Chapter 437 Attack (Part 1)

A rainforest-like forest

No one comes all year round, only adventurers are by chance

Fortunately, it has entered late autumn and there are a lot of fewer mosquitoes, otherwise this will be a big trouble.

But at this time, the group was at the end of their journey.

"Potter, go quickly!" A voice came from behind, almost at the same time, a "pop" sound followed by the captain Oka's painful groan.

Porter turned around quickly and saw Oka rushing violently. An arrow shot into the leather armor, and blood splattered.

Porter roared and rushed straight towards him.

After running for a while, a familiar scream of "ah" sounded.

Porter gritted his teeth and ran forward desperately, panting, his lungs seemed to be burning, his limbs were exhausted and paralyzed, and all the weapons on his body were abandoned except for the bag of coins.

The eyes were stinging with sweat, and pain occupied all their thoughts. Finally, on the edge of a river, he stumbled and rolled down the edge of the river.

The light rain stopped, and the sun slowly struggled out of the dark clouds, revealing a corner of red, bright red color, as if it was dyed during the killing process.

It had just rained, but the air was filled with a fishy smell and the ground was wet, but this moisture was filled with a cold and cold.

Porter slowly got up, his hands and feet felt a little stiff and numb, but his mind gradually became clear. Whether it was the fishy smell in the air or the damp and slippery feeling on the ground, it made people feel like they wanted to vomit.

Suddenly, tears sting his eyes. He stood up, turned around twice in a row, touched the purse in his arms, and then calmed down.

Many of the remaining adventure teams come out of the same village with relatives or with relatives.

No matter what, if you can't die, you must go back with the blood and sweat of the entire adventure team, and the Mercenary Union also has some deposits to be withdrawn.

If all die, there will be nothing, and there are still many people waiting in the village!

The sound of water came, and Porter quickly ran to a shallow lake not far away. The reflection of the water surface showed his face, a face covered with dust and blood.

The thirsty feeling forced him to lower himself, pick up a wave of clear water with both hands, leaned down, and took a few sips. The sweet water skipped through his dry lips, slid across his equally dry mouth, and then into his throat.

Slowly, the cool feeling in his chest began to feel comfortable. It was not until he had almost finished drinking and quenched his thirst that he began to examine himself under the lake.

His face was covered in dust and blood, and his hair was messy and he looked in a mess. He rubbed his hands hard by the lake, held a few more handfuls of water, washed his face until his firm cheeks showed his basic appearance. Then he stopped.

The blood on his hands and face had been washed away. He tore off his underwear and bandaged the injuries on his arms and shoulders.

After finishing, he was stunned for a moment when he looked at himself on the river.

Alas, I wouldn't have taken the task if I had known it. There are fewer monsters in the edge forest now, and there are even fewer adventurers. Their adventurer team has just been established and cannot be favored by the nobles. They have been a little tight recently and have to take on a mission to explore the forest in the guild.

Who knew that he encountered a group of legendary elves on the way, and the beautiful elves actually changed their faces when they saw them and attacked them.

The elves have very powerful power, and with the large number of opponents, they will immediately become the slaughtered side as soon as they fight with the elves. If the captain and several team members were not fighting to block them, they would not have escaped.

But why do you encounter elves and why are you attacked like this?

Porter secretly regretted that it would be great if his team had not taken on this task.

Porter held another handful of water and poured it on his face, feeling sad.

However, looking at the sky, Porter decided to leave immediately. The place here is on the edge of the forest. Walk a little further forward, and there is a hill. There is no people living near this area. If you want to return to the town or a village with people, you have to pass through the forest again.

Thinking about the elf killer he encountered just now, Potter turned a direction and walked towards a corner of the edge forest. If he remembered correctly, there was a path leading to the Forest House here.

Potter wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his figure gradually disappeared and disappeared on the edge of the forest.

Flashes of birds and insects were heard, and some green plants grew on the ground in the forest. It had just rained a while ago, and it was a little slippery when walking on the ground.

As soon as the sunlight came out, the air in the forest evaporated and rising, especially the path that Porter chose now, was full of weeds and thorns. When he walked, he scraped bloody holes, but this was nothing to Porter. He gritted his teeth and walked out desperately.

Walking through the forest is definitely a risky thing. Not to mention the danger of getting lost, the poisonous insects and monsters in hidden places are very worried.

Warcraft also has a characteristic similar to humans, that is, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

If a team of people walks, the monster may have to think about it, but if it is replaced by a walker and the person is still a human in poor condition, then the monsters will usually put a demerit in the wrong way.

However, perhaps it was because of great luck that he had great luck after the disaster, and Potter was lucky. He traveled all the way, without encountering poisonous insects or any monsters.

