The little girl's eyes are like dusty emeralds, hiding a deep and thrilling green color, with the power of life spreading from the inside out.
One of her slender, seemingly malnourished little hands was holding Antitina and the other holding Roman. She was wearing a gray linen skirt and stood on the ground with bare feet on her white knees, biting her lip and looking at him.
Brando was slightly startled.
In his eyes, the long, green waterfall-like hair was like a new vine, setting off the dusty little face in the darkness, full of a weak and timid flavor - but the little girl's eyes did not dodge, just
He looked at him somewhat cautiously.
"This is?"
Eyes like emeralds, except for the forest elves in the entire Warnd world, can only be possessed by the Seniya people with the purest blood - the people of the tree; but the long green hair that hangs down to the waist like a waterfall is
It was so dazzling that it almost made young people think that it was a young divine messenger.
In Amber Sword, he had only seen one NPC with such long, almost pure green hair.
The God of Trees.
"What Akane snatched from those cavalrymen may have been kidnapped from a nearby village." Antitina replied. She lowered her head and carefully arranged the hair on the little girl's forehead.
Brando raised his head: "She is a Senian, did you know?"
"What is that, Brando?" Little Roman took the little girl's hand and asked with a wink.
"Senian?" Antitina shrank her hand subconsciously, but she hesitated for a moment and completed the action. The little girl was startled, raised her head and glanced at her with emerald green eyes.
The eyes of the noble daughter are a little complicated——
There are rumors about these "green people" circulating in many areas. A widely circulated theory is that these Seniyas carry the disease of lycanthropy, so most people are unwilling to come into contact with these "savages" in the forest.
, let alone the nobility.
In extreme areas, people even support burning these heretics to prevent the spread of lycanthropy.
But Brando lowered his head, slowed down his tone - just like the Warnd people habitually comforted children, and then looked at the little girl and asked: "What is your name?"
For young people, the Senians are no different from the Eruin and the Cruzes. Although during the war against the Dragon of Darkness seven or eight centuries ago, the history of the Senians was due to hiding in the south.
In the vast forest, they entered hundreds of years of self-isolation - their backwardness was regarded as their own fault by the civilized world - but for Brando, this history is more like an abstract scene described in the background.
symbol.
The little girl looked at him and opened her mouth slightly.
"She doesn't know Cruz." Antitina replied.
Brando was not surprised. He nodded and straightened up: "It doesn't matter. I roughly know where she comes from. But I'm a little weird." Antitina also nodded slightly to show that she understood his weirdness. Since she knew
After this little girl was a Senian, she also wanted to know why those noble cavalry were so kind and did not execute this little Senian girl.
Not to mention a barbaric place like Tonigel, even in the hinterland of the kingdom, the army's execution of a Senian is in compliance with most laws and regulations.
Brando stood tall, stood up and looked around.
"We'll send her to Green Village."
"Green Village?"
"kindness."
"What is that place?"
"A Senian village," Brando looked around, picked up a cavalry sword from the ground, weighed it, and then sheathed the sword: "It's just south of here, about half a day's journey -
"
"The Senyan village, why are we going there?" The noble daughter frowned and whispered: "This little girl should find someone to take her back. Lord, the Senyan..."
She wanted to say something else, but saw Brando wave his hand to her.
"Lord!" Antitina frowned and objected: "Those are Seniyas. If outsiders know that we have dealt with them, it will be of no benefit to you, sir -"
"Such a reputation, sir..."
The girl frowned slightly, suddenly remembering that the little girl from the Seniya tribe was still with her. Although she knew that the other party might not understand her words, she still subconsciously stopped talking.
"No need, Antitina," Brando interrupted her and replied: "But that is our destination."
"What?" Antitina was stunned.
The young man nodded. To find Valhalla, he not only had to go to Green Village, but also had to rely on the help of the Senyas. Lord Martha gave him this little girl, which could be said to have helped him.
Even though the Seniya people are closed-minded, they have a simple feeling for their true friends that is common to mountain people.
The druids in the forest can only be contacted through the Senyans——
Druids, Brando thought, were another group that was almost as reclusive as the Silver Elves, or even earlier. As early as after the Year of Prosperity (350 years ago), their footprints had disappeared from the civilized world.
"Brando, what are Senian people?" Roman grabbed the little girl's hand. Seeing that his question didn't get a response, he couldn't help blinking and asking again.
