The Amber Sword: Act 143 warm words of hope (5)
Act 142 warm words of hope (Five)
The little girl's eyes are like dusty emeralds, hiding a deep thrilling green, and the power of life spreads inside and out.
Her slender, somewhat malnourished little hand is holding Amandina and one holding Romaine. She is wearing a gray linen skirt, her white knees are standing barefoot on the ground, her lips are biting, and he is looking at him.
Brando for a moment.
In his eyes, moss green's long hair like a waterfall is like fresh rattan, in the dark set off that dusty little face, full of a weak, timid taste --, but the little girl's eyes did not dodge, Just looked at him carefully.
"What is this?"
Emerald eyes, except for the forest elf in the entire Vaunde world, only the most pure Senian of bloodline will have the people of the -- tree; but the green long hair that falls to the waist like a waterfall is the case Glare, almost make youngster think that it is Acolyte of a juvenile.
In Amber Sword, he has only seen one NPC with such green and almost pure long hair.
Acolyte of the tree.
"The Scarlett was snatched from the cavalry, perhaps from a nearby village." Amandina replied, she lowered her head and carefully treated the little girl's hair on her forehead.
Brando raises head: "She is Senian, do you know?"
"What's that, Brando?" Little Romaine asked the little girl by blinking her hand.
"Senian?" Amandina's hand subconsciously shrank, but she hesitated for a while, and still completed her actions. The little girl froze, raises head glanced at her with emerald green eyes, damsel's eyes were a bit complicated --
There are rumors about these "green people" in many areas. A widely-circulated saying is: These Senian have Lycanthropes disease, so most people are not willing to contact the savages in these forests. Let's talk about noble.
In extreme areas, people even support burning these pagans to prevent the spread of animal diseases.
But Brando lowered his head, slowing down the tone. -- is like the Vaunde person's habit to soothe children, and then looked at the little girl and asked, "What is your name?"
For youngster Speaking, Senian versus Aouinian , Kirrlutzian It's no different. Although resisted seven or eight centuries ago Dragon of Darkness In the war, Senian 'S history has entered hundreds of years of self-closing because of hiding in the vast forest of the South -- Their backwardness is regarded as the fault of the civilized world. -- But this history is Brando It is more like describing an abstract symbol in the background.
The little girl looked at him and opened her mouth slightly.
"She can't speak Kirrlutz," Amandina replied.
Brando is no accident. He nodded and straightened up: "it doesn't matter, I know about where she came from. But I'm a little weird." Amandina also nodded slightly to understand that he was strange, since she knew this little After the girl was Senian, I also wanted to know why those noble cavalry were so kind-hearted, so they did not execute this Senia little girl.
Do not say that it is a barbarous place like Trentheim, that is, in the hinterland of the kingdom, the execution of a Senian by the army is also in compliance with most regulations.
Brando stands upright, stands up and looks around.
"We sent her to Green Village."
"Green Village?"
"Well."
"Where is that?"
"An Senia village," Brando looked around, picked up a cavalry sword from the ground, stunned it, and closed it again: "Just south of here, about -- for about half a day" /
"Senian village, what shall we do there?" damsel frowned, whispered: "This little girl will find someone to take her back, Lord Thane, Senian ..."
What else did she want to say, but she saw Brando wave her hand.
"Lord Thane!" Amandina frowned and objected: "But Senian, if you let outsiders know that we have dealt with them, you are not good for adults --"
"Such an adult, your reputation ..."
The girl's brow frowned slightly, and suddenly thought that the little girl of the Senia family was still at her hand. Although she knew the other party might not understand one's own, she was still subconsciously.
"No need, Amandina," Brando interrupted her, and answered, "But that Correct is our destination."
"What?" Amandina froze.
youngster nodded. To find Valhalla, he not only had to go to Green Village, but also had to rely on those Senians to help. Mother Marsha sent this little girl to him, but it was a big help to him. Although Senian was closed, he had a kind of simple feeling for mountain people.
Druid -- in the forest can only be reached through Senian
Druid, Brando thought that it was another ethnic group that was almost hidden from Silver Elf, even earlier. Back in the lush years (350 years ago), their footprints were extinct from the civilized world of already.
"What is Brando, Senian?" Romaine grabbed the little girl's hand and saw that the one's own question was not answered. She could not help blinking and asking again.
