Trembling surrounded by elves [Western Fantasy]

Hassen knelt on the ground and respectfully presented to the Rat King on the throne his achievements in the past few years - a luxurious crown inlaid with diamonds, ruby ​​​​emeralds, obsidian... and more than a dozen kinds of gems. The day has finally arrived, and he is extremely excited now.

Five steps in front of Hazen is the throne of the Rat King. The throne was entirely made of gold, but in Hasen's eyes, it was just a stupid and stupid piece of gold, not a finished product at all. But Hasen was happy and felt that the golden bump looked much better than last time.

Hassen took a peek at the old patriarch on his seat and saw him stroking the patterns lovingly. The crown made his cloudy eyes shine with greed again.

Hazen has never doubted his craftsmanship. He is the youngest and most talented craftsman in the Stone tribe. When he was eight hundred years old, he discovered a diamond mine underground alone. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for the mine to be occupied by the rats. Also occupied by the Rat Clan was the entire Stone Clan.

Over the years, he used sungrass and softsilver to weave a flexible "Magic Locking Rope" - this craft was his own creation, and the Rat Tribe asked him to teach it to other Stonemen so that they could work together day and night. This kind of rope can restrain the power of demons, and even the useless rat-headed man can easily complete the escort work from Abaddon to the siege city.

Hasen heard from the rat-headed man that the rat clan has a huge dungeon specially used to imprison all kinds of demons and monsters. But he was not interested in these rumors. After coming to the Rat Clan, he kept weaving the magic rope from morning to night every day without stopping for a moment. Because the Rat King told him that as long as he weaves enough magic ropes, the Rat King will allow him to reunite with his family.

It has been hundreds of years, and he was still a child when he was separated from his parents and brothers. One day later, after he had grown from a child into a strong man, a rat-headed man took him away... But this time it was not to reunite with his family, but to fulfill the Rat King's next wish.

He then spent several more years to create such an exquisite crown, which was engraved with patterns of leaves, flowers and feathers according to the requirements of the Mouse King. The inside of the crown was also inlaid with patterns of leopard heads and eagle heads. , integrating Bapu's ambition and greed into it. No one can refuse such a crown, Hazen thought, this time the Rat King will be satisfied.

Bapu puts the crown on his head. At this time, Hassen began to worry. The old patriarch had been seriously ill for many years. What if he disliked the crown as too heavy? Or maybe it's uncomfortable. There are not a few hairs left on his head, and cyan blood vessels are crawling all over his wrinkled scalp. It should be very uncomfortable for such a cold crown on his head, right?

Hassen began to complain about his lack of consideration.

But Bapu finally nodded with satisfaction, "Very good."

Hazen let out a breath.

"That's great, Your Majesty. Thank you for liking this crown." Hassen rubbed his hands nervously, overjoyed.

The Rat King didn't say anything else, he just looked at the crown carefully and stroked the gems over and over again with his wrinkled fingers. Hassen had no choice but to continue kneeling and waiting.

After a long time, the Rat King put on the crown again and found that the stoner had not left yet. He frowned and said, "Why are you still here?"

Hassan was dumbfounded. But then he felt that Bapu might be old and confused, so he reminded him, "Your Majesty the Rat King, you promised me before that as long as I build a perfect crown for you, you will allow me and my family to Meet."

He called "Your Majesty the Rat King" instead of "Your Majesty", and this young boy's indiscretion annoyed Bapu.

"Meet your family?" He narrowed his eyes and looked a little angry. Just when Hasen was feeling uneasy, the Rat King said to the guard next to him, "You, take him to meet his family."

Hassen didn't know the truth, but the guards knew it very well. These Stonemen were used by the Rat Tribe and after weaving a large number of magic-locking ropes for the Rat Tribe, they had already been numbered and blended into the Rat Tribe's army, making it impossible to find them... and might even be almost dead. But the bright-minded guard immediately understood what the Rat King meant, and led Ha Sen, who was grateful for his gratitude, to the winding Rat Clan passage.

