Trembling surrounded by elves [Western Fantasy]

Persimmon carefully asked about some details of entering the city.

"What a beautiful little sapling!" The old man sighed as he looked at Sylvan's young face. "If I could become a human, would I also..." Hanshu didn't continue.

"No! You don't want to die!" Sylvan rushed forward and poured all his water on the roots of the tree. "I will give you all my water, but you don't want..."

"It's useless, the time is up, I should go..."

After saying that, the dead tree turned into ashes and disappeared in the wind, making the land even more deserted.

Persimmon grabbed Sylvain who was sobbing and said, "Let's go too."

According to what Hanshu said, Persimmon and Sylvan actually found the three big bloody rocks, two short and one long, at the edge of the woods.

The old man said that this is the starting point of the road. As long as you walk along this road, you will be blessed by the gods.

The monsters in the woods cannot be seen or touched, let alone sense them at all.

This "path" is about half a meter wide. Although it is narrow, it is not too difficult for the two slim people to get through it. However, the color of this winding "path" is very similar to the color of ordinary land. If you accidentally take a wrong step, you will never be able to get back to the road.

"Persimmon, can we... really pass?" Sylvan tugged on Persimmon's sleeve.

"Of course it's no problem!" Persimmon trembled with his legs and pretended to smile relaxedly at Sylvain behind him.

"You follow me closely, be careful, do you understand?"

"understand!"

Persimmon took a deep breath and raised his feet to take the first step.

Something seemed to be stuck on his feet.

Persimmon looked down and saw that the little tiger was biting Persimmon's trouser leg and leading her in the opposite direction.

"Why are you here?"

She went a little crazy, picked up the little tiger and put it on the ground.

"Why are you here again?" This time the little tiger did not sit down obediently, but hugged Persimmon's calf tightly and refused to let go.

Persimmon kicked the little tiger away hard, "I can't take you away, and I'm not your master. Just leave!"

The little tiger still hugged Persimmon's legs tightly.

"Persimmon, let me hold it." Sylvain couldn't bear to see the little tiger like this, "I know you think the front is dangerous, but if you put it here, it might run into the woods on its own. "

Persimmon thought for a moment, then "teared" the little tiger off his leg like a band-aid and held it in his arms.

"I really can't do anything about you." The little tiger grinned happily and snuggled into Persimmon's arms obediently.

Persimmon scared the little tiger, "If you don't obey me, I will feed you to the wild beasts on the spot."

There was a hint of cunning in the little tiger's eyes, but he still lay quietly and obediently in Persimmon's arms.

Persimmon finally took the first step into the forest.

It wasn't until her chest hurt from being squeezed that she realized that she was holding her breath and not daring to ventilate because of her nervousness. She carefully identified the color of the ground beneath her feet and took every step carefully.

Sylvain followed Persimmon step by step.

The trees here are all dead, and the thick and dense canopy blocks the sunlight. The whole forest has a strange black atmosphere. From time to time, one or two strange cries came from the forest, like the cry of a baby or the neighing of wild birds. Persimmon's forehead was sweating non-stop.

Although Hanshu said that their voices would not be heard, the two of them kept silent.

As if a year had passed, Persimmon stopped and looked back, and he could still vaguely see the light at the entrance.

We’ve only gone this far, Persimmon thought. Suddenly, she stiffened and couldn't move.

About five meters in front of her right, there was a beast moving this way.

This beast was about the size of a monkey, with glowing eyes, black hairless skin, and a horn as big as its head actually growing in the center of its forehead. It grinned with a mouth full of yellow fangs and crawled towards this side step by step while lying on the ground.

Persimmon can see the black and red saliva at the corner of its mouth.

That is blood.

Sweat ran down her forehead and soaked her collar.

Close! It’s only two meters!

Persimmon held Sylvan's hand tightly, partly out of fear, but partly to reassure him that he must be patient.

Sylvan was also frightened by the bloody smell. But he bit his lower lip tightly and forced himself to calm down.

The beast walked straight through the "path"... without even looking at Persimmon and the others.

Persimmon controlled his breathing gently. The two of them looked at each other, with uncontrollable joy in their eyes. You can really become invisible on this road! In this case, their chances of successfully crossing the Demonic Ridge are much greater.

Although Persimmon was happy, he was still very cautious. What if this monster is blind? After passing six or seven more monsters, large and small, that "ignored" them, her hanging heart finally relaxed.

Although they were temporarily safe, they also endured psychological torture.

You need to carefully identify each step before taking it. One wrong step may lead to disaster.

