Trembling surrounded by elves [Western Fantasy]

October appeared in time and hugged Bo Yi's body.

Persimmon rushed over immediately, "How is he?"

October said nothing. He turned Bo Yi's body over and tore the clothes off his back.

With a burst of exclamation, all the elves retreated and hid far away. A few of the timid ones vomited before they could get far.

A long black scar ran almost diagonally across the entire back, with dense stingers covering the entire scar, and black blood seeped out bit by bit through the stings. The wound was bloody and bloody, and its original appearance could no longer be seen.

October 10 glanced at Shizi and saw that her eyes were red, "The toxins are still corroding his body, and the stings must be removed from the body as soon as possible. But..." Shizi's eyes did not blink, " you say."

"The venom on this will corrode the elf's body..." he reminded Persimmon specifically.

Once an elf with low spiritual power is exposed to the demon's venom, it will be like maggots attached to the bones. Unless the flesh is cut and the bones are scraped, they will rot and die bit by bit. Of course, October knows that Persimmon is human and he just wants to scare her.

"Carol!" Shizi ignored October's warning and shouted sternly, "Find the nearest place and take us there immediately." Yinhu transformed into a deer and carried Shizi and Bo Yi on his back.

"Okay, okay..." Persimmon's tone sounded like an order, but Carol, who only reacted afterward, could only explain her inexplicable obedience by saying "worried about Mr. Helt's safety."

Persimmon cleaned the blood and cleaned out the stinger. The stingers of the Thorn Demon are barbed, and every time one is pulled out, a piece of flesh and blood will be drawn out. But Persimmon struck cleanly, as if Bo Yi's body was just paralyzed.

Seeing Persimmon doing all this expressionlessly, October had some doubts about whether she didn't know who the injury was for. This woman, how could she be so cold-blooded? He decided to have a good chat with Persimmon later.

Although Bo Yi refrained from making any sound, Persimmon felt his pain from his tense body and suppressed groan.

The venom on the thorns kept corroding the wound deeply, turning it into a black and bloody area. The flesh and blood on his back has gradually sunk in.

Soon, even cleaning the wound could not reveal the stinger, but Persimmon was still cleaning it one by one. It was as if she could see the poisonous sting underneath through her skin, and every time she struck, it was accurate.

After clearing about two-thirds of the information based on "intuition", Persimmon's consciousness began to blur again. Just like how she felt every time she saw those visions. She had a premonition that she was about to fall into a deep sleep, but at this time there were still many stings on Bo Yi's body that had not been cleaned out.

Persimmon simply put his palm against Bo Yi's wound and fumbled for the location of the thorn, grinning in pain.

But it worked, and she sobered up a lot.

Seeing this scene, October, who was leaning on the door frame, suddenly stood upright and looked at the thin girl in front of him with respect.

Persimmon knows very well that if it weren't for Boyi, she would be the one lying here now. But she had no time to shed tears, and even acted a little coldly, because she had to use all her energy to remove these stings.

Even if Bo Yi was not injured because of her, she would do so without hesitation. What she said back then, that she was willing to sacrifice her life for Boyi at any time, was not something she said casually.

Boyi is a very important person. Persimmon has already acquiesced to this in his heart.

When the elves who came to watch saw this scene, they all showed smiles of unknown meaning in surprise. They originally just wanted to see the mute son of the Hearst family, but now one by one they seemed to have discovered some terrible secret, which showed that they were really enjoying the fun.

The elves quickly came to the latest conclusion - the second son of the Helt family was definitely mute because his back was torn by poisonous thorns and he still didn't say a word! And Boyi Helter's little slave actually developed a crush on him while getting along day and night. However, due to the estrangement of status, he could only admire Boyi silently from a distance. Until he was injured this time, the little slave did not hesitate to hurt his own spirit body to save this mute adult... Ah, what a touching love story!

"What an infatuated slave...I'm going to cry..."

"Look carefully, this slave looks pretty good..."

"Yes, yes, she has a good temper and speaks nicely. She doesn't look like an orc at all..." After all, except for orcs, few elves will be sold into slaves.

"We have to help her." The elves began to discuss.

After it was over, Persimmon didn't have time to wipe his hands. She looked at October, and after seeing him nodding affirmatively, she fainted with a relieved smile on her face. The elves rushed to support her.

On the plate lay seventy-seven stingers.

Only then did Carol dare to come closer. Looking at Persimmon, who was covered in blood, mud and wounds, she covered her mouth in disgust and ordered to the elves below, "Wash her and treat her wounds." .”

The lively little girls happily hugged the persimmons and went out. They decided to dress up the slave in an unusual way so as to surprise Boy Helter.

The elves cleaned and dressed the sleeping Persimmon and selected a dozen exquisite costumes for her. They were shocked when Persimmon was put on the fiery red fog rita.

"This is the one, it suits her so well!"

"She's so beautiful!"

"Master Hult must be very happy to see you!"

"Why do I think she looks familiar..."

The elves looked at the lovely-looking girl on the bed and left with satisfaction, and calm returned to the room.