It's not like Hasen hasn't thought about finding his relatives over the years, but it's almost impossible. The above-ground area of ​​the Rat Tribe is less than one-twentieth of the area of ​​the siege, but they have established a huge underground kingdom to reproduce their people. Hazen even suspected that they had dug through the entire siege, but this suspicion could not be confirmed. He had never seen the sun since arriving in the Rat Kingdom. He ate, drank, and had sex in his room. He never stepped out of the room unless led by the rat guards.

Tens of thousands of rat-headed men are digging these underground tunnels day and night. Thousands of meters deep underground, countless secret passages are intricately intertwined and layer upon layer... It is impossible to rely on your own feet. go out.

The guard pushed him out roughly like a prisoner, "Here we are."

Seeing that Hasen didn't understand, the guard impatiently urged, "Your family is in these caves! Go quickly!" The guard laughed evilly.

Hassen took a few steps suspiciously, but when he turned around, the guard was gone. He had no choice but to walk forward boldly. After walking for a while, he met a group of rat-headed men who were digging holes. The rude rat-headed captain caught him without explanation and gave him a number "8433". From then on, This became his new name from now on.

Hazen completely became a member of the Rat Clan.

The panic-stricken Persimmon burrowed into the thick grass, hoping to get rid of the elves. On the second day after eating Meng Guo, before she woke up, the elves rushed into her room and talked about how she confessed her love to Bo Yi Hult. She took it back to the room. Fortunately, these people didn't know that Shizi and Bo Yi had slept together, otherwise they might have caused a small nuclear explosion.

After entering the Flower Clan, Persimmon tried to keep a distance from Bo Yi. Persimmon was afraid that something outrageous would be said in the mouths of these bird tribe members, but he did not expect that Meng Guo would cause such an uproar.

The damn thing is that she doesn't remember anything! Persimmon really couldn't believe that he would do those outrageous things. Fortunately, Bo Yi didn't know where he ran away. If possible... she hoped she would never see Bo Yi again.

"There's movement over there!"

"Come on! Don't let her run away again!"

Persimmon hurriedly ran further away. In a panic, she hid behind a small waterfall, but accidentally discovered an extremely secret cave.

The elves have already caught up.

The cold waterfall water kept pouring on her head and body. Persimmon slipped and slid along the stone tunnel into a small shallow pond.

When she stood up again, she realized that a bow and arrow was pointing at her head.

When Persimmon was so scared that he was staring at each other, and the revolving door of life had begun to play in his mind, the poisonous ivy on the opposite side put down the arrow in his hand.

"I'm sorry!" Persimmon looked at Poison Ivy's plump body. She was taking a bath and spread her long, lush hair, swinging a whip-like vine in the middle, waving flexibly in the air like a snake.

"This is……"

Poison Ivy quickly tied up her hair and hid the vine inside. "This is my true nature," she said, already dressed. "Now you know my secret - I am a half-orc."

Seeing that there was no change in Persimmon's eyes, she added, "Do you know what an orc is?"

Orcs are the scum of the elves, they are bastards, and they are a shame that they will never be able to shake off for the rest of their lives.

"I know." Persimmon said, looking extremely calm.

"Orcs" actually have nothing to do with orcs. Orcs are a fallen tribe that lost their minds due to hatred and turned into beasts with human form. They are bloodthirsty and inhumane, and are used as slaves by the elves. It's just that the Flower Clan people dislike the orcs for being ugly, so they are unwilling to use them.

And these elves are insultingly called "orcs" just because they have human blood, which is enough to illustrate their low status.

This can also explain what Poison Ivy did just now. She could completely kill Persimmon without anyone noticing, and no one would find out about this place. Now it was Persimmon's turn to be confused. Why didn't Poison Ivy kill him?

If the situations of the two people were reversed, Persimmon can guarantee that Poison Ivy would be a corpse by now.

"I heard that you contradicted Cavotis at the temple," Poison Ivy was puzzled, "Why did you do that?"

Persimmon smiled. This person who had every reason to kill her but couldn't bear to do it asked himself why he wanted to speak for her.

"I just told the truth and you saved my life and I will never forget that."

The two girls finally sat down calmly.

