Mage's Secret

By the time Traphael and Murphy ran down the mountain, the elves had already rushed into the moving forest.

Trafael reined in the horse that was about to continue to charge forward, and stopped at the outskirts of the forest, and Murphy also stopped beside him.

"Aren't we going to go in and have a look?" Murphy asked, looking at the branches and leaves of the tree man that swayed as they moved slowly. This was the first time he saw a tree man, so he felt a little novel.But to Murphy's disappointment, no matter how you looked at them, they were no different from ordinary trees, except that they were taller.They don't have organs like eyes, nose, ears or mouth, and they move mainly by crawling slowly in the soil with their roots—this is what he learned from Traphael's book.But standing on the surface, they can't see the movement of their roots underground.

The mage shook his head: "I think he must have some very special ability to rush in like this, and this ability is something we don't have. To be on the safe side, we just wait here for him."

As the tree man moved, the entire forest made the rustling sound of branches. These sounds merged together and formed a huge sound wave.Not to mention, the movement of the trees startled the residents of the original forest, and the chirping of birds and beasts was endless.But even in such a noisy deep forest, the elf's voice still clearly reached the ears of mages and demons.He was shouting something, in a strange Elvish language.Traphael knew some elves, so he also knew a little bit of Elvish language, but he couldn't understand a single word of Roy's words. He could only barely determine the type of language used by the other party from the way the other party pronounced it.

The elf should have used a special sound transmission spell, Traphael judged this way, but what purpose did he have, the mage couldn't figure it out.

Roy kept repeating those few words, so many times that Traphael could almost recite these elf languages ​​with strange pronunciation positions and extra chatter.After waiting for a long time, Murphy raised his head to look at the position of the sun in the sky from time to time, showing an obviously impatient expression.He asked the mage several times to go in and have a look alone, but was rejected by the mage.

"Be patient," Traphael put his hand on the back of Murphy's hand that was holding the rein tightly, watching him and said calmly: "It is very dangerous to go in at this time, even if these strange actions of the elves have no effect, in the worst case It's just us waiting two more months. I don't think you should feel anxious about what we are going to do."

The mage's words made Murphy calm down very quickly. Even though he still looked impatient, at least he didn't ask to enter the forest anymore.

There was one more thing that Traphael didn't say - if the elf's behavior was just out of madness, then he would rather be in danger than the elf than Murphy.

However, it was soon proved that the elf's actions were not meaningless. Amidst his curse-like shout, the tree man's movement gradually stopped.The forest returned to its original tranquil appearance, only the frightened howling of birds and animals remained.

Under the surprised eyes of the mage, the figure of Roy riding a horse appeared from behind the layers of tree shadows. He still looked as calm as stagnant water, but his face was obviously tired, and the sound of breathing It was also much thicker than usual, and even his fingers were trembling slightly.

He reluctantly directed the brown steed under him to Traphael's side, automatically ignoring Murphy's suddenly ignited eyes, approached Traphael and said: "I just made an agreement with the tree people, they You can give us a week to cross this forest." It's not that there is any need for him to keep his words secret, but because his voice is really weak, and he approached Traphael's ear just to let the latter Listen to what he said.

This surprised the mage, not to mention communicating with the tree people before, he didn't even know that the tree people are also intelligent creatures-most people in the world don't know it, but a small number of people may know about it The conclusion is still a conservative conclusion made by Traphael after hearing the elf's words.In fact, he suspected that no one else in this world except Roy—including other elves—should not know how to communicate with tree people.

The elf gasped wearily, and then said: "I know what you want to ask, mage. But I don't have much time now, so I can't explain them one by one. My real name is Avelea..." The elf only said this, Just closed his eyes and passed out.

The unsupported elf fell towards Traphael, and just as he was about to fall into the mage's arms, a pair of hands stretched out from the side, intercepting the unconscious elf.

Murphy put the fainted elf on the back of the horse, and his movements were definitely not gentle. He glanced at the thoughtful mage, coughed dryly and said, "This horse walks very steadily, he is lying on his back like this. It won't fall off the horse."

