Greece brings evildoers

"Crack~~"

The dry branches in the forest swayed in the wind. Hearing the noise, Ciri woke up from her coma and found herself hanging in the air.

She was tied up with a strange pure white rope, which was not only tough but also sticky.

The way of tying was also quite strange. It started by folding it in the middle and putting it on her slender neck, and then tying knots at the clavicle, sternum and pubic bone in sequence.

Then, the rope head went around the crotch, tied a knot slightly above the relative position on the back, passed through the rope ring behind the neck, pulled the rope to the left and right, and went back from the armpit to the hole in front of the chest, and pulled the rope to the left and right, showing a diamond-shaped braided pattern.

Finally, the rope was collected at the waist, and the end was hung on the branch. The rope across the crotch was deeply embedded in her buttocks, as if the human body was fixed as some kind of evil artwork, which brought a weird sense of abuse.

If Ciri knew about the future culture, she might understand that this art is called [Rope Skills], also known as [Binding].

What trapped her at the moment was the classic Japanese and Korean style - tortoise shell binding.

Ciri struggled several times but couldn't break free. Her body swayed left and right under gravity, and the knots in various places kept rubbing against some sensitive parts of her body, making this inexperienced girl blush and grit her teeth as she looked at the instigator below:

"Despicable!"

"It was you who attacked me first."

Lorne smiled and retorted, playing with the objects he had looted from Ciri in his hands.

There were a lot of things, including dry food for a full stomach, flint for making fire, runes for warding off evil spirits, a small bag of silver coins, a few bottles of magic potions, etc.

Among them, the most precious ones were undoubtedly the two swords she had originally carried on her back.

The steel sword was cold and sharp, with strong cutting and penetration capabilities, and the forging technique seemed to be from a dwarf;

The silver sword was clever and exquisite, with dense elven text engraved on both sides, with effects such as freezing, instant death and magic seals, and should be an elf product.

Although Lorne looked down on these weapons and equipment, for humans, each piece was a priceless good thing, enough to be treated as an heirloom.

"Tell me why you came to this place where no one lives, Miss Ciri?"

Lorne stroked the amulet stone engraved with the girl's real name and smiled.

"Why should I tell you?"

Ciri responded with a cold snort, and then glared at Rose beside Lorne fiercely, with a face full of contempt,

"You are actually in cahoots with slave traders, you are simply a scum among elves!"

By the way, Ciri is not a pure-blooded human.

Her ancestor Laura Doron was not only a gifted elf sage, but also the biological daughter of an elf king, of noble birth, but in the end, for love, she broke her engagement and eloped with a human wizard.

Perhaps because of this elven blood, she was not punished by the tree elves after entering the Brokilon Forest, but instead attracted the sorceress Yennefer who also had elven blood.

Due to various reasons, Ciri, who had received help from the elves, was naturally very friendly to the elves. She couldn't bear to see them become slaves without freedom, so she chose to sneak attack a "slave trader" at night and tried to rescue two innocent elven slave girls from him.

Unexpectedly, when she was careless, she was attacked from behind by a dark elf who wanted to rescue them.

Sure enough, the behavior of the dark elves was as bad and despicable as the legend!

"She is scolding you."

Lorne turned his head to look aside and reminded "kindly".

Rose understood, raised her right hand with a grin, and a purple-black long whip condensed by magic power appeared in her palm, and there were daunting thorns on both sides.

If she was whipped, she would definitely be torn off a piece of flesh.

Seeing this, Ciri's face changed and her body trembled slightly.

Fortunately, Lorne, who was standing by, raised a hand to hold down Rose, who was eager to try, and gently blamed her:

"Hey~! Too rude, how can you treat a little girl like this? She is also kind-hearted, and she still has the blood of your elves in her body, so she is more or less your kind."

Unexpectedly, Rose's face became even gloomier when she heard this:

"Fellows? Is the bastard Laura qualified?"

"You are not allowed to insult my ancestors!"

Ciri was furious and tried hard to break free and argue with the dark elves below.

But her resistance was not only futile, but also made the knots on her body tighter and tighter, which further highlighted her pretty good figure.

But at this moment, Lorne had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery on the tree. He looked at Rose, who seemed to be really angry, in surprise, and asked in a low voice in his mind:

"Do you know her ancestors?"

"More than knowing!"

Rose snorted coldly and told Lorne the secret of the elves that was covered up in the past.

At first, she was not only the matriarch of the dark elves, but also had some believers among the light elves. Therefore, she did not intend to kill all the light elves, but just hoped to resolve the conflict and bridge the rift between the two tribes in another way.

After a little thought, Loen had the answer in his mind:

"Marriage?"

