anything, not even a trace of human or elf activity on the ground.

What is there is only the river surface rippling due to swaying aquatic plants, a herring devours the mosquitoes that fall into the water, leaving strings of rippling bubbles on the water surface.

Brian stared at the other side of the river with a tense expression, and was always ready to activate the spell "Mage Armor" prepared in advance, and then let the gray horse carefully put its front hooves into the water, and slowly waded towards the opposite bank.

The process of the gray horse wading across the other bank was smoother than Brian had imagined, because he had already made preparations to fend off flying arrows with his sword in the middle of the river.

Stepping into the forest on the other side of the river means that he has entered the territory of the elves.

Thinking of Brian here, he immediately looked around vigilantly at the alder and birch trees around him, and carefully turned over and dismounted.

Looking at the well-behaved and quiet gray horse, Brian reached out and stroked its mane, hugged its neck affectionately and rubbed against its face, then waved his hand lightly, the gray horse turned into a little undetectable light, and stood on the spot Disappeared without a trace.

This is a spell "Summon Mount" in the wizard's conjuration school. After use, it can summon a light horse from the upper plane to serve him.

With the level of Brian's level 2 battle mage, the horse can last at least 4 hours.

Brian, who entered the elf territory, did not dare to relax in the slightest. He was preparing the "mage armor" spell, while pressing the hilt of his sword, and moved forward slowly with very light steps.

His purpose of doing this was not to sneak into Blackman's holy land of elves, but to be able to accurately block or flexibly dodge the arrows that were rushing towards him.

After all, he has been away from here for five years, and he has become very unfamiliar with this dark and sinister forest. He does not guarantee that he will be able to find the exact direction to go back.

For the current plan, he can only rely on the elves to guide him.

Blackettman's forest is barbaric and disorderly. In this vast forest with lush plants, the trees block out the sky, the bushes are overgrown, the weeds are knee-deep, the ground is covered with thick dead branches and leaves, and there are trees that block the view in the middle of the sky. Branches and leaves, messy wormwood everywhere underfoot.

Brian had just walked a few steps, and immediately found the bones of a horse under a birch tree surrounded by two people. Weeds grew wildly between the horse's ribs, almost covering it tightly.

Without hesitation, he continued to walk deep into the forest.

Brian's instinct told himself that in this silent forest, there must be elf rangers hiding in the dark around him quietly observing him.

Soon, he found a corpse again. Compared with the bones before, this corpse was much fresher.

This is a human boy about ten years old. He is lying on his back with a stiff expression on his face, which looks like he is frightened.

Fortunately, the child died on the spot. He had no pain and was not even aware of it until his death.

Because the sharp arrow that had already been pulled out precisely passed through his eyes, penetrated the eye sockets, and penetrated deep into the skull, and there were faintly maggots wriggling in the empty eye sockets.

The death of the little boy made Brian, who had already been completely indifferent to death, couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Brian quickly looked around, and he found that apart from messy footsteps, there were no traces left by extra arrows piercing the ground.

It can be seen from this that the little boy who accidentally broke into the elf's territory, did not even receive a warning, and directly ushered in death.

However, while looking for arrows, Brian found a second body, a middle-aged man with coarse linen clothes and thick calluses on his hands indicating his humble origins.

Two arrow holes were left on his chest, and there were obvious signs of struggle near his feet, and most of the surrounding moss and decayed leaves were sunk into the soil, indicating that this man struggled painfully for a long time before his death.

Brian could even imagine the scene at that time. It was obvious that a playful child strayed into the elf's territory, and then the child's father hurriedly stopped them, and both of them died in the end.

He dropped the two bodies and continued on.

Brian didn't dare to relax his vigilance, he knew where he was, and he also knew the reason for the little boy's empty eye sockets.

At this moment, Brian heard the vague sound of bowstring friction coming from deep in the dense forest, his expression changed, and he instinctively squatted down.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a feathered arrow hit the tree trunk behind him.

Brian didn't fight back, but quickly looked in the direction of the arrow.

"Half-elf! Stand up! Put down your weapons!"

As far as he could see, there came a musical voice, which was Elvish, for the tones were more melodic than that of man.

Brian straightened up slowly, he knew very well that there were probably many bows aimed at his direction from all angles at this moment.

When he raised his head cautiously, an Elf Ranger appeared quietly from behind a fir tree surrounded by birches.

Judging from the appearance, this is a young girl. She is wearing a forest-colored shirt, a green cloak, a brown blouse and leggings, a longbow clenched in her hand, and a rapier hanging from her waist.

Her black hair shone like a green glow, and her complexion was pale as if reflecting blue light.The eyes are also bright and twinkling, more like aqua blue dotted with gold spots.

This is a silver elf, also known as: Moon elf.

Brian easily recognized the elf ranger.

(End of this chapter)