Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 52 Ogre

When the first silver light of the new moon fell on the clouds, Brian and Torviel had already quietly walked around the wolf that seemed to be patrolling its territory, and appeared on a hill full of pine trees.

The dead pine forest smells of decay: damp pine needles and dead weeds, rotting rats in the bushes, and a strong smell of blood down the hills.

Realizing what was wrong, Brian and the female ranger exchanged glances, and proactively reached out to push away the pine needles blocking the view, looking down at the two simple huts made of intertwined branches below.

In this moonlit treehouse camp, what they saw before their eyes was a bloody and cruel scene.

A dozen wolves gathered together, growling and tearing and snatching the corpse.

Brian happened to see a one-eyed old wolf with a gray mouth snatch a long leather boot with half a leg attached, and hid behind a huge parasite hanging down from the oak tree, his front paws pressed the thigh On the ground, biting the bast boots that were wrapped around them.

The female ranger Toviel's face changed. She clenched the longbow in her left hand and squatted on the ground motionless, like a stone. foot.

Brian, who had long been used to it for a long time, was unusually calm, just looking around coldly.

He saw a pile of viscera entangled in the bushes, hanging on the branches, and the blood condensed into water droplets slid down on the grass. Steam was rising from the bitten open stomach of the owner of the viscera, filled with a rich smell of blood and fishy smell.

He also saw a head with disheveled hair staring blankly at the crescent moon in the sky, its cheeks were torn open by sharp teeth, revealing blood-red bones and empty eye sockets, the end of its neck was bitten jaggedly, and under the corpse was A pool of clotted blood glowed red and black.

These elves used to wear forest-colored cloaks, but the ferocious wolves tore their clothes to pieces in order to eat their meat. Those elves whose cheeks were not eaten were being silently buried by the rotting leaves falling from the sky.

At this time, a crow screamed from an oak tree.

They flapped their pitch-black wings in groups and descended from the night sky until every tree and branch around them was filled with crows.

They quacked strangely, staring greedily at the bloody feast below.

"Don't be impulsive!"

Bryan tightly pressed Torviel's shoulders that were trembling like leaves, and the pretty face of the female elf was as pale as a dead person against the background of the silver moon.

He gently moved to her side, the scent of mint mixed with sweat filled his nostrils like perfume.

Bryan lowered his voice as much as he could and said, "It's not as simple as I imagined, it's not too late for me to observe it before I do it."

Toviel obviously didn't expect the half-elf in front of her to have such great strength, and directly pressed her body firmly to the ground, unable to move.

Feeling the slight tingling from the pine needles on the ground, she turned her head to meet Brian's night-black eyes.

Toviel had never observed him so closely before, and she saw that this three-dimensional and deep face was composed and calm, and the sharp eyes also showed a kind of coldness that she could not refute.

She bit her lower lip hard, turned her head away from Brian's sight, and finally gave up struggling.

Seeing this, Brian's expression relaxed, and he retracted the hand on his shoulder.

At this moment, he was really worried that the other party would act recklessly because of the tragic death of his companion.

Fortunately, the pointed ears of this elf girl can still hear the words.

After all, the night was getting darker, and he had already been driving for a day in this wild forest, and he didn't want to be chased all over the map by a group of wolves when he was about to rest.

Although he couldn't bear to look directly at the bloody scene in front of him, Brian still carefully observed the surrounding situation.

Through the corpses, let him know that there are three elf rangers in this camp, and the number of wargs attacking the rangers is 17 including the one on patrol.

When Brian obtained this data, a doubt instantly appeared in his mind.

Because he didn't think that with the skill of the elf ranger, he would die in the attack of the wolf pack, and he died so aggrieved.

The most important thing is that there are no dead bodies of wargs around, only a few scattered arrows with eagle feathers stuck in the ground.

Bryan is very familiar with pack beasts like wargs, and at the same time, he is very clear about how to deal with wolves.

In fact, as long as an ordinary person who can climb trees flexibly, if he is besieged by wolves in a dense forest, there is still a chance of escape.

What's more, these elf rangers who had lived in the forest since they were young and stood on the branches like walking on the ground, he didn't think these three elf rangers would be so stupid that they would be wiped out by a dozen wolves.

Therefore, Brian believes that things are not as simple as what he sees.

That's why he wanted to stop Toviel from making a move.