At the same time, Wilko in the rat cave looked at the remaining life gems in the cave, and his gloomy eyes swept across the rat guards guarding here. He was unhappy when something like this happened just after he took over this area.

He grabbed one of the rat-heads by the neck with one hand and lifted it into the air - it was effortless for him. He is one of the few purebreds in the rat tribe who can shed the rat body, and he is tall and strong, almost as big as those mutated rat orcs.

"Who touched these gems?"

"Spare your life, spare your life, Sir Wilco, it's not the little one, the little one doesn't dare..."

With a "click", Wilco broke his neck.

The remaining two rat-headed men knelt on the ground tremblingly, shouting for mercy. One of them ran away, and his throat was cut by Wilko's flying sword.

He looked at the last guard with a sinister look on his face.

"Sir," a rat-headed man walked in, "I saw two elves, a man and a woman, running out of the cave. They must have stolen the lost gems!"

Someone actually walked out of here alive. Wilco thought he should reinforce the trap. But not now, he has more important things to do.

Wilko pulled out the long sword on the wall and pointed it at the last guard. "Inform the 'meats' that dinner is ready."

"Meat" refers to those deformed orcs created with drugs. Under the stimulation of the drug, they can grow up to three meters long. The large muscles that have accelerated growth are stacked together, and the human shape is no longer visible. To describe them as pieces of meat is a kind word.

The ignorant Halima people are still immersed in a deep sleep - except Koeman. He couldn't sleep. After returning, he found a bright red life stone in the seam of his clothes, which seemed to tell him that the existence of Persimmon was not a dream.

Sunlight casts a spot of light through the gap. He reached out and placed the gem in the sunlight. The gem reflected a dazzling light, just like the girl.

Koeman sighed. She saved her life and took her heart with her.

At this time, something blocked the only beam of sunlight, and Koeman raised his head.

On an extremely clear day, the screams of women and children tore through the silence, and blood flowed down the hole. Along with the tearing sounds of penises and the crisp sound of bones breaking, the Halima people's prayers and cries for help could be heard endlessly. Unfortunately, God didn't hear.

The huge deformed orcs snatched them out of the burrow one by one, putting them into their mouths starting with the legs, then the arms, and finally the bodies - to ensure that everyone survived until the end. If successful, they will spit out the Halimah's hair along with the Life Stone - as they have done to many groups like the Halimah.

Coleman's legs had already entered the orc's mouth, and his broken limbs could no longer feel the pain. The last world in his eyes was covered with gray. Looking at the corpses of his clansmen, he suddenly remembered the second half of the prophecy:

If Halima appears during the day, the night earth will lose its light forever. Halima will become the food of neither humans nor ghosts, and their souls will never be able to rest in peace.

"I'm sorry..." Coleman's tears merged into the blood river on the ground.

But it was all too late.

The wind will blow away the fishy smell, and the rain will wash away the blood. The Halima people disappeared quietly. No one knows where they came from, and no one knows where they went. But in the silent night, there are no longer those shining boys and girls sitting around the bonfire, drinking and singing.

The night fell into true darkness.

Wilko took a look at the life gems presented by the guards. There were one hundred and twenty-one gems in total, fresh and warm. After excluding the thirty-one lost before, there is still a net profit of ninety. He grabbed some and put them in his pocket. He accidentally dropped one on the ground, but he didn't seem to see it.

The guard quickly picked it up and put it into his pocket. He lowered his short body and said, "Show the remaining seventy-three to the fourth prince and tell him that this place is well managed. Please don't worry."

The rat-headed guard responded and quickly retreated. When packing the gems, he wanted to do something, but when he thought of Wilko's bloody methods, he still felt that it was important to save his life. It counted three times, and there were seventy-three gems left on the plate, not one too many, not too few.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

Persimmon climbed up from the bed, and a middle-aged man with a vague face smiled and said, "Xiao Mo is awake?"

The man added, "You are leaving tomorrow, go and clean up."

"Dad can't send you off anymore, Xiao Mo. You go to school well. Don't worry, dad will take good care of your sister..."

Hearing the last sentence, Persimmon had the urge to kill the man in front of him.

Seeing the man turning around to leave, she hurriedly got out of bed and chased him. A locked iron door trapped her inside the house. When she turned around again, the bed and the house were gone, and only darkness enveloped her.

She woke up.

She has been plagued by nightmares since coming here, but she has gotten used to it. But this time, she opened her eyes and took a look at the bed, tables and chairs, and the tidy room. The familiar scenes made her hopeful. She opened the door with bare feet and ran out like crazy...

The vegetation in the canyon is lush and lush, and the fragrance of flowers is astonishing. The insects in the grass screamed noisily, and the water jumped on the mountain wall, and finally jumped into the pool. The noisy sounds of nature, mixed with the chatter of the elves, penetrated Persimmon's ears.

She lowered her head in despair.

How many times had she suspected that this was a dream, how many times had she confirmed that it was not a dream, and now she had to admit the fact that she had come to another world outside the human world, and the probability of being able to go back was extremely slim. She didn't even know who she was and had no clue.

Damn everything.

A tall shadow covered the figure of the petite girl.