Trembling surrounded by elves [Western Fantasy]

Persimmon was excited and dusted his arms in a panic, as if he wanted to shake off the fingerprints of the man just now.

The woman's thin body lay on the ground, struggling several times but unable to get up. Gradually, her body became more transparent. She forced her face up and said, half to comfort and half to warn, "Don't go any further... We can't get in..."

Her body swayed, and Persimmon couldn't help but step forward to help her. But thinking of the scene just now, she stopped again.

"Go back...go...even in the wilderness, we can still...live..."

"Go back? Where?" Persimmon was puzzled.

Another string of lightning shot out from Persimmon's arms and hit the woman in front of her, blasting a pit into the land.

"Get out." Boyi's voice was full of murderous intent.

The woman's face darkened and she didn't dare to say anything more. She lowered her head, and her body gradually disappeared, turning into a black butterfly, waving its wings and flying away.

Sylvain asked with concern, "Persimmon, do you have any impression of the Kingdom of Abaddon she just mentioned?"

"No." Persimmon replied firmly.

She's human, there's no way she's been anywhere here.

Persimmon stared at the direction where the woman turned into a butterfly for a long time. After a while, he said, "Maybe she has good intentions..."

"Of course this kind of trash can't enter the city." Boyi said matter-of-factly.

His words made Persimmon feel even lower.

She only wanted to come to the besieged city with all her heart, but when she finally arrived, she found that this place was not a city at all. No one knew how to get in, and many goblins returned midway... This was not a good sign.

Even fairies with spiritual powers can't get in. Can a useless human like her really get into the city?

She hesitated.

"Sylvain, let's... wait two days before leaving, okay?"

"Hmm? Persimmon, do you want to practice?"

"Well, actually...well, I want to practice."

After her last "practice", Persimmon was surprised to find that she began to perceive more and more distant things.

Not only hearing sounds or smelling smells, but also vague shadows could appear in her mind. Although every practice process makes her extremely painful, she can find transcendent peace in her heart afterward... This is what she needs most now.

Persimmon sat down in the hiding place of the bush, took out the eggs from his arms and put them aside.

"Bo Yi, thank you just now." She said to Dandan.

When the woman grabbed her just now, she was indeed frightened by the woman's sudden action. Although she felt that the woman had no ill intentions towards her, she was still very grateful to Boyi for helping her.

She had always felt that Boyi was a child with a simple mind. Although he seldom speaks and never has a good word to say, every time he is teased, his childish true colors immediately appear.

Taking him with me was just a way to take him with me. But today he took action for himself, and Persimmon still felt a little warm in his heart. The feeling... was a bit like his own child protecting him.

Thinking of this, Persimmon felt funny again. If Boyi knew what she was thinking now, she would be furious again.

But he is such a powerful person, why must he follow him? Could it be that before he came out of the egg, he had no ability to move, so he allowed himself to take him into the siege?

Persimmon's hand couldn't help but want to touch her balls, but she withdrew her hand just when they were about to touch it.

Realizing that he was distracted, Persimmon hurriedly shook his head and quickly sat upright, ready to start practicing.

Boyi felt Shizi's hand slowly reaching out, and his heart tightened and he held his breath.

She had touched him before, but that was a long time ago. Before he spoke to her, she always held him in her arms. Occasionally she would pat him and talk to him, and sometimes she would He can tell some embarrassing jokes. Those jokes are really not funny, and some of them he still doesn’t understand... In fact, this is not really a "long time". He is almost an adult, and he has been practicing in the wasteland for more than 3,000 years. time.

Just a few months is really not a "long time".

But just when he felt like he was out of breath, this woman actually withdrew her hand, quickly sat down and started practicing!

Although he is just an egg, he can feel everything! This bastard, is she kidding me?

"Damn it!" he cursed angrily.

Persimmon thought he was embarrassed, smiled and said nothing.

Persimmon used his consciousness to slowly explore and feel from near to far.

Under the thick fallen leaves underfoot, several small, gentle-tempered corn snakes swam slowly. A butterfly flapped its wings and landed on the branches overhead. They had a fruity scent. There are many birds resting in the large flowers and grass not far ahead. The breeze blowing from the southeast is mixed with the fragrance of flowers, the smell of moist earth, and... there is also a fishy smell.

Like spoiled raw meat.

She vaguely felt that there was a small animal, as big as a cat, crawling slowly and hard among the flowers...

Persimmon opened his eyes, put away his balls and walked out of the shade, picked up a tree stick and walked towards the southeast.

