Trembling surrounded by elves [Western Fantasy]

Cutting off the heads of elves is the most effective way to kill them. The rat-headed monster was so ruthless that Persimmon would definitely die.

At that moment, the girl's dark eyes suddenly opened, a cold light appeared, and she held his hands with both hands!

She was pretending to be unconscious!

Although Shizi's eyes were intimidating, the little old man only hesitated for a moment and then put all his strength into trying to kill Shizi.

After all, the life of the woman in front of me is related to the bright future of the young man!

More than a thousand years ago, when the centaurs and horses first entered the siege, they ate up nearly half of the rat tribe's territory because they had no habitat of their own. At that time, the Rat Clan's housekeeper, the old patriarch Bapu, could only offer the land and gold coins with both hands with a smile on his face, even though he could not bear the resentment in his heart. Shortly after that, the Rat Tribe suddenly and secretly sent a team of thirty high-level soldiers to another border of the wasteland to look for the rumored kingdom of hell, Abaddon.

Don't say it's a secret, even if other ethnic groups know it, they won't pay attention at all.

A team of thirty soldiers is nothing to other tribes, but to the Rat Tribe, it is the top unit of the entire tribe, and nearly half of the soldiers can use spiritual power!

This is all due to the fact that the Rat Clan has no talent. Although the Rat Clan's army is huge, they are almost all "waste troops". Among the huge number of tribesmen, there are less than 10,000 tribesmen who can practice martial arts, and only a few dozen tribesmen who can practice spiritual arts.

Soon after that, the Rat Tribe began to send soldiers from the distant forest through the wasteland at regular intervals to escort a group of living demons into the siege. No one knows what happened during this period, anyway, the little old man doesn't know.

Oh, although his name is Little Old Man, he is actually a young rat cub, less than five hundred years old. However, the three-hundred-year-old rat cub has already decided on his career - servant, coolie, or soldier.

The little old man chose the soldier without hesitation - he didn't want to spend his whole life serving those stupid masters who were just lucky; or he didn't want to work to death underground for the rest of his life and finally rot like a piece of shit. A living place. Although he is a mouse and does not have a good life, he does not want to live this life in vain. He wants everyone, even all the mice, to know his name!

The little old man has great ambitions, but reality is reality, and he is also one of the many "waste troops". He has no spiritual roots and cannot even hold a real sword. If he goes to the battlefield one day, he will die in vain.

This is not enough, he has a big head, but his body is surprisingly weak. With this big head, he is even lower than the "rats" of the same age!

In short, the little old man is "a waste among wastes".

The task of escorting the demon back to the rat tribe is a long journey, there is no profit or water to be gained, and there is even a possibility of being eaten by the demon! Of course, this kind of thankless and potentially fatal job did not accidentally fall into the hands of a top-notch waste like the little old man.

But I didn’t expect it, haha, I really didn’t expect it! Although he ran away with the demon he was escorting, he actually met the female elf whom Prince Baris offered a reward of one hundred gold coins and ten death stones for his assassination!

That's a hundred fucking gold coins! He was so excited that his heart was about to explode.

In the Rat Clan, thirty gold coins can buy a squad leader, not to mention those magical death stones! He could put those gems to good use. Once he is able to practice, he will be able to become a member of the high-class soldiers. He will not have to worry about food and drink, his life will be safe, and he will be able to enjoy the "filial piety" of his subordinates every month...

His pockets will be filled with gold coins, and he will live in the earthly world, no longer having to do these weird jobs that can cause loss of life at any time!

The little old man drooled and looked at the persimmon. In his eyes, Persimmon is a dazzling bright future! He pulled out the dull bone knife from his waist, thinking that he would buy a real knife specially made by a craftsman when he received the reward, but he had no choice but to cut it down, and the blocking hand broke all the light in front of him.

This female elf is so cunning and despicable, she is actually pretending to be unconscious!

The little old man tried his best to kill Persimmon... She must die today!

Persimmon's back was bleeding from the stones on the ground. She endured the pain and used the tumbling stones to turn over, trying to pin the little old man under her, but the little old man pushed her with his big head and pinned him down on Persimmon again.