After all, with the strength of the two of them, facing the dozen or so wolves, Brian is still very confident that he can wipe them all out here.

With a dozen mobile experience packs lying around, even if the female ranger looked on coldly, he would take the lead.

However, the premise for all this is to confirm the cause of the Elf Ranger's death and the surrounding conditions.

So Brian began to observe more carefully and seriously under the silvery moonlight.

The female ranger Toviel also suppressed the grief in her heart and observed the broken bodies of her companions together with Brian.

"Is there a burn mark on that arm?" Soon, Brian, who noticed the abnormality, pointed to the arm held in the mouth by a pure black warg, and asked Toviel.

Although with the help of Moonlight, his eyesight was not greatly affected by his elven blood, but compared to the pure-blooded elf in front of him, Brian still felt inferior.

"Yeah." Toviel didn't ask much, just nodded slightly, then she frowned, and took the initiative to tell Brian about her new discovery: "There are obvious signs of fighting in the camp, but it doesn't look like a follower." Wolves fight, and these messy wide footprints are kind of like..."

"Like an ogre!" Brian said in a positive tone.

"That's right." Toviel couldn't help turning his head to look at Brian, his eyes were as calm and calm as ever.

Thinking of the possibility of a brutal ogre appearing here, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and suddenly became a little uneasy.

But noticing the calm look of the half-elf in front of her when she mentioned the ogre, for some reason, she slowly calmed down again, as if she could feel safe just by being around him.

"Ogre..." Brian repeated, looking suspiciously at the treehouse in the camp, the embers after being burned by the flames, and the rising smoke, and he began to calculate in his heart.

Suddenly, he realized a mistake he had made.

Because he left the holy land of elves and lived in human society for too long.

He instinctively thought that all adventurers in the wilderness would set up a bunch of bonfires for heating when they slept out at night.

Although this habit has also been inherited by the elves, there is one place where it is strictly prohibited.

This place is the wild forest of Blackman.

As long as the elves live in this forest, except for their own living places, they will avoid using fire as much as possible when they are patrolling the forest or sleeping in the open.

As for the reason, Brian only knows that it seems to have something to do with the dryad's agreement.

Regrettably, the last Dryad on Asno Continent died in the sea of ​​fire 25 years ago.

So, when Brian saw the flames in the camp for the first time, he instinctively thought that it was not something strange, but caused by the bonfires of these elves.

When he thought of this reason, he immediately began to carefully observe the ashes around the tree house, the burn marks left on the elf's body, and the messy fighting marks.

Sure enough, Brian didn't find any embers of the campfire left on the ground.

Soon, he ventured to realize that what the three elves encountered was most likely an ogre wizard.

Because ordinary ogres, as long as they are in the forest, even if they have a numerical advantage, it is impossible to leave a flexible ranger, unless they are ogre wizards with the ability to cast spells.

The burning embers of these tree houses are obviously the traces left by the spell.

Judging from the fact that the final winner was a warg, Brian could tell that although the three elf rangers were killed by the ogre wizard, they also left them with serious injuries.

Otherwise, it is impossible for the warg to reap the benefits of the fisherman here.

After all, for evil cannibals like ogres, their favorite food is elves.

If it wasn't for their own safety, these grumpy and stupid guys would never give up the three delicious elves to them.

Thinking of this, Brian stood up slowly under Toviel's surprised gaze, and touched the hilt of the sword with one hand involuntarily.

Suddenly, Brian got up, which alarmed the crow standing on the treetop above.

The crow screamed in horror, flapped its wings and disappeared into the night.

"Stay here and don't move, support me with bows and arrows." Bryan confessed to Toviel, "I will deal with the wargs."

In fact, his goal is not these wolves, but the unidentified ogre wizard.

In this world blocked by the magic network, the value of an ogre wizard with the ability to cast spells is self-evident.

Because killing the ogre wizard, in addition to obtaining the magical energy to upgrade the arcane fire, the tough skin of the ogre wizard's magic power is also a precious material for making magic equipment.

After finally finding traces of an ogre-like wizard, Brian naturally would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Hearing the confidence and unquestionableness revealed in Brian's tone, the female ranger obviously hesitated, her water blue eyes looked at his back complicatedly, and she couldn't help but lightly part her pale lips: "Then...be careful. "

(End of this chapter)