After about fifty or sixty meters, Persimmon pushed aside a half-meter-high purple flower bush and saw a small figure.

It was a little over a foot long, with a yellow background and black stripes. There was a black wound on its right hind leg, which ran through the entire calf and extended to the buttocks.

The serious injury left the little guy almost unable to walk, and he could only struggle to crawl forward with his remaining three legs.

Hearing the noise, it raised its head and glanced at Persimmon. There is also a vague "king" pattern on the furry little head.

One...a little tiger?

The little tiger glared at Persimmon fiercely, then ignored her and continued to crawl aimlessly. It climbed very hard and looked exhausted. There were many burns and puncture wounds all over its face and body.

The black wound was really strange. Persimmon did not dare to move it with his hands, so he carefully picked a flower and gently placed it on the wound on his calf.

The flowers quickly turn black and rot.

Persimmon took a breath.

She found two thick and flexible leaves and poked a few holes to make a pair of simple gloves. She grabbed the little tiger's forelimbs and put it into the small basket she brought with her. The basket was already lined with thick hay. It struggled a few times at first, but had no strength and stopped moving.

"Sylvain!"

Sylvan hurried over when he heard Persimmon's cry and saw the wound of the little tiger. "Oh my God!" he shouted, "Poor little thing, it needs to clean the wound immediately!"

The two people rushed to a small pool. By this time, the bottom of the basket had been corroded to the point of almost rotting.

Once placed on the ground, the little tiger continued to crawl inch by inch. After Sylvain filled the bottle with water to drink, he dispersed the birds and beasts around him who were drinking from the water.

Persimmon held it up and placed it on a big stone by the water.

She fixed its upper limbs with one hand, and scooped up stream water with the other hand to wash the black wound carefully. The water flowing from the wound turned black, and some of it was sprinkled into the creek, and all the fish and shrimps dispersed far away.

The little tiger, which had been unable to struggle and was at the mercy of Persimmon, began to howl feebly again when water was sprinkled on the wound.

"It'll be fine soon, just be patient." Persimmon comforted it gently, still moving its hands.

After cleaning, the little tiger had passed out.

After all this tossing, Persimmon was tired and sat down in the grass nearby, observing its wounds carefully.

The wound was no longer bleeding, and the edges were white, like rotten flesh that had lost its color. Deep in the wound, there seemed to be dark green liquid flowing.

"Is this poison?"

"It looks like corrosion to me," Sylvain said.

"corrosion?"

That's right, its wound seems to be rotting deeper and deeper all the time. "Then, what about its leg?" Is it like a human infection, if it is not treated in time, its leg, it...

"It's not like an ordinary beast." Sylvain stretched out his hand and felt the little tiger's forehead, "This seems to be a monster."

Persimmon remembers that the fairies mentioned that Warcraft and Elves have varying degrees of self-healing abilities. The more powerful the spirit body is, the stronger its ability to heal itself.

"Have you ever seen this animal?"

Sylvan knew what Persimmon was thinking, and he shook his head, "It has spiritual power fluctuations on it. But I don't know if it can heal itself."

At this time, the little tiger woke up faintly, licked Persimmon's hand gratefully, and fell asleep again.

Persimmon smiled warmly and gently stroked the little tiger's head, trying to relieve its pain.

"Keep this dirty thing away from me." Bo Yi spoke coldly, his tone as unfriendly as ever.

Persimmon didn't expect Boyi to speak. She ignored the cynicism in his words and asked him for help, "Bo Yi, do you know what kind of poison this is?"

Although she didn't know whether Bo Yi would answer, she still put on a smile and continued to ask: "Sir, the distinguished Sir Bo Yi Hult, do you know what to do to save this little guy?"

"Just you? You still want to save others."

Seeing Boyi's attitude, Persimmon became even more convinced that he had a solution, so she pretended to be aggrieved and said, "Isn't it for you?"

"What do you mean for me?" Persimmon's words successfully aroused his interest.

"You tell me what to do first, and then I'll tell you."

Bo Yi snorted angrily, and really wanted to know what Persimmon wanted to do, so he could only say angrily, "Why don't you just cut off that piece of his flesh, idiot! Tell me what you want to do by saving it." !”

Persimmon stroked the little tiger.

"Sir, I am stupid, and Sylvan's child is a bit stupid. We two stupid and stupid guys are staying with you. If you don't do prenatal education well, your parents will definitely not let us go! I saved this little guy so that when you are born, I can have a majestic playmate..."

"Go to hell, you stupid woman!" Before Persimmon could finish speaking, Bo Yi roared uncontrollably.