The thin old man was losing his strength little by little, and he felt that he could no longer hold on, but the female elf in front of him still resisted desperately.

"Bah!" It aimed at Persimmon's eyes and spat out a mouthful of black phlegm.

Persimmon tilted his head to the left, avoiding the disgusting attack, but the bone knife was almost pressed against his neck.

This despicable stinking rat!

Death was close at hand, and a hint of crazy scarlet flashed out of Persimmon's black eyes.

With a "whoosh" sound, an arrow flew out of the grass and hit the little old man's nose. He fled.

Poison Ivy, who heard the noise and came over, aimed a bow and arrow at the rat-headed man. She glared at the soldiers hiding in the hiding place calmly, feeling shameful for their indignity. Then she strode towards Persimmon.

The soldiers who were warned by Poison Ivy's eyes glanced at Vice Captain Carol and dared not speak in anger. Although Poison Ivy is the captain, they have to listen to the vice-captain's words. After all, Carol is the one who is truly loved by the clan leader...

Persimmon looked up and saw a dozen tall young soldiers walking out of the bushes one after another. They were both men and women, and each of them wore light armor and weapons - short swords or long bows. The beautifully carved decorations and inlaid gems on them looked like pieces of art rather than weapons.

The leader was a tall girl wearing green clothes and carrying a long bow. She walked to Persimmon, helped her up and asked with concern, "How are you, are you okay?"

Persimmon nodded. Although she had just experienced a disaster, this kind of thing was already commonplace for her. "my friend……"

"Don't worry, I've sent someone to help."

Persimmon breathed a sigh of relief.

When Persimmon fell down, he already felt that there were many people around him. He thought someone was ambushing him here, so he pretended to be unconscious. Unexpectedly, a rat-headed monster was deceived.

Another brown-haired girl wearing a white dress and a flower crown crossed the crowd and walked up to Persimmon, looking at her condescendingly.

Seeing that Persimmon was dressed in dirty, torn clothes and wearing strange clothes that made it impossible to identify his identity, Carol took it for granted that Persimmon was a slave who escaped from some ethnic group, "Who are you! Why did you bring the devil to our flower?" The clan’s territory!”

Hearing her insulting question, Persimmon simply ignored her. She glanced around and her eyes fell on the girl in green next to her, "Sir, may I ask where this is?"

"Just call me Poison Ivy." Unlike the arrogant girl in white, Poison Ivy is low-key and humble. "This is the Flower Clan. How could you be attacked by demons?"

Carol saw that this dirty and ugly girl didn't even look at her, but was respectful to Poison Ivy, which made her jealous. She stepped forward and stepped on Persimmon's sleeve, shouting rudely, "Why don't you answer me!"

This behavior is really inconsistent with her exquisite clothes and beautiful appearance.

Faced with the criticism from the girl in white, Persimmon smiled instead. She raised her head with sharp eyes.

"This is the territory of the Flower Clan, isn't it?" Persimmon suddenly pulled out the sleeve that was trampled on the ground, almost causing the girl in white to fall. "I also want to ask you, what does your Flower Clan mean, and why do you want to send out the Thorns?" Is the devil coming to assassinate us?”

These days, with Bo Yi's support, Persimmon gradually becomes bolder in his actions.

Carol failed to throw dirty water, but was accused by Persimmon, and jumped up and down in anger, "What nonsense are you talking about, you ugly monster! We in the Flower Clan don't have such dirty things!"

At this time, Bo Yi and Sylvain came up from behind them and stared at the girl in white, waiting for her answer.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Carol saw the extraordinary temperament of Bo Yi and realized that she might have said the wrong thing. But with everyone watching her plight, she became angry and suddenly pulled out a sharp dagger from her waist, pointing it at Persimmon who was in a desperate situation.

Even if she killed Persimmon, it would only be the death of a slave. At worst, she would have to pay for another one.

"You want to take action without giving any reason? Tsk, tsk, what a flower clan, one of the six major elven clans!" Persimmon sneered.

