Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Chapter 439: Twisted Black Fog - Crossing the Milouse Forest

Looking at the big fool in front of him, Weilin smiled contemptuously.

The long sword in his hand cut across the ogre's head, as if cutting melons and vegetables, easily and freely.

The ogre's body was separated instantly, and the head rolled to the ground with a gurgling sound, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing everywhere.

The death of the master directly frightened the kobolds, and they were terrified and had no fighting spirit.

The other ogres were aroused to fight, their eyes were red, and they rushed towards Weilin with their weapons raised high.

Weilin didn't care about these small fish.

He flashed and dodged the ogre's attack. At the same time, he swung the long sword in his hand, and a sword energy passed through, cutting several ogres in half. The incision was smooth and smooth, as if it was cut by a laser.

The ogre's internal organs and blood sprayed out, splashing all over Weilin, but he didn't care, as if these were just trivial matters.

With more than a dozen ogres dismembered, the remaining dog-headed men had no worries and fled in all directions.

Gray stood on the periphery, drew his long sword, and began to harvest the lives of the dog-headed men. His sword skills were like ghosts. Every swing of the sword could take the life of a dog-headed man, as if dancing gracefully and fatally.

Blue stood on a big tree, constantly using his own magic power, condensing arrows, and shooting at the fish that escaped the net.

As for the other few people, they watched the battle on the side.

Kyle fell into deep thought about the fighting methods of his two subordinates. Gray's fighting skills were very good and there was no drag, but Blue was a little rusty and had to practice more when he returned.

Looking at the human "adventure team" that suddenly appeared, the half-elves on the wooden fence did not relax at all, but felt as if they were facing a great enemy.

Too many of their tribesmen were captured by humans, and their vigilance against humans was even greater than that of the monster races from the Misty Forest.

Standing among a pile of broken limbs and arms, Weilin Gang said with unprecedented ease.

Kyle came to Weilin and used a cleansing spell to wash the blood off his body.

"Elder, what should we do?" The captain of the village guard, a low-level silver half-elf warrior, asked a half-elf elder in Elvish, his tone full of worry.

"The other party helped us defeat the ogre and his servants. In any case, they are indebted to us. Let the tribe prepare the best food and entertain them."

"Follow your orders."

The surrounding half-elf warriors and rangers heard the elder's words and put away their hatred.

No matter what the situation was, these human adventurers saved them, and they could not be ungrateful.

After a while, the gate of the half-elf village was opened, and the half-elf elder led several half-elf rangers out of the village.

"Stranger, on behalf of the 136 half-elves in the village, thank you for saving the village of Tolliens."

"I have asked people to prepare rich food. Thank you for your help."

Welin nodded without saying anything and followed the half-elf elder into the half-elf village called Tolliens.

After entering the village and looking around, most half-elves were filled with fear.

Welin didn't care about this. Humans were not good things in the eyes of elves and half-elves. Anyway, eyes can't kill people, so what if they look at them a few more times.

The others followed behind Weilin and walked into the first half-elf village they met in the forest.

Entering a wooden hall, Weilin sat in the main seat, and the others sat down in turn.

Afterwards, the beautiful half-elf girl brought various fruits and meals into the hall and placed them on the wooden table in turn.

Welin grabbed a fruit and took a bite. It was very sweet.

"Elder, where is this place?" Kyle looked at the half-elf elder and asked with a smile.

Facing this restrained young man, the half-elf elder instantly felt great pressure.

"This is the eastern border of Milus Forest Sea. Three kilometers east of here is the Misty Forest."

"Do you have a map?"

In response to Weilin's inquiry, the half-elf elder said with some regret: "I'm sorry, we are just a small settlement here. If you need it, I can send a ranger to lead you through Milus Forest Sea."

"Thank you, elder." Weilin said thank you.

Seeing this, the half-elf elder called a half-elf warrior and ordered in Elvish: "Go and call Korus."

"Yes, elder."

Not long after, a middle-aged half-elf ranger came to the hall and saluted the half-elf elder.

"Korus, I need you as a guide to lead these distinguished guests through Milus Forest Sea."

"As you say, Elder Cordis." The half-elf ranger replied in Common Language.

There were not many half-elves who could speak the common language in this village. There were only three of them, one was the half-elf elder Kodis, one was the half-elf ranger Korus, and the last one was the granddaughter of the half-elf elder, Lilia.

After enjoying the meal, Weilin did not stay for long. Under the leadership of Korus, he embarked on a journey through the Milus Forest Sea.

Under the leadership of the half-elf ranger, Weilin and his party successfully passed through the Milus Forest Sea and arrived at the central area of ​​the Imana Half-Elf Principality.

On the way, through the conversation with the half-elf, Weilin understood the full picture of the Milus Forest Sea, which was called Milus by the half-elves.

It runs through the northeastern region of the Half-Elf Principality of Imana, with a total area of ​​760,000 square kilometers, accounting for about one-third of the entire country's territory. The number of half-elves living in it is between 1.2 million and 1.33 million. Between 10,000 and 10,000 people, only one-sixth of the country’s population.

After spending five days with everyone, the half-elf ranger Cordis still had a great prejudice against humans, but he had a great impression of Verin and the others.

Vaelin's demeanor and strength impressed the half-elf ranger.

"This is the border of the East Mulhouse Province, and you will enter the Lepuo Province further ahead." The half-elf ranger pointed to the plains in the distance and said to Verin.

"Cordis, thank you for your help. This is your reward." Weilin took out thirty gold coins, put them in a cloth bag, and handed them to him.

The half-elf ranger shook his head and refused: "Lord Verin, you and your companions saved my home. This is already the best reward. Please do not pay any additional reward."

"Take it."

"Thank you for your kindness. I have my own rules. Please forgive me." Half-elf Ranger Cordis shook his head again and refused.

After several excuses, Weilin had no choice but to take back the gold coins.

He had a new understanding of the stubbornness of the Imana half-elf with moon elf blood.

After bidding farewell to the half-elf ranger, Verin mounted a red phosphorus horse and led everyone into the Adalad province.

During this month in Mulhouse Forest Sea, he also had a great harvest. He obtained more than 30 kinds of seeds of local fruit trees, which he planned to bring back to the Praying Star Leader for cultivation.

After emerging from the forest, there were obviously more villages and towns.

For Weilin and his party, the half-elves along the way were not close to each other, but they were not exclusive either. The two of them got along well with each other.

Located in the southern region of Lepuo Province, there is a small town called Sarasha with a population of only more than 3,000 half-elves. At this moment, it has become a slave of the black mist, which is spreading in all directions.

When the provincial capital of Lepuo province received the news, it was already two days later.

When the guardian legend went to the capital of the Moon Elf King, this black fog broke out, and it was obvious that there was someone behind it.

During this period, six small towns and eighteen villages have fallen, and tens of thousands of half-elves have become slaves of the black mist.

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