At this time, he walked forward. Because of his injury, his physical strength was not as strong as before. He was as anxious as he was, so he still had to rush back to a place with people before eating dry food.

The wind from afar seemed to bring a sound of fighting. In an instant, Potter even thought he had returned to the battle just now, shook his head and woke up a little, only to realize that he was still on the thorny forest path around him, and the sound of fighting in the distance was strong and weak, as if he was not very close to him.

Porter was already a little too bleeding and was weak due to wound infection. After hearing the sound of the tear, he hesitated for a moment, and dragged his tired steps towards the sound.

However, he did not go directly. He approached quietly. Dozens of black dots finally blurred into his eyes. He once again concentrated and finally saw clearly that it was a fight between a group of human soldiers and elves.

The battle seemed to have come to an end. More than a dozen elves fell to the ground, bleeding from the deadly part of their bodies, and they seemed to be unable to survive.

Correspondingly, several times the human soldiers were corpses on the ground, and most of the wounds were traces of archery.

There are also several human priests holding staff, now basically breathing, some are constantly waving it, or performing weak attack magic.

In the distance, there was a mess on the trees. Sometimes between the forks, the dead elves Sagittarius can be seen. They hung in the gaps of the branches, their hands drifting in the wind, but they still clutched the bow tightly.

Three or four elves were surrounded in the center, fighting desperately. They held long swords in their hands, and their bows that had lost their arrows were thrown on the ground.

"Kill them all!" A human with a knight-like appearance shouted, and big drops of blood flowed down the long sword in the human knight's hand, dripping onto the ground, dyeing the weeds red. Their eyes were full of murderous intent, and they would never be ruthless to the remaining elves.

There was no mercy or shouting, and the remaining elves continued to fight, and blood spurted out as if a fountain was pouring out.

The clearing is full of bright red and drifting in the air, with a strong smell of blood.

Porter saw the last elf being killed by the knight, and his heart was filled with pleasure.

Not far away, my brother was killed by the elves, and now he finally saw revenge.

"Clean the battlefield and go back immediately." said a human knight in the lead. While speaking, he slowly inserted the blood-flowing sword into the scabbard, and then turned his gaze to the place where Porter was hiding.

"Come out, I've found you." There was a hint of murderous intent in his voice.

Porter did not choose to continue to hide. No matter what, he was a human, and he had fought with the elves just now. The group of humans in front of him should not hurt him.

"I, I'm an adventurer..." Potter said as he walked out from behind the tree.

"So it's an adventurer?" Hu Knight looked at him. These adventurers were originally baits, and they knew the reactions of the elves. Therefore, the knight actually knew him and said lightly: "Since they are humans, then go back with us!"

"You saved my life, thank you." After hearing this, Potter saluted him with gratitude, but accidentally touched the place where he was injured and couldn't help frowning.

"You are also quite unlucky. You actually met the elves. Let's go, they are all humans, no need to thank you." The knight smiled and said a little embarrassedly.

But no matter what, the other party saved him, and Potter was very grateful, especially when he went back, a priest of the Lord of Glory gave him a simple treatment, and he was even more grateful.

The money in your pocket cannot be used. It does not belong to him, it belongs to the team, it belongs to the village. There are many people in the village waiting for the money!

This is a heavy life-long money.

But Potter, who felt grateful and could not repay him, stared at the Holy Emblem of the Lord of the Glory on the Knight, and felt thoughtful.

With soldiers accompanying him, an hour later, the group came to the Forest House.

At this time, the forest home was filled with people.

From time to time, a large number of people wearing armor can be seen in their lives.

The team's knights did not pay much attention to these things. On the contrary, he stared at the large olive grove and couldn't help but admire them.

"Sir, what's wrong with this forest?" a small team leader asked.

"This is an olive forest. It seems that it has been planted for four or five years and has started to bear fruit. You know, this is olive oil that can produce golden liquid. Look, the people inside are preparing to pick fruits." The knight praised, "These three thousand acres of forests can produce tens of thousands of gold coins."

High-end olive oil is used by nobles. Natural fruit oil juice extracted from fresh olive fruits from first-ripe or ripe olive fruits through physical cold pressing. It is the only woody vegetable oil in the world that is for human consumption in a natural state.

However, the most suitable climatic conditions such as soil and temperature, sunshine, air humidity and precipitation required for the growth of oil olives.

Except for the coast, other areas can only be planted sporadically in suitable areas.

Olives are long-lived trees. They start to bear fruit after four to five years of planting, and the fruiting period can last up to 50 to 100 years.

November is the fruit picking season.
Chapter completed!