"Yes!"

Rose nodded and continued to talk about the past.

The marriage partner she chose from the light elves was the famous elf princess Laura Doron.

Rose hoped to merge the two elf tribes into one through blood fusion, so that there would no longer be any distinction between light elves and dark elves in the world.

It must be said that this is a very feasible strategy.

In order to achieve a smooth reconciliation between the two races, Rose also gave the elven princess Laura Doron a trace of destiny power that she had stolen with great effort, so that she could achieve the name of a sage and thus see a certain future of the elves.

——The Age of White Frost!

In the secret history of the elves, this is also called the "Last Age" or the "Wolf Blizzard".

It is said that this world of the Age of Gods had serious flaws at the beginning of its creation, so it will eventually be destroyed.

There will be many signs before the beginning of the Last Age. Some sources mention that a wolf will devour the sun and the moon will have a lunar eclipse. Then the world will usher in three long winters, and Ragnark - the final battle and the battle between light and darkness will begin.

At the beginning of the war, a long ship named Najilfar will appear. The hull is made of dead people's claws, and the ship carries an army of goblins and demons. The golden cock will crow loudly, announcing the coming of the end of the world to the nine kingdoms, and then the rainbow bridge Bifust will open, and the Aesir will descend to fight the nine kingdoms in chaos.

The elves will not be spared and will join this final battle. This battle will determine whether the world will be shrouded in eternal darkness or a new dawn will come.

For this reason, the elves need to create their own savior to survive this crisis.

It is for this reason that the elf goddess Rose, who has touched [Destiny], tried her best to promote marriage and promote the reconciliation between the light elves and the dark elves.

However, in the end, the elf princess Laura Doron, who was chosen and inherited [the power of destiny], betrayed her marriage and her own race because of the so-called love.

After listening to this, Lorne couldn't help but arouse waves of shock in his heart.

The White Frost Era? Isn't this the elf version of Ragnarok?

It turns out that not only Odin saw the predetermined future, but Rose also noticed it.

However, fate was not on the side of the elves. All her efforts turned into nothing under the trick of fate, and she herself fell into the evil god because of disqualification. The elves themselves were split up, some became vassals of the Aesir, and some were forced to live underground.

The reason for all this was just a runaway marriage for "love".

No wonder she had such great hostility towards Ciri. It was an old grudge after all.

Lorne didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and whispered to comfort her:

"Don't be excited. Although Laura Doron is gone, the bloodline she left behind may not be the savior of the elves."

"No, in my heart, you are our savior!"

Rose answered righteously, then glanced at the daughter of the enemy hanging on the tree, and said contemptuously,

"As for her, if you like, you can use her as an X slave."

Hearing the tiger and wolf words in his mind, Lorne couldn't help sweating on his forehead, and shook his head and declined.

According to the legend of the elves, Rose has gone mad since she fell from the mistress of the elves to a spider-shaped goddess.

Although he didn't know what Rose's mental state was now, Lorne was sure that this woman should be sick, and her illness was serious.

After all, if you want to find a savior for the elves, you can't find him.

Because according to the records of the Poetic Edda and the prophecy of the White Frost Era, the ship of the dead named Najirfar that blew the horn of doom was steered by the evil god Loki himself.

Yes, that is him.

To perfectly answer this question, unless... let him and Ciri have a child?

A flash of inspiration flashed through Lorne's mind, and he turned his head to look at Rose on the side, and muttered in his heart.

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Could this be her purpose?

Sensing the gaze from the boss, Rose seemed to understand something, picked up the thorn whip, and walked towards the hanging Ciri with a grin.

At this moment, due to constant struggle, the spider silk with a certain corrosive effect has gradually dissolved Ciri's outer clothes, deeply tied into her chest and groin, revealing a certain sense of beauty of torture.

Seeing the dark elf, who is known for his cruelty and treachery, coming with a long whip, Ciri instinctively trembled and looked pale.

Seeing that Rose had misunderstood, Lorne quickly raised his hand to stop her:

"Too cruel. Torture also requires skills. Causing physical pain is only the lowest means. After all, we have eaten their food, so we should be more civilized."

"What do you mean?"

Rorse lowered her head and humbly accepted the advice.

"Don't you like to raise spiders? Give a few to this little girl to relieve her boredom." Lorne smiled and replied, his tone full of ill intentions.

Rose suddenly came to her senses and raised her hand slightly. Dozens of colorful spiders the size of fists emerged from the magic circle at her feet, climbing up the tree trunk like a tide, following the spider silk and jumping onto Ciri's body.

Some landed on shoulders, some got into clothes, and some simply climbed directly onto Ciri's face...