The most terrifying thing is that although the beasts in the forest cannot see them, Persimmon can clearly see what they are doing. Various monsters bite and fight beside the path. At one point, a crow with its head ripped off even nearly hit Persimmon's head.

Persimmon and Sylvain were on tenterhooks, like mice sneaking through the cracks among cats.

Four hours passed, and Persimmon felt that a century had passed. She saw more monsters in this forest than she had seen in the wilderness in the past few months.

Every monster carries a frightening smell of blood. One more time, the beast cut off an elf's head right in front of Persimmon!

God! What evil has she done! As a human being, it’s okay for her to travel to such a ghost place. Why should she watch the execution of thousands of monsters now?

And she only dared to think about these things so casually when she huddled in this small place to rest after she couldn't tell the road at all at night.

The deeper you go into the forest, the denser the monsters become. Persimmon hadn't closed her eyes for two days and two nights, and she couldn't fall asleep at all when she rested. Her eyes were red, and the arms holding Xiaohu were stiff.

At this time, among the group of fighting monsters, she saw a "person" from a distance.

No, he obviously looks similar to a human, but his whole body exudes an inexplicable weird aura.

This "person" is more than two meters long, with hands, feet and body as slender and soft as the tentacles of a jellyfish. Its face is twice as long as a human's, and its green face is lifeless. The facial features were motionless, as if they were attached. He stared at Persimmon for a while, smiled strangely at her, stretched out his long legs, and moved deep into the forest like a split.

That smile made Persimmon's hair stand on end, but she didn't dare to think too much and continued to carefully identify the road ahead.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally saw a little light appearing in front of her!

At this time, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the surroundings were surrounded by monsters that were being slaughtered.

A purple-eyed spider was gnawing at the tail of a python like a whirlwind; countless eyes spit out red flames, igniting the orc's body; a fanged monster the size of a mammoth was wrapping an elf with its tongue. head, trying to swallow him whole...

But suddenly, everything around him became different.

Persimmon seemed to have arrived at that quiet night. In the moonlight, a girl in purple slowly turned around... It was the goddess that Persimmon had dreamed of countless times and felt heartbroken for!

When she saw Persimmon, she smiled seductively, and then turned around and left like the scene in every dream.

"No! Don't go!"

Persimmon shouted, his consciousness suddenly regained some clarity, and he felt something was wrong.

How could the cold and melancholy purple-robed goddess in the dream smile so seductively?

With his arms empty, Xiaohu broke away from his arms and chased after the man.

Persimmon took two steps to catch up without thinking, and then hugged the little tiger again.

But just two steps away, he fell from heaven to hell.

In an instant, all the monsters stopped fighting, and thousands of hungry eyes were shot at Persimmon like sharp swords.

She's out of bounds.

By the time she realized she had stepped off the trail, it was already too late.

She couldn't see Sylvain...there were monsters all around, and she didn't know where to run.

She stood there blankly, almost collapsing!

"Run!" Sylvan shouted as he rushed out of the "path", and dense tree branches rose from the ground, intertwining into two barriers to keep the monsters out. Persimmon suddenly reacted and started running desperately towards the light source in the distance along the path opened by Sylvan.

Sylvain followed. But this fragile barrier can only temporarily divert the monsters' attention. In just a few seconds, they broke through the barrier and rushed towards the two of them.

"what--"

The giant python tripped Persimmon down with its tail, and the black monsters pressed up together.

"Don't—" Sylvain yelled.

Could he really die here like this? ! Persimmon stared with blood-red eyes and stretched his hands desperately towards the light not far away.

Seeing that Persimmon was surrounded by monsters, suddenly a silver-blue light radiated from Persimmon's arms. Thousands of rolling thunder struck all around at the same time, knocking away all the monsters.

Only the rolling thunder was heard mixed with countless howls and whines.

"Dirty bugs," the man said.

Amidst the thunder that echoed throughout the Demon-Fuying Ridge, Dandan's whole body glowed and rose into the air from Persimmon's arms.

After a moment, Dandan disappeared, replaced by a black panther covered in lightning and with shiny fur.

The slender black panther let out a roar, and lightning-like light emitted from it, blinding everyone.

After the white light disappeared, a naked little boy lay quietly in Persimmon's arms. The woods were littered with corpses.

Sylvan ran over from a distance, crying and hugging Persimmon tightly.

"Sylvan, I'm fine, please let go of me first." Persimmon broke away from Sylvan's arms and glanced at the unconscious boy in his arms.

She took off her coat, wrapped the boy in her clothes and hugged him.

"It's not safe here, let's leave quickly."

Sylvain nodded. The two of them quickly ran towards the light source not far away.