Traphael didn't pay attention to his small movements, he was still thinking about what the elf said just now.Judging from the scale of this forest, it is really difficult to go through it within a week. They have to travel day and night, and I am afraid that they will rarely have time to rest.However, what caught his attention even more was what the elf said before he fainted——Aiwei Leya, the name was very familiar to the mage, but now he couldn't remember when he had heard her name.

I can only ask after the elf wakes up, and I don't know if he still remembers it when he wakes up.Traphael thought, since the elf is willing to confess his identity, there is no reason to hide his true nature in normal times, and the emotional changes were too obvious a few times before, the elf should also understand that Traphael has long been interested in him. suspicion.Under such circumstances, he still showed that innocent appearance most of the time, so there must be some hidden secrets.

Until then, Leo rode Daisy down the hill and came to them.

"What happened?" the bard asked, looking at the fainted elf. He looked a little embarrassed. He kept urging Daisy to run faster as he descended the mountain. Indistinct bloodstains.

"It's nothing serious," said the mage. "He stopped the treant's migration for a while, so he lost his strength and passed out."

Before Leo could express any surprise, Trafael went on to say: "There is only one week, we have to get there as soon as possible."

The time for a week is very tight, especially after the treants migrated, the roads in the forest have all changed, Leo can't rely on memory to guide the way, the guideposts set up by countless merchants over the years, or the roads made on trees. The markup is also useless.They can only rely on the position of the sun or the moon to identify the direction, but this method is not easy to use in rainy days.Of course mages know the spells for identifying directions, but when using them, they have to stop and draw a magic circle, which takes a lot of time.

But the biggest trouble right now is the fainted elf, who is powerlessly lying on the horse's back. If the horse runs fast, he is likely to be thrown off.Someone has to carry him.

When Traphael pointed out this problem, he encountered a little trouble when assigning tasks.Although Traphael didn't have a good impression of elves, he didn't mind sharing a ride with them in this situation.But this proposal was opposed by Murphy. Murphy's selfishness was well understood by Traphael, so he did not force it, but handed over the problem to the other party.

Of course, Murphy knew how good Leo's riding skills were. If the poet were to lead the elf, the end result would be that the human and the elf fell off the horse together.In the end, Murphy could only reluctantly shoulder the important task of leading the elf, and the vacant horse was led by Traphael.

They started on their way without too much delay, urging their mounts to run as fast as possible within Leo's controllable range.

The elf didn't fall into a coma for too long, and he woke up after only about two hours.After the elf woke up, Murphy said nothing to let him stay on his horse. The elf had no objection to his protest, and quickly rolled off the black horse and jumped onto his brown mount.

Although the elf riding alone was still pale, his expression relaxed a lot. Traphael very much suspected that he was actually awakened by the jolt.

The elf who woke up did not remember what happened before he fell into a coma. According to himself, his memory stopped abruptly when he saw the tree man. When he knew that he was in the tree man's forest, he even asked the mage why they didn't move.

Traphael didn't feel too sorry about this, at least he knew the other party's name, and he could ask other elves.With such an ability, the elves must not be unknown people, especially under the premise that the number of elves is rare, and the lord of each elf tribe knows the names of the residents in their territories.

They kept moving forward, and even ate food on horseback.At this time, although the physical strength of the rider is tested, the consumption of the mount is greater.Therefore, when running for a long time, the differences in the bloodlines of the horses will appear.The Daisy bought from the market was obviously not as durable as the three horses that Traphael brought out from his mage tower. After running for a whole day and half a night, they had to stop for a while.

The demon and the elf didn't show obvious signs of fatigue, while the two humans' physical strength was almost exhausted.Leo got off the horse and sat quietly against the tree for a while before slowly wiping his sweat and kneading his sore arms and legs.Traphael's physical strength was obviously weaker, and he fell asleep almost as soon as he sat down.

Murphy hugged him distressedly, letting him lean against himself so that he could sleep more comfortably.

But they didn't rest for long. Leo had a more intuitive concept of how big this forest was than anyone else.Coupled with the fact that it was more difficult for them to move forward than the last time he passed by here, he was not sure whether they would take a longer distance.Therefore, the poet hardly dared to close his eyes, silently counted the rest time in his heart, and soon made a request to move on.