As we all know, these scary-looking insects have always been extremely intimidating to women.

Looking at the scary purple spider on the bridge of her nose and its black steel hair, Ciri's face quickly lost color and she couldn't help but scream.

Lorne picked his ears, and when Ciri's lung capacity was emptied, he waved his hand to repel a few of the most mischievous spiders, and said with a smile:

"So, now you can tell me why you came here, right?"

"Because, because of the commission. I took a mission, and the destination is near here."

Ciri replied tremblingly, almost crying.

As a pampered princess, she has never experienced such a terrible experience in her entire life. How can she withstand so many terrifying-looking bugs crawling around her face and body?

Anyway, it's just an insignificant question and information, just say it yourself, there is no need to insist on it.

Seeing that the little princess who would rather die than give in suddenly burst into tears and honestly gave the answer, Rose couldn't help but admire the boss next to her.

Look, torturing the mind without harming the body is called professionalism!

Sure enough, her previous torture job was too rough, and she would still have to learn more from this adult in the future.

Lorne had no idea that he had been labeled a "pervert" and an "evil god", and continued to ask Ciri who had broken through the defense:

"So, do you know the way to Heather Island?"

"I know you. After completing this mission, I will go to the tavern on Heather Island to hand over."

Xili answered while sobbing, completely losing her previous heroic appearance.

"Then you should have told me earlier."

Lorne glanced at Shirley reproachfully and comforted her warmly,

"Don't worry, we are really just asking for directions, there is no harm. I am not a slave trader, otherwise, how could I be polite to you?"

With that said, he motioned to Rose to untie the cobweb and put Ciri down.

As the body fell to the ground, Shirley gradually suppressed her fear, plucked up her courage, and asked doubtfully:

"Then what happened to Galadriel?"

Because she was quite resentful towards a certain dark elf who sneaked up on and abused her, Ciri deliberately did not mention Rose in the question.

"She is my friend. She was invited by me to hang out in the atrium." Lorne gave a mixed answer, not forgetting to help Rose next to her also wash up. "Rose, you don't have to worry, she is The Eilistraee believers I rescued from the dark elves' lair are different from those evil dark elves. They have nowhere to go and are responsible for serving as my guards."

While talking, Lorne took out several items brought from the dark elf lair and asked Ciri to check them.

With the support of Rose, a master of acting, Ciri quickly dispelled her doubts and sincerely apologized to Lorne for her recklessness.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Lorne also showed his magnanimity and tolerance in a timely manner:

"You have good intentions, and I admire your sense of justice. Well, don't you have to complete the commission before you can return to Heather Island to hand over the handover? The three of us will also help together! After we finish handling the things here, we will go back together Heather Island?"

"Would it be too much trouble for you?" Xili was hesitant but also moved.

To be honest, this was her first time traveling far away. Although her swordsmanship was pretty good, she was seriously lacking in experience.

This dark elf and human looks like a veteran, and his strength is not bad. If he can help, this mission is almost certain.

It's just that they misunderstood each other just after they met, and holding a sword to this innocent man's neck in the middle of the night was a bit rude.

"It's okay, I just happened to be on the way." Lorne smiled and waved, winking and joking, "Besides, you can also confirm whether I am a slave trader on the way."

Hearing this, Ciri couldn't help but lower her head in shock, and took the confiscated weapons and items from Lorne with a slight embarrassment.

However, when he put the two long swords on his back, due to the large range of movement, the clothes that had been corroded by spider silk could no longer hold up. They tore apart with a "stab" sound, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin and Delicate collarbone.

"You guys got up so early? We gathered here to do..."

At this moment, Galadriel walked over, rubbing her sleepy eyes. The moment she opened her eyes to see the situation clearly, her voice stopped suddenly.

"This has nothing to do with me, it's Luo..."

Lorne was just about to throw away the blame, but saw that the spider goddess who was specially used to do dirty work and take the blame had disappeared one step ahead. He couldn't help but darken his face, and he met Galadriel's vigilant and contemptuous look with depression. look.

After a period of laborious explanations, coupled with Ciri's testimony, Galadriel doubtfully put away her contempt for Lorne.

Immediately, she took off her coat, wrapped Ciri's almost half-naked body, led her into the tent, changed into another set of clothes, and whispered inside.

It wasn't until the sun fully rose that the two women packed their bags and walked out of the tent hand in hand, ready to set off.

Rose, who had disappeared before, reappeared at some point and shamelessly squeezed into the group of girls. With her excellent acting skills, she quickly resolved the conflict and chatted and laughed with the girls all the way.

Being left alone, Lorne could only smile helplessly, got up and followed the three of them, walking towards the distant village together.