"It's a long story," Brando smiled slightly, raised her hand and scraped her nose. -- caused miss merchant to wrinkle a pair of small eyebrow to retreat. youngster finally answered: "But elves has a name for them."
"at’zon--" Brando said, "Children of the forest."
"Werewolves?" miss merchant opened his eyes curiously: "I've heard of them!"
youngster lowered his head. He noticed that when he mentioned the word “at’zon” in elf, the little girl responded obviously. She was raises head and looked at him with a pair of emerald eyes.
The eyes are so green.
Lvcun mentioned in Brando is probably an unfamiliar place name for most Aouine regions or topographic map compilers. In the latest version of the administrative map of the Year of the Candle and the Dagger, ordered by Oberg VII, there are as many as 450 towns, villages, and manors on the land of the kingdom above, but none of them have been named ' Green Village 'name.
Maybe youngster knows this place.
This settlement on the border with Senian.
In fact, in the year of silver, that is, more than ten years later, the adventure group they started to Caranga Mountain Range started from here. However, the situation at that time was different from the current --
They rode through the cultivated land opened by the Senian at the edge of the forest. They saw a field of stripe-shaped spreading fields cut along the forest. A faint sunlight passed through the black tall pine trees and bunches of trees fell down. On these artificial crops.
It seems to be a silent dream.
Brando is remembered in the memory of one's own, from here to the distance, it is a meadow full of meadows; except for the road under the horseshoe that grows tenaciously out of the forest, all artificial Traces have long disappeared under the traces of time.
His eyes crossed the fields, and he could almost see the river bank behind him. He remembered it as a Level 30 inhabited by the creeping demons, but it took a lot of effort to pass through the Black Forest.
However, the damage caused by the previous noble cavalry attack brought him back to reality. He first saw a damaged fence, war horses passed through the fields, and the crops were bumped upside down, as if a group of wild boars stayed across the country. Under the trace.
"These wicked guys," one Grey Wolf Mercenary whispered.
Mercenary like them, most of them are from mountain people, either hunter in the mountain or farmer. From their point of view, nobles, of course, will not understand that these crops are everything for those who depend on them for a living.
However, as if echoing his words, a group of people walked around the fence and saw a woman in a tattered linen blouse kneeling on the ground, hiding her face and sobbing in front of a destroyed field.
And a man, it seems that her husband -- is holding a rake, and frowning at it all. When he saw a group of people coming out from behind the fence, he slightly hesitated, then changed his face and immediately ran the rake across his chest: "Yasha, run away! They are back!"
After speaking, he rushed to Growl.
Unfortunately, before he had time for further, already was struck by the Scarlett riding on the horse with the long handle of a war halberd and he hit a heel. red haired girl frowned, but did not expect that the other party would be so vulnerable. Then she realized that the other party might be just an ordinary farmer, so she turned over and dismounted to help the other party. But before she could do it, she felt caught in -- when she was caught off guard
The woman named Yasha hugged her from behind, crying and shaking her head: "Please don't kill him, Joel, you run away!"
The man obviously had no intention of this. He saw one's own's wife hugging Scarlett, his eyes were red, and a low growl made a fight again.
The low growl is similar to a beast.
But he immediately felt a sharp spear on his throat. He looked down spear and looked at the cold amber eyes of red haired girl. subconsciously froze and couldn't help fighting a chill.
The whole person's movements are also stuck involuntarily.
"Stupid."
Scarlett coldly said.
"You can't help it." She put down the war halberd in her hand, and then flung -- to the side, a flash of lightning, and a tall black pine fell to the ground in response.
The whole process, everyone immediately witnessed the whole process, as if watching; even Mercenary, you may not have a good opinion of Senian, only Romaine, blinking eyes are always full of curiosity.
The man seems to have just woke up, he doesn't understand why Scarlett doesn't kill himself, but his legs are soft, it is almost subconsciously to sit back. But at this time Correct, a small voice came out from the crowd:
"izzjol!" (elf: Uncle Joel!)
The man named Joel froze and could hardly believe one's own's ears. He turned back and looked at the little girl with lush green hair like waterfall in the arms of Romaine. He almost thought that he had an illusion. .
The woman behind Scarlett did not know when already could not help but let go of her hand, absentmindedly asked: "Funiya, how are you here, aren't they treating you ...?"
"izzjol, esovoizztam." (elf: Uncle Joel, they saved me.)
The little girl replied whispered, her voice so empty that the breeze ran through the forest, letting the wind chimes sound.