Trembling surrounded by elves [Western Fantasy]

"I picked it up." She didn't take out the balls, fearing to scare poor Sylvain again, "Do you know what this is? It can talk, and it actually has a name, called...Bo Yi, what a Weird name.”

"I, I'm not sure." Sylvan's berry-colored lips turned gray, "I, when I got the egg just now, I felt that there was a very powerful spiritual power in it, although I couldn't tell it. This is the exact kind of spirit, but I can feel that this power is against me and can easily destroy me."

"Oh?" Persimmon raised his eyebrows, looking unconvinced.

He recalled that feeling and continued, "It doesn't look like it belongs in the wasteland." Sylvan said with some embarrassment, "It is impossible for low-level fairies like us to have this form. But... I have heard of it, The descendants of the elves who have lived in the besieged city for tens of thousands of years may be born with such egg-shaped spirit-gathering bodies, but the number is extremely rare... Sometimes, one will only appear in hundreds of thousands of years."

"Elves?"

According to what I heard before, only goblins who have transformed into human form can enter the besieged city. How many years and what kind of strength do these goblins need to go through before they can form a tribe in the besieged city where strong men appear and survive for thousands of years?

However, if it is really such a precious existence as Sylvan said, then if you hold it in your hand for fear of flying and if you hold it in your mouth for fear of melting, then there is no way it should be allowed to appear in Liwei City. Such a far away wasteland?

Persimmon thought that Sylvain was talking nonsense, so he listened indifferently and retorted to him casually, "If this egg is so precious, why is it here?"

Sylvain was speechless.

He vaguely felt such a power when he first saw Persimmon. At that time, he thought that Persimmon had temporarily forgotten his own power because of amnesia. Along the way, he and Persimmon often talked about ways to cultivate spiritual power, trying to help Persimmon regain his own strength.

Under Sylvain's patient teaching, Persimmon couldn't resist his kindness and had to pretend to practice for three days to sense the ubiquitous energy in nature. Unexpectedly, Persimmon was almost tortured to death by all kinds of information that entered his mind.

She felt the crickets fighting in the grass, the fish leaping out of the water, the frogs emerging from the soil... She felt the lizards chewing the fat bugs, the foxes tearing open the intestines of the rabbits, and the young chicks being pecked to death by the big birds. Neck...

For three whole days, she felt the traces of life around her, rebirth and death, happiness and sadness. This made her very painful, but she couldn't stop it until she couldn't hold it in anymore and passed out, sleeping for a whole day and night.

Four days passed before Sylvain finally let her go. Persimmon had no choice but to comfort him and said, "Maybe I'm not the material for cultivation. It's already great to be able to become a human!"

Time passed day by day, and the distance between them and the siege city became shorter and shorter day by day. They had walked all the way from the distant "border" of the wasteland, and only when they got here could they vaguely see a few figures coming and going.

But what makes Persimmon strange is that these goblins who have cultivated human bodies are already very close to the besieged city, but they are still lingering on the edge. Some elves left in the direction they came from. They were unwilling to communicate with others and stayed away from the siege in silence.

According to what she saw along the way, the besieged city is a holy place for believers to the goblins here. It is the Peach Blossom Land, Utopia, the aspiration of all fairies, and the most noble and holy place in the world. Persimmon couldn't understand why there could be fairies in human form, facing the "wonderland" right in front of them, and turning around and leaving without looking back?

After two days of walking and observing like this, she saw that these people all had a common characteristic - they were all depressed.

Some of them hide it very well, but Persimmon can be sure that these people are annoyed and decadent, unwilling but helpless!

After learning that they were going to besiege the city, they looked at them with a hint of mockery in their eyes, as if they were waiting to see what was about to happen.

"Besieged City." Persimmon suddenly stopped, "Why is it called Besieged City? Is there a wall outside the city? Or is there some kind of barrier?"

She turned around to look for Sylvan, but she saw him looking at her eagerly from ten meters away, not daring to take a step beyond the "Thunder Pond".

"Sylvain!" she called him. He finally came to his senses and no longer stared at the elf eggs in her arms.

"Come here!" Persimmon shouted with a straight face.