"I will help you keep the secret." Persimmon said, she didn't understand why half-elves were discriminated against. Once upon a time, she believed that strength was the only law in this world. The strong occupied the besieged city and divided the resources, while the weak stayed together to survive. However, half-elves were only mixed with human blood. They were smarter and more powerful than ordinary elves, but Being treated so unfairly. Perhaps, that is not discrimination, but fear from the bottom of my heart.

"You offended Cavotis because of me, aren't you afraid that she will make things difficult for you?" Poison Ivy said.

"Can it be more terrifying than you? You can actually pick up a bow and arrow and point it at the enemy while taking a shower. Before your arrow could even be shot, I was so scared that I died." Poison Ivy smiled sheepishly. She had a beautiful smile, and Persimmon couldn't help but indulge in it.

"I have heard many stories about you. You also have a sharp wooden sword. Can you show it to me?"

Persimmon smiled sheepishly, "This is just a wooden thorn, be careful..."

With a secret to keep together, the two girls quickly become close.

Boyi seemed to be fascinated by the Hua Clan's martial arts arena. He was full of energy and wished he could stay there twenty-four hours a day.

He is a discerning man.

The Hua people's talent for practicing spiritual arts is very limited, but their advantage is their large population. The Flower Clan has formed the largest archer and cavalry corps in the spiritual world. As for some tribesmen with high spiritual talents, they were recruited by Anqione to become the clan leader's personal bodyguards, doing things like... dyeing clouds, maintaining temples, etc. things.

In such an environment, Boyi's swordsmanship grew rapidly. In just half a month, he defeated about 70% of the flower clan's swordsmen. But Boyi knew that with his current level of swordsmanship, there was still a long way to go before he could compete with spiritual skills.

During this time, Persimmon often went to Poison Ivy's "secret territory". Poison Ivy allows her to enter here for what Persimmon calls "training."

The two girls often practice together, drink, and chat... Although Poison Ivy is busy most of the time, if she returns to this place, she will chat with Persimmon for a while. She also likes persimmons. Others only saw Persimmon playing both sides, but she found that this little girl who was good at accepting advice and submissiveness was always worried.

In essence, they all have the stubbornness to never admit defeat. Despite being ostracized and suspicious by his fellow tribesmen, Poison Ivy still fulfilled his duties and used his best efforts to protect every inch of the Flower Tribe's territory. Although Persimmon is an absolute egoist, she does not despise this noble character. She just felt that she was lucky to have met such a friend.

The seemingly peaceful days passed day by day.

But some people in the Rat Clan can no longer sit still.

Wilko looked at the Life Gem that Barris returned, and there was a reward order returned with the gem.

More than a month has passed, and the bounty on this female elf has increased from one hundred gold coins and ten death stones to five hundred gold coins and thirty death stones. There are many crazy people in the rat tribe who are ready to take action, not to mention that this girl is still a coward who pretends to be powerful and has no ability at all.

But waves of people who managed to escape cried to Barris that they had no way of starting. This girl used to stay with the youngest son of the leader of the Leopard Clan every day, but now she has entered the territory of the Flower Clan, and her daily schedule is elusive. What's more, she is guarded by a smart and ferocious monster. Almost all the rat-heads became food for the deer.

According to Wilko's usual behavior, he would not mind such nosy matters at all - a legion commander who manages tens of thousands of soldiers cannot afford to worry about such a small bounty. But not long ago, he learned bad news from the guard - the girl who escaped from the cave that day was not from Halima. The girl quickly left Halima after escaping from the cave, and is now fighting fiercely with the elves in the flower tribe.

The surviving girl is Persimmon.

This seems to make things more serious. If Persimmon tells the story about these underground passages, the rat clan's plan that affects the survival of the entire clan may come to naught! The Rat Clan has been preparing for more than a thousand years, and he has been waiting for this long! Nothing can go wrong at this time!

However, this amazing girl brought more surprises to Wilko than just that. Through investigation, Wilco discovered that the demon who escaped from the magic rope that day went crazy because of smelling the girl's blood. For this reason, he specifically consulted the eldest and most knowledgeable elder of the rat tribe, and combined with the information he collected about persimmons, Wilco came to a conclusion——

This girl might be a human.