"It's a long story," Brando smiled slightly and raised his hand to scratch her nose - causing the business lady to frown and back away. The young man finally replied: "But the elves have something to do with them.
A title.”
"at'zon——" Brando said: "son of the forest."
"Werewolves?" The businesswoman's eyes widened curiously: "I've heard of them!"
But the young man lowered his head. He noticed that when he mentioned the Elvish word 'at'zon', the little girl obviously reacted. She raised her head and looked at him with a pair of emerald-like eyes.
The green in his eyes was so deep.
The Green Village mentioned by Brando is probably an unfamiliar place name to most areas in Eruin or to the compilers of topographic maps. The latest version of the Year of the Candle and Dagger was compiled under the order of Obergu VII.
In the administrative map, there are as many as 450 towns, villages and manors on the kingdom's land, but none of them are named "Green Village".
But young people know this place.
This is a Senian settlement on the border.
In fact, in the Silver Year, about ten years later, their adventure group heading towards the Kalanga Mountains started from here. But the situation at that time was different from now -
They rode through the cultivated land created by the Senyans at the edge of the forest, and saw fields spreading along the strips of open space cut out in the forest. The faint sunlight passed through the tall black pine trees, and bunches of light fell on it.
on these human works.
It was as quiet as an empty dream.
Brando remembered that in his memory, stretching from here to the distance, there were patches of grassland full of meadows; except for the road under the horses' hooves that stubbornly grew out of the forest, all artificial
The traces have long been lost under the traces of time.
He looked across those fields and could almost see the river beach behind them. He remembered that it was a settlement of creeping demons in their early thirties. Back then, the group had to go through the dark forest with a lot of effort.
However, the damage caused by the previous attack by the noble cavalry brought him back to reality. He first saw a broken fence, war horses passed through the fields, and the crops were knocked around, as if they were the traces left by a group of wild boars crossing the border.
.
"These hateful guys." A Gray Wolf mercenary cursed in a low voice.
Most of the mercenaries like them were born from mountain people. They were either hunters in the mountains or simply farmers. In their view, the nobles who were above them would certainly not understand that these crops were the crops they depended on for their livelihood.
Everything about people.
However, as if echoing his words, the group of people walked around the fence and saw a woman wearing a tattered linen blouse kneeling on the ground, covering her face and sobbing softly in front of a destroyed field.
And a man, who seemed to be her husband, was holding a rake and watching all this with furrowed brows. When he saw a group of people walking out from behind the fence, he was slightly startled, then his expression changed and he immediately put the rake across his chest.
Before: "Yasha, run! They are back again!"
After saying that, he roared and rushed forward.
Unfortunately, before he could take any further action, he was already knocked into a fight by Akane, who was riding a horse, using the long handle of her halberd. The red-haired girl frowned, not expecting that the opponent would be so vulnerable. She was so vulnerable
Only then did she realize that the other person was probably just an ordinary farmer, so she got off her horse and tried to help him up. But before she could do anything, she felt herself being hugged off guard——
The woman named Yasha hugged her from behind, crying and shaking her head: "Please don't kill him, Joel, run away!"
The man obviously had no such intention. When he saw his wife hugging Qian, his eyes were red, and he let out a low growl and tried his best again.
The low roar is close to that of a wild beast.
But he immediately felt a sharp spear pressed against his throat. He looked along the spear and looked into the cold amber eyes of the red-haired girl. He was stunned subconsciously and couldn't help but shudder.
The whole person's movements were involuntarily stagnant.
"Fool."
Akane said coldly.
"You don't know what you can do." She put down the halberd in her hand, and then swung it to the side - with a flash of lightning, a tall black pine fell to the ground.
Everyone on the horse watched the whole process motionless, as if watching; even the mercenaries did not necessarily have a good impression of the Senyans. Only Roman blinked and was always full of curiosity.
The man seemed to have just woken up. He didn't understand why Qian didn't kill him. His legs softened and he almost subconsciously wanted to sit back. But at this time, a small voice came from the crowd:
"izz jol!" (Elvish: Uncle Jol!)
The man named Joel was startled and could hardly believe his ears. He turned around and looked at the little girl with waterfall-like green hair in Roman's arms in disbelief. For a moment, he almost thought he had an illusion.
The woman behind Qian couldn't help but let go of her hand at some point, and asked in a daze: "Funiya, you, why are you here? Didn't they take you...?"
The little girl answered in a low voice, word by word, her voice was as ethereal as the breeze passing through the forest, making the wind chimes sound.