"Demons are definitely not from the Flower Clan." Poison Ivy stopped the impulsive and rude Carol and apologized to them. "You were attacked by demons in the Flower Clan's territory. It is our responsibility. I wonder if you are willing to Are you willing to come to the Flower Clan to recuperate? As an apology."

Persimmon is full of affection for this generous and straightforward elder sister, and she just saved his life. Considering that both Bo Yi and Sylvain were injured, she agreed, "Thank you, my beautiful lord, we are willing to accept your kindness."

The honorific and praise for Poison Ivy in Persimmon's mouth once again greatly stimulated the girl in white. She gritted her teeth and asked, "Poison Ivy, we don't know who they are yet. If an enemy is let in, can you bear this responsibility?!"

"It doesn't matter, just place them outside the city," Poison Ivy turned around and asked Persimmon, "Where did you come from?"

"Sir, we are from the wilderness." Shizi introduced her one by one, "My name is Shizi, and this is my friend, Sylvan, Bo Yi..."

"Bo Yi?!" Persimmon didn't even have time to say that last name. Carol jumped over the poison ivy and rushed to the front, "Which Bo Yi?"

Persimmon didn't rush to answer her question. She calmly picked up the blade of her knife with two fingers and threw it aside, "You hold the knife, how do you want me to answer you?" Persimmon smiled, and the cold eyes made Carol's scalp tremble. numb.

After learning Bo Yi's identity, Carol was like a chicken with fried feathers, rushing around. One moment she wanted to send someone to notify the clan leader, and the next moment she said she would welcome them directly into the holy city of Brundel. After a while, he squeezed in front of Bo Yi and showed his courtesy.

The result can be imagined - after seeing her mean look, even Sylvan was unwilling to talk to her, let alone Bo Yi, who was used to making a bad face. After hitting a circle of nails, she approached the only persimmon willing to talk to her.

While she was racking her brains to figure out how to get Persimmon's forgiveness, Persimmon acted as if nothing happened just now, opening a flower-like smile and chatting with her.

When Persimmon praises someone deliberately, she can blow that person to the sky. Because with just one glance, she can accurately find out the other person's preferences and weaknesses, and no one can escape her compliments.

Under Persimmon's "performance", Carol gradually let down her guard, and even because she was too relaxed, she looked at Persimmon with an expression of contempt without hesitation.

"I have never seen such a skinny slave!"

"I have never seen such ugly clothes. I can't believe it..."

"Her hair was full of mud..."

"Same on my face, God, my eyes..."

The elf hiding in the dark commented on the persimmon. Anyone else would definitely not be able to hear these comments, but after this period of practice, the sensitivity of Persimmon's facial features has been greatly improved. Although the voice was quiet enough, these words still penetrated her ears word by word.

Hanging out with Bo Yi, Sylvan and the others on weekdays, Persimmon couldn't notice how badly he was dressed, or in other words, he didn't care. On the other hand, the two companions around him - Boyi, who wears like training clothes every day, is still tall and handsome, but the same ugly clothes on Sylvan make him look like a dusty pearl.

Persimmon looked at the unsightly robe he was wearing. It was covered with mud marks left by the fight with the rat-headed man. Then he looked at the flower elves around him. They had beautiful looks, and their skin was so delicate that it could reflect light, like flowers in full bloom. Even their armor couldn't hide their light.

The contrast was too obvious, and she lowered her head in shame.

But soon, she returned to normal... and even blamed herself for having a little too good hearing.

The deeper we walked into the forest, the more whispers we heard. The elves in the dark thought that Persimmon couldn't hear them, so they talked more and more enthusiastically. They talked about their clothing and appearance, their life events, and even got into a heated discussion about which one, Riley the deer or Butch the bird, was more compatible with Yinhu. Persimmon thought that Bagua was probably the racial talent of the Flower Clan.

Sylvan noticed that Bo Yi's expression was getting worse and worse. When the Thorn Demon appeared, Sylvan could see clearly that Boyi could have avoided the attack.

But in order to save Persimmon, he took a good beating from the Thorn Demon, and Sylvan felt guilty and admirable at the same time.

"Master Hult, are you okay?"

Boyi's eyes darkened.