Sylvain has a small frame and is a little shorter than 1.67 meters tall, like a teenager.

"I..." Sylvan shrank his head.

Since the last time he saw the "scene" of Bo Yi being angry, he has not dared to get close to Bo Yi, and he only dared to follow him from a distance every time he walked.

He is a tree on the edge of a cliff, and what he fears most is thunder and lightning!

Persimmon sighed. She thought that Sylvan was frightened last time and that it would be fine after a few days when he got used to Bo Yi's presence. Unexpectedly, the situation has not improved at all after so long... Is he a goblin?

"Sylvain, come here." Persimmon persuaded with a soft voice, "Are you afraid of Bo Yi?"

The boy nodded his head wildly a few times, his big eyes blinking, looking pitiful.

Persimmon smiled, "Ha, he's just an egg now. What are you afraid of?" She took the egg out of her pocket and tossed it around for fun. "Sylvain, come here." She called him again with a straight face, "If you don't come over, I will throw the egg over." Persimmon said with a smile, "When the time comes, will you pick it up?"

Sylvain rubbed his fingers uneasily in his hands. His expression changed again and again. His beautiful face looked troubled. Anyone who looked at it couldn't help but feel pity.

But Persimmon doesn’t care so much. This little tree demon has a beautiful life, a simple heart, and is so timid. How can he not be bullied to death when he enters a besieged city? And since she was just a weak human being, she had no way to protect him.

Persimmon made a move to throw his balls out. Seeing this, Sylvan couldn't think about it. He took three steps and two at a time - jumped behind Persimmon.

"Why are you less useful than me? Why are you afraid of him? Are you afraid that he will kill you?"

Sylvan was stunned, "He...is amazing..."

"So, he is so powerful, if he wants to kill you, can you hide from him?"

Sylvain shook his head.

"You can't hide, so why are you hiding?" Persimmon held Sylvan's panicked hand and said seriously, "Don't worry, he won't hurt us."

When Boyi in the egg heard these words, he couldn't help but be touched by them.

This was the first time he heard it from Persimmon's mouth, and she trusted him.

"After all, when he was born, you still had to protect him and be his parents. How can it be said that an elder is so afraid of his own child..."

"Shut up!" Bo Yi shouted, "You idiot, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Hearing Bo Yi's unsurprising roar, Persimmon stopped laughing, but there was still a proud smile on his face. Even Sylvain, a coward, couldn't help but smile on his face.

He looked at Persimmon who was smiling evilly, and suddenly understood that they had been getting along like this for the past few weeks.

Whenever Shizi teases Bo Yi, Bo Yi, who has always been silent, can't help but shout out loud, but he has never actually touched Shizi.

"Sylvain, what is the 'siege' built for?"

Before Sylvain had time to speak, a sound of singing that was getting closer and closer reached their ears. The singer seemed to have been severely injured. His singing voice was weak and he couldn't even hear the pitch. He could only barely hear some intermittent words clearly.

"Great King...you have my head

I am willing to spread my blood...in every territory of Abaddon

I'm willing to... break off the wolf's fangs

I am willing to cut off...the body of the python...

Even if the moon over the strait... falls into the abyss

The flowers of hell are illuminated by... the scorching sun..."

"But I will always stay by your side and never give in in this endless night." After listening, Persimmon sang the second half of the sentence casually.

The man suddenly raised his head and stared at the persimmon!

The woman, who was weakly singing songs and walking unsteadily, got the strength from nowhere, rushed forward and grabbed Persimmon's shoulders fiercely.

"Who are you and how can you sing this song!" There were veins on the back of her thin hands, and the clothes she wore were in tatters. She looked very embarrassed, but Persimmon could still see her original good looks.

Persimmon didn't know why she sang this song, she just... picked it up casually.

Facing this man's urgent and slightly crazy gaze, Persimmon shrank back in fear.

But the man grabbed her relentlessly and forced her with fierce eyes, "Why do you sing this song! Where do you come from? Are you... a citizen of Abaddon?"

Before he finished speaking, a silver light suddenly burst out from Persimmon's arms, and the huge burst of energy knocked the man away.

Bo